[The plot of these two chapters may be so bland, but Pig's Feet is now successful in cultivation. If he only cares about his own self-restraint and self-satisfaction, regardless of his parents, it would be a waste of time for him to be a son of man, so these two chapters must be written.
, since I want to write about it, it’s not easy to mention it in one sentence. After all, Pig’s Foot’s parents are not passers-by B and passers-by A.]
"My son complained as soon as he came back, as if I was depriving you. Here, let you eat as much as you can, lest your son really thinks that I bullied his father!" Before Zhang Weidong could speak, Yang Yuanqing had already picked up a big piece of braised pork.
The meat blocked Zhang Guodong's mouth.
Zhang Weidong burst out laughing when he saw this and said: "Mom, you can bully me, but even if my dad breaks the rules, I'm still in the same camp as you."
"Good boy, I've hurt you in vain!" Zhang Guodong was so depressed that he raised his hand to hit Zhang Weidong on the head, but Yang Yuanqing had already stood majestically in front of him with a shovel. With a glare in his eyes, Zhang Guodong immediately put it down.
Handed.
At this time, Yang Yuanqing turned around and looked at her son with a smile, and said: "My son is the best to me, unlike your father, who has only known how to boss your mother around all his life, but he still doesn't know how to be grateful!"
When Zhang Weidong heard this, he smiled and said to Zhang Guodong: "Dad, did you hear this? Mom has an opinion."
Zhang Guodong glared at Zhang Weidong fiercely when he heard this, and then said: "Okay, I understand, I am a first- and third-class citizen in this family."
"Assuming you still have some self-awareness, Weidong goes to the living room to watch TV and eat some fruit first, and then mom will cook two more dishes to start the meal." Yang Yuanqing glanced at Zhang Guodong proudly, and then said to Zhang Weidong.
Zhang Weidong said hello with a smile, then put his arm around Zhang Guodong's neck and said with a smile: "Dad, go to the living room, I brought you a set of clothes, you can try it on."
Zhang Guodong smiled brightly after hearing this and showed off to Yang Yuanqing: "Did you hear that? My son bought me a set of clothes."
Saying that, she walked with her son to the living room as if she had won a battle. Yang Xuqing smiled and shook her head when she saw this, but her face was full of happiness.
Zhang Weidong's home has two bedrooms and one living room, and the dining room and living room are two-in-one. Although the room and living room are not large,
The sofas are a bit old, but they give people a neat and refined feeling
Obviously Yang Yuanqing is not only a great people's teacher, but also a good wife and mother.
Zhang Guodong is not used to wearing formal clothes, so Zhang Weidong bought him a set of smart business casual clothes, which are simple but not simple. They can be worn casually and casually while showing a bit of majesty.
As soon as Zhang Guodong put it on and it felt right, he happily ran to the kitchen to show off to Yang Yuanqing.
"How is it? The clothes my son bought for me are pretty good, right?" Zhang Guodong asked.
"Of course, the one my son bought is even better." Yang Yuanqing glanced at her new husband and said with a proud look on her face.
Zhang Guodong couldn't refute this, but he felt that he had failed to regain his position. After thinking about it, he turned to Zhang Weidong who was picking up vegetables in the living room and shouted: "Weidong, don't these clothes cost a lot of money?"
"One thousand and five." Zhang Weidong replied. If it weren't for the school sports meeting that would be held immediately after the National Day, and the bonus was in sight, Zhang Weidong would not have dared to be so generous.
Zhang Guodong is an honest man. Others ignore the repeated orders from above and set up cram schools privately to make money from students. But he just teaches diligently and never accidentally sets up a name to insist on charging students for tutoring. Even if there are students with poor grades,
It’s not enough without tutoring, and he never charges money. So what Zhang Guodong gets is a dead salary, which is not high, about 2,000 per month. So he usually lives frugally, but when I heard that this set of clothes turned out to be
One thousand five hundred yuan, I couldn't help but be shocked.
But soon Zhang Guodong got angry, shook his clothes and said to Yang Yuanqing: "I heard that without a thousand and a half, it is almost as much as my monthly salary. This son is..."
Yang Yuanqing has lived with Zhang Guodong for most of his life, how could he not know what he is going to say next?
Hearing this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him and said, "Where are you, teacher? I think you are a very vulgar person. Why is it that the clothes your son bought you are expensive, but what if they are cheap?"
Zhang Guodong did not expect that he would not be able to show off
On the contrary, he has become a common man, but what others say is reasonable
I could only say politely: "You can't eat grapes and say they are sour."
Not to mention, Yang Yuanqing is really feeling a little sad. You said that this son finally grew up and started working to make money. As soon as he came home, he bought things for his father but not his mother. How can he not be sad?
At this time, Zhang Weidong came over with a pair of women's shoes and said with a smile: "Mom, I, a grown man, couldn't pick out your clothes, so I bought you a pair of CUCB shoes. These shoes are very comfortable for your feet."
You won’t feel tired after standing for a long time with these shoes. I heard that former US President George W. Bush also wore these shoes.”
This time, Yang Yuanqing finally felt balanced. She rolled her eyes at Zhang Guodong and said, "Did you hear that, it's an American product! Let my son leave it for now until mom has cooked the food before putting it on. We're not like someone who gets dressed up after putting on clothes."
"Advocate for foreigners and favor foreigners." Zhang Guodong muttered in a low voice.
Zhang Weidong finally couldn't help laughing after hearing this. Zhang Guodong and Yang Yuanqing looked at each other when they saw their son smiling, and then they couldn't help laughing either.
The laughter floated out of the room and echoed in the sky above the dormitory building.
The dinner was very rich, with fish, meat, shrimps and crabs, almost all meat. I really agreed with Zhang Guodong's words, if I really eat like this every day, I will definitely be starved.
Because of his cultivation, although Zhang Weidong did not live in the world, his taste was still much lighter than before. But looking at the table full of dishes specially prepared for him by his mother, he did not feel that these dishes were greasy at all, and he ate them with great relish.
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After eating, Zhang Weidong rushed to wash the dishes but was pushed back to the living room by his mother.
After washing the dishes, the family sat in the living room. His parents began to ask Zhang Weidong about things in the university. Zhang Weidong picked some happy things to tell him. For example, Vice President Qin Hong valued him very much and appointed him as a subject as soon as he went there.
The deputy leader of the team or something like that. As for the matter of sworn sworn relationship with the old principal, it was a bit too bizarre and absurd. I was afraid that his parents would scold him for being too old and too young for sworn sworn relationship with someone in his seventies. As for the deputy secretary of the Provincial Party Committee,
Zhang Weidong didn't dare to say anything. Both his parents were ordinary people's teachers. Although they lived a dull but happy life now, if they were to suddenly tell them that their son was in a relationship with some deputy secretary of the provincial party committee, they would be in a fight.
It disrupts their peaceful lives and even makes them worry about it. One more thing to worry about is worse than one less thing to worry about.
Seeing that their son was doing well at school and being taken seriously by the leaders as soon as he passed, Zhang Guodong and Yang Yuanqing were naturally happy from ear to ear. However, while they were happy, Zhang Guodong did not forget to warn his son to guard against arrogance and impetuosity and to work down-to-earth.
As a human being, Yang Yuanqing was more concerned about his son's food, clothing and rest, telling him that although work was important, the first important thing was his body.
Seeing his mother mentioning his body, Zhang Weidong felt that it was time to tell his parents about cutting off the hair and cleaning the marrow. After thinking about his words, Zhang Weidong said: "Dad, Mom, do you still remember when I taught you Qigong seven years ago?"
"I also said that I almost had a lumbar disc herniation from meditating that time." Yang Yuanqing rolled her eyes at Zhang Weidong angrily and said with a smile.
"Weidong, aren't you still practicing? Don't do that stuff..." Zhang Guodong was a little worried that Zhang Weidong had gone astray.
But before Zhang Guodong finished speaking, his eyes bulged out and he stared at Zhang Weidong's hand.
Zhang Weidong was holding a one-dollar coin in his hand, but at this time the dollar had been crushed into a ball.
"This!" Soon Yang Yuanqing also discovered the abnormality, and also stared at Zhang Weidong's hand with a look of disbelief and shock on his face.
"It may be a bit bizarre to say, but most of what I told you before is actually true. I accidentally got a set of cultivation techniques. I used to think that anyone can practice them, but later I realized that this set of exercises is only suitable for
Most people with a physique like mine are not suitable for cultivation. So don’t be surprised, your son is now a real martial arts master." Zhang Weidong said with a serious face. He originally wanted to say cultivator, but after all
It's too scary, and it's probably difficult for parents to understand and accept it. It might be easier for martial arts masters to accept it.
Even so, after Zhang Weidong finished speaking, his parents still couldn't come to their senses for a long time. After a while, Zhang Guodong took out a coin from his pocket, swallowed hard, handed it to Zhang Weidong and said: "You put this coin."
Pinch this one and let me see it."
Zhang Weidong couldn't help but glanced at his father with a bit of laughter and said: "You don't think this coin of mine is fake, do you?"
As he spoke, Zhang Weidong took the new coin, squeezed it, and handed it to his dad along with the old coin.
Zhang Guodong took the coin with trembling hands, like an archaeologist, and studied it with Yang Yuanqing for a long time before looking up at Zhang Weidong again.
"Even such a hard coin can be crushed into clay. So my son is now just like what is written in martial arts novels. He is a peerless master?" Yang Yuanqing asked with a look of surprise.
Zhang Weidong nodded and said proudly: "Of course."
"Does that mean you can knock someone down with just one poke of your finger?" But Zhang Guodong's expression was completely opposite to Yang Yuanqing's. Instead, he looked dignified and worried.
Hearing what her husband said, the surprise on Yang Yuanqing's face turned into a look of solemnity and worry in the blink of an eye.
As the old saying goes, Confucianism disrupts the law with literature, and chivalry breaks the law with martial arts. Zhang Weidong knew what his parents were worried about when he saw their expressions. He couldn't help but secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he didn't say anything about cultivation, otherwise they would not be more worried about their son.
If you lose control due to your high martial arts skills, you will kill innocent people indiscriminately.
"Weidong, your martial arts skills are so high now, but don't be young and powerful and fight with others. If you really die, you will not only harm others, but also yourself!" Sure enough, Yang Yuanqing began to preach earnestly.
road.
"What your mother said is exactly what I'm worried about. It's good to be good at martial arts, but your mother and I don't really care whether your martial arts are good or not, as long as you are safe and healthy." Zhang Guodong followed.
Zhang Weidong couldn't help but feel a little sore after hearing this. The simplest and deepest love in the world is the love of parents for their children.
"Mom and Dad, you don't understand your son. With my personality, do you think he is a competitive person? I have been practicing for the past seven years. In fact, the main purpose is to keep fit." Zhang Weidong touched him gently.
He rubbed his sore nose and hurriedly comforted himself. (To be continued.)
This chapter has been completed!