On Saturday, Wang Xiaojuan came to the city to buy some goods. She also came to deliver some local eggs to her granddaughter. She told Sister Zhou to make her a bowl of stewed eggs every day to supplement her nutrition.
"My poor little girl, her little face is smaller than the one-and-a-half-year-old child next door." Wang Xiaojuan touched her granddaughter's little face, her eyes filled with distress.
Li Manjun and his wife both went to work and were not at home. Sister Zhou could only smile and put away the eggs.
As for the arrangement of a bowl of stewed eggs a day, she would not dare to implement it until Li Manjun came back to make the decision.
Wang Xiaojuan didn't delve into this. Anyway, seeing Sister Zhou nodding, she just assumed she heard it.
She went to purchase goods in the morning, and now the wholesale volume was large. She asked the boss to send it directly to the passenger terminal. She said hello to the driver in advance, so that when she returned in the afternoon, she could get on the bus and leave. The driver packed the goods for her and tied them to the bus.
The car is roofed.
There was still some time at noon, and Wang Xiaojuan wanted to see her grandson for a while, so Sister Zhou cooked three side dishes and the three of them ate at home.
Wang Xiaojuan frowned when she saw Sister Zhou carrying Nian Nian to a special high chair with guardrails, placing a bowl of food in front of her, handing her a spoon, then sitting down to pick up the rice bowl and eat.
What's going on with Sister Zhou? She's still sitting here, so lazy and not feeding her child?
She knew that if no one was watching at home, how could the nanny not be lazy?
But I didn't expect that Nian Nian would hold the handle of the spoon firmly, scoop out a spoonful of rice in his own small bowl, and bring it to his mouth, opening his mouth wide and taking one bite after another.
Although a lot of rice and vegetables were spilled, the little girl ate deliciously, squeaking her mouth and shaking her head to express her happiness.
Wang Xiaojuan said in surprise: "We can eat by ourselves every year!"
"When did it happen?" Wang Xiaojuan looked at Sister Zhou happily, completely forgetting what she had just thought about her.
Sister Zhou said with a smile: "It is during this period that Manager Li is not allowed to feed me anymore. Every year I learn to eat by myself with a spoon. I eat well. It's just that I made some mistakes in the early stage."
Wang Xiaojuan didn't care whether she wanted to make something or not. She stared at the little darling who was eating a lot, as if she couldn't get enough of it and couldn't love her enough.
Back in Heather Town, as soon as Li Dawei came in after get off work, Wang Xiaojuan immediately shared with him the happy news that her granddaughter could eat by herself.
Li Dawei smiled and didn't think there was anything strange about this.
He said that babies over one year old can eat with a spoon by themselves, that is, every year in their family, Manjun said that the child was too young to hold the spoon firmly, so he fed her first and waited until she was two years old.
Delayed until now.
But this is indeed a happy thing. Li Dawei said: "Country children, they have already eaten by themselves."
But I thought in my heart: My family is so smart every year, they know how to eat by themselves so quickly.
"By the way, Manjun told me something. Sit down and let's talk." Wang Xiaojuan finished cleaning up the dishes, shook off the water stains on her hands, took off her apron, went to the living room, and turned off the TV.
Li Dawei was watching the news broadcast, and half of it was gone. He snorted irritably, but under his wife's warning glare, he could only hold back and asked her helplessly: "What's the matter?"
Wang Xiaojuan sat down on the sofa and wiped her palms on her knees. With a rare serious expression, Li Dawei guessed that she was not gossiping.
"What's going on? Is there something wrong with your mother's family?" Li Dawei asked tentatively.
Wang Xiaojuan shook her head, pointed at him and said: "It's your son's business. Manjun told me today that Jianjun is under too much pressure and can't study. 80% of the time he won't pass the college entrance examination. What should I do? What do you think?
What can I do? I thought, our family Jianjun can get into a junior college no matter what."
Li Dawei frowned. He hadn't asked his son about his academic performance for a long time, because every time he asked, his wife would help him, and his son would just pass by.
He had vowed to go to college before, and even said he wanted to go to a school that was better than his second sister. Why did it become a junior college now?
No, looking at her like this, the college is covering up for her son.
Li Dawei rubbed his eyebrows and let out a hiss, asking her to tell him the truth, "What are Jianjun's results now?"
Wang Xiaojuan sighed,
"In the most recent test, I ranked 480th in the school."
"What?" Li Dawei was shocked.
No. 4 Middle School is originally the worst high school among the high schools in Rongcheng. The overall performance of the students is not very good. Under such circumstances, my son can still be ranked more than 400. How can he still be admitted to college?
"What on earth did Manjun tell you!" Li Dawei was also anxious and asked Wang Xiaojuan to tell the truth and stop talking to him here.
The man in the family usually seemed to be honest and easy to bully, but when he turned serious, Wang Xiaojuan still felt a little guilty and could only tell her all the suggestions that Li Manjun told her.
"Manjun said, let Jianjun serve as a soldier?" Li Dawei's frown relaxed. This was not a bad place to go.
It's hard to be a soldier. Once you go there, you can't go home for several years. Can that kid Li Jianjun endure this kind of hardship?
Wang Xiaojuan was already fascinated by the benefits Li Manjun said, and said to Li Dawei enthusiastically:
"It's an honor for one person to serve as a soldier and the whole family will be honored. If a soldier is tall and tall, he will look handsome in military uniform. When the time comes, the eldest daughter and the daughter-in-law will not be allowed to cross the threshold of our family?"
"Besides, there are living allowances for being a soldier. The army provides food and accommodation, and you can't spend any money at all. When the time comes, let him send it to his home, and I will keep it for him. When he gets a wife, we can add more.
Come on, don’t worry about it at all.”
Li Dawei's mouth twitched as he listened to his wife's dreamy speech. He was now more curious about what kind of ecstasy soup Manjun poured into her mother to cause this middle-aged woman who was looking forward to her son's college entrance examination to suddenly undergo such a big change.
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"Just be a soldier." Li Dawei sighed: "As long as he doesn't become a deserter, thank God."
There is a family photo hanging on the TV background wall opposite the sofa. It was a family photo taken during the Chinese New Year. Li Dawei looked at the three children in the photo with mixed emotions.
Of the three children in the family, Manjun is the most sensible, is the earliest to come out, and has the most responsibilities.
As for Lijun, she is very competitive and unwilling to suffer any loss. Sometimes she can make their livers ache with anger. But she also gets the most attention.
Jianjun is not as sensible and sensible as his eldest sister, nor is he as competitive as his second sister. He is mediocre but kind-hearted. Because of the thoughts of the older generation in the past, his wife devoted the most effort to her son and was most partial to him, which offended him.
Lijun always wants to compete with her younger brother.
As a father, he seems to have not fulfilled his obligation to mediate and balance the situation. Most of the time, he turns a blind eye to his wife's partiality, so the second child hates her mother's partiality and hates him the most.
Don't care about anything.
In the past, he felt most guilty about his second child because she would fuss and cry.
Now that I think about it, the boss is the one who feels the most wronged.
"Is it almost Manjun's birthday?" Li Dawei suddenly asked.
Wang Xiaojuan was stunned, "It's already passed. Her birthday is before Qingming Festival."