Zhang Yu is in a good mood today and has no intention of causing trouble to the Shi family.
But if Shi Liying continues to stop her like this, he will definitely be in trouble today.
Speaking of which, does the Shi family still owe him a set of purple clay teapots?
Zhang Yu couldn't help but frowned when he thought of this. It was a birthday gift he prepared for his younger uncle, but the Shi family had to cut it off.
If the Shi family hadn't become a coward since they were warned last time, and the kid who robbed his purple clay pot never left the house, he would have found someone to take action.
Seeing the impatience on Zhang Yu's face, Shi Liying's expression was a little bitter, but thinking of her father and grandfather's instructions, she still said: "One last thing, this matter is over, I will never pester you again.
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After speaking, he turned to look at the pen in Zhang Yu's breast pocket, gritted his teeth and said, "Give me this pen and take this pen. I will never pester you again."
Her natural look made Zhang Yu laugh angrily.
Sure enough, the Shi family has not changed their behavior of taking good things as their own.
If others don't know how valuable this pen is, how can you not know it yourself?
Don't look at him saying that he dislikes the system for being stingy and stingy, but in his heart he knows that the things produced by the system are absolute treasures.
Shi Liying wanted to take away the pen in his hand just by saying a word. What kind of daydream was she doing?
Zhang Yu didn't speak, but his attitude of turning around and leaving told Shi Liying the answer.
Shi Liying's face was gloomy, but after learning the lesson from the last time, she did not dare to pester her too much and could only watch Zhang Yu leave.
Zhang Yu is not like the male and female protagonists in those bloody novels who have no mouths and hide everything when something goes wrong, and they have to hide it from their families.
He has a long mouth and is very good at complaining.
But that night, when the family was sitting together for dinner, Zhang Yu told his uncle about the matter.
Zhao Wenzhuo thought for a moment and came up with a possibility.
After asking someone to warn the Shi family last time, although he no longer paid any attention to the Shi family, some news reached his ears.
For example, the Shi family has been racking their brains recently in order to cling to the powerful!
He seemed to have heard someone say that the powerful person the Shi family wanted to cling to happened to like pens very much. It seems that the reason why the Shi family focused on the pen in Zhang Yu's hand was to please that powerful person.
Thinking of this, Zhao Wenzhuo frowned. He didn't care who his family wanted to please, but he would never allow them to reach out to his nephew, even if it was just an object.
If there is one thing like this, there will be two. If you retreat once, someone will take advantage of it.
In fact, according to his thinking, the last time the Shi family took action against Xiaoyu, they should have been severely investigated.
It's a pity that there are still some things that have not been investigated about the Shi family, and there are people behind the scenes to protect them, so it is just a warning.
But now it seems that the warning is of no use, and the Shi family has approached Xiaoyu again.
Whether they really want the pen or they want to use the pen as an excuse, Zhao Wenzhuo will not allow dangerous people like the Shi family to contact his nephew.
Zhao Wenzhuo glanced at the pen on Zhang Yu's chest and said quietly: "It's getting cold. Shouldn't you go to the nursing home to visit your elders recently? By the way, when you visit your elders, don't say anything. It's much better."
Chat with your elders, especially what happened recently."
What Zhao Wenzhuo said was as close as telling Zhang Yu to file a complaint.
Hearing this, Zhang Yu's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously: "Uncle, I understand, I will go tomorrow."
"Yeah." Seeing that Zhang Yu understood what he meant and was very polite, Zhao Wenzhuo also smiled.
He turned to look at Zhang Guifang and asked: "Do we still have meat tickets at home? If we have meat tickets, please ask Chef Wen to help stew rice with braised pork, and ask Xiaoyu to bring it over. The old man loves the braised pork made by Chef Wen the most.
It’s meat.”
"Yes, there are, but there aren't many anymore." All the boys in the family are greedy, and the meat coupons issued every month are rarely enough to last until the end of the month.
This month was no exception. If she hadn't been afraid of visitors at home and had reserved some in advance, none of it would be left.
"Then I'll go find someone to exchange them." Zhao Wenzhuo also knew the virtues of the boys in his family and was not surprised at all by this.
In fact, he was surprised that he still had unused meat tickets this month.
Zhang Guifang and Zhao Wenzhuo were discussing where to go to buy meat tickets. However, none of the Zhao Feng brothers who were eating next to them dared to say anything. Why was there no meat in the house? Their brothers knew best, not to mention it.
All of it, at least 80%, went into their mouths.
Zhang Yu, who had been thinking about his relationship with that senior, also reacted at this time.
Looking at the two people who were discussing how to buy meat tickets, he quickly put down his chopsticks and said, "Sister-in-law, there's no need to go to so much trouble. I'll just tell my friend and ask him to save a few pounds for me."
As soon as these words came out, the whole family turned their attention to Zhang Yu.
Zhang Guifang opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she swallowed it back and just said: "Be careful!"
Her nephew is capable, why should she stop him?
"I know, sister-in-law, by the way, do we want some more at home?"
"I want it." Before Zhang Guifang could say anything, Zhao Feng stood up excitedly.
Seeing his unpromising look, Zhang Guifang glanced at him sideways, and then said, "If you have more, leave some for your family."
When he heard that his own mother agreed, Zhao Feng didn't care at all about the glare he had just received, and just kept giggling.
What a joke, why do you need shame when you have meat to eat?
The next day happened to be Sunday, so there was no school.
After Zhang Yu got up early, he rode his bicycle outside for a spin.
Half an hour later, he returned home and put five kilograms of meat into the cabinet in the kitchen of his sister-in-law's house.
Then I changed into the clothes I wore when I went out, got on my bicycle, and went straight to the state-owned hotel where Chef Wen worked.
Before entering the restaurant, he took out the cut pork belly from the space.
It was still early at this time and the state-owned hotel was not open yet. Only Chef Wen and two waiters were sitting there talking.
Seeing Zhang Yu come in, Chef Wen came up to him with a smile: "Xiao Yu, you haven't come to see me for a long time, come and sit down.
By the way, how is your little uncle doing now? Are all the injuries on his body healed?"
"It's all good. We're back to normal work."
Chef Wen: "That's good, that's good, but you also need to talk to him carefully, think more about yourself, and don't rush to the forefront of everything."
"Um."
"By the way, are you here today?" Chef Wen asked with some confusion as he looked at the pork belly on Zhang Yu's hand.
