Zhang Guifang did not fight with him, but directly handed the bowl to him, and then asked again with a sneer: "You two had a great chat just now! Why did I stop chatting when I came here and continue chatting! I still want to
Listen to what you two are talking about. If you tell me, I can improve, right? Just keep talking. Is there anything I can't listen to?"
"Hehe... Hehe, wife..." Zhao Wenzhuo almost broke out in a cold sweat when Zhang Guifang stared at him like this.
His eyes looked left and right, but he didn't dare to look at Zhang Guifang.
His mind kept spinning, and finally after looking around, his eyes fell on Zhang Yu. As if he had thought of some way, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he apologized to Zhang Yu with his eyes, and then
He complained to Zhang Yu: "Xiaoyu, if you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. Everything your sister-in-law makes is delicious, but it's not as bad as you said."
Then when Zhang Yu was confused and didn't react, he said shamelessly: "Who said that? As the leader of our family, of course you can listen. Wife, you don't know, Xiaoyu just went too far. He kept on
My son said that your pickled salted duck eggs were not delicious. I wanted to refute, but I couldn't argue with him as a child, so I just went along with what he said.
Wife, in my heart, everything you cook is the most delicious, and it was definitely a misunderstanding just now."
Zhang Yu was confused by Zhao Wenzhuo's confusion of right and wrong. He blinked his eyes twice and picked his ears with his little finger, wondering if he was dreaming just now or if he heard wrongly.
But Zhao Wenzhuo's next words completely dispelled his long-standing understanding of Zhao Wenzhuo as his uncle, and Zhao Wenzhuo's original tall image in his memory collapsed instantly.
Zhang Guifang was choked by Zhao Wenzhuo's answer at first. After she realized what she was doing, she looked Zhao Wenzhuo up and down carefully. She couldn't figure out how he developed such a thick skin.
Zhao Wenzhuo accepted Zhang Guifang's look with an innocent face, without any guilt at all.
Seeing him like this, Zhang Guifang couldn't help but sneer: "Really? But I just heard that you were always saying that my craftsmanship is not good."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Wenzhuo immediately made an expression of being wronged and said angrily: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Wife, you must have heard wrong just now. I was clearly educating Xiaoyu just now.
You are the role model in the family..."
As the person involved, Zhang Guifang couldn't bear to hear the flattering words that followed, let alone Zhang Yu, who was blamed.
Zhang Yu curled his lips and tried his best to control his desire to step forward and cause trouble. Forget it, for the sake of his uncle's past, he would just act as a tool for the couple to express their interest today.
Zhang Yu continued to eat without saying a word, but the intensity with which he chewed the steamed bun in his hand showed his depression.
Zhang Guifang was also embarrassed by Zhao Wenzhuo. Seeing that he wanted to continue talking, she couldn't help but slap him with her hand: "What nonsense are you talking about? Xiaoyu is still here."
Zhang Yu looked down at the steamed buns in his hand and suddenly felt that he should not be here, but should be under the table.
Am I now what future generations will describe as a light bulb? Should I be wise enough to make space for the two of them now?
Zhang Yu took another bite of the steamed bun. He kept recalling how kind his uncle Zhengri was to him, and tried his best to control his desire to make trouble for him.
Zhao Wenzhuo saw that Zhang Guifang's anger was almost gone, so he hurried back to eat. During this period, he diligently gave Zhang Guifen the yolk of the salted duck egg in his hand. Zhang Yu felt a toothache after watching this scene, and suddenly became very suspicious.
My uncle called him out of bed early in the morning just to show him.
Zhang Yu swallowed the last mouthful of steamed buns. Because the steamed buns were too big and he didn't chew much, he choked himself. He quickly picked up the bowl and poured half a bowl of porridge into his mouth before barely swallowing the mouthful of steamed buns.
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Zhang Yu touched his sore neck with lingering fear, and secretly decided in his heart that he would never eat with his uncle again recently.
However, today's "torture" was far from over. After realizing that Zhang Yu was choked, Zhang Guifang immediately stood up and encouraged Zhang Yu while telling him to be careful when eating in the future.
Seeing that Zhang Yu swallowed it, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to give Zhang Yu some porridge.
When he saw Zhang Guifang holding the bowl, Zhao Wenzhuo immediately took the bowl from her hand: "I'll go, I'll go."
Seeing the two of them starting to get sticky, Zhang Yu's forehead was covered with black lines. He took the bowl held between the two of them and said loudly: "Sister-in-law, little uncle, you hurry up and eat. It's cold.
, the rice will cool down quickly, I can just serve it myself."
With that said, Zhang Yu went to the kitchen without looking back, scooped out a bowl of porridge, and didn't go out anymore. Instead, he guarded the stove and drank the bowl of porridge with an expressionless face.
After finishing the drink, he cleaned the bowl and shouted outside: "Sister-in-law, I'll go back after I finish eating."
As he said this, he wanted to slip away just like yesterday. Unfortunately, Zhao Wenzhuo reacted quickly this time. Before he could go out, he had already spoken out his words to persuade him to stay: "Xiaoyu, don't go back yet. Wait until I finish eating and take you with me."
You go somewhere."
Zhang Yu paused as he walked out, trying very hard to pretend that he didn't hear what his uncle just said, but in the end he had no choice but to stop and wait.
Seeing that Zhang Yu had finished eating, Zhao Wenzhuo also speeded up and finished his share of the meal in three strokes, five divided by two.
After eating, he picked up the coat placed on the chair and told Zhang Yu to follow him.
Zhang Yu was very curious about where this was taking him, so he asked casually.
Zhao Wenzhuo only said that he wanted to keep it a secret and that he would find out when he went to the place with him.
Zhang Guifang on the side seemed to know something and was smiling there. For some reason, Zhang Yu felt a chill in his back when he saw that smile, as if he was being stared at by something.
Zhang Yu followed his uncle to the police station in a daze. He was pinned down next to his seat by his uncle in a daze. Then a large amount of love fell from the sky and landed on the table in front of him, and then
Zhang Yu started to copy things.
Zhang Yu, who had been copying with a pen for a long time, finally finished copying a file, finally understood the meaning of his sister-in-law's smile in the morning. He was trying to trick himself here.
I am being treated as if I don't work for free.
I thought that because of my uncle's incident yesterday, my sister-in-law didn't have time to cause trouble for me and would forget about the trouble. The matter would be over. Who would have thought that she would be waiting for me here?
Is he being treated as a tool, or the kind of person who works hard to do the work?
