He has the keys in his pocket, but he has only come back once in the first month of school, and now he just wants to hear his mother shout...
"Who!"
"Mom, me."
Chen Zizui felt very happy. Hearing this energetic voice, he thought that he had been recovering well recently.
The door opened, and my mother's familiar and kind face came into view.
A group of people in the barrage said: [Hello Auntie] while scrolling the screen. Chen Zuize suddenly stopped smiling. Why did he see that his mother’s face had more wrinkles and the white hair on her temples was thicker?
"What are you doing standing around stupidly? Come in."
Mother Chen saw the smile on her son's face that couldn't be hidden, like the pot of Clivia that had just bloomed at Uncle Sun's house.
Chen Zui went into the house to change his shoes and did it in one go.
I found that my mother kept looking at me and smiling.
Chen Zui touched his face: "What's wrong, Mom, am I handsome again?"
"You are so shameless. Why can't your dad be as strong as you?"
Chen Zui smiled and replied: "Where is my dad?"
"I have to come back later. Isn't it the holiday tomorrow? There are many people taking taxis outside to have fun. He wants to run around again."
"Is it late?"
"I guess it will be tomorrow morning..."
Chen Zui was silent for a moment after hearing this. He didn't want to involve his father in his business, but his father liked cars in his generation, so he couldn't get along with them. He used to raise big cars, but now he drives a small car, just to sell his skills to others.
After all, it's not a long-term solution. When I go back and ask how much a taxi costs now, if I can buy him a new one or rent it myself, he should be very happy, right?
"What are you thinking about? Go quickly and change your clothes. They are all gray."
Chen Zui: "What's the ash? Where is the ash..."
Mother Chen said angrily: "It's dirty outside, so you can change it if you are asked."
Chen had no choice but to go into his house and change his clothes.
When I came out again, I could hear the clattering sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen.
He walked closer to the door and saw that the small table was full of prepared dishes, including his favorite dishes. He had to say, "Mom, why are there so many? It's just the two of us."
Mother Chen was so busy that she didn't even raise her eyes: "Isn't this a festival? Besides, you are in college now, and you finally come back. Why don't I give you something delicious?"
Chen Zui grinned: "Then I will come back once a week."
But Chen's mother waved her hand with a look of disgust: "Don't mention it, you have to integrate into the university life in college. Besides, you come back a lot, I should be annoyed by you, come back less than twice, and once in a while, I see
I still like it.”
Chen was most helpless: "What's the point..."
"That's it."
Saying that, Mother Chen put the prepared vegetables into the pot.
While oil stars were flying, she opened the old exhaust hood.
Then, a roar like an engine sounded. If Chen Zui said anything, Chen's mother could only say: "Ah? Ah? What did you say?"
After repeating it several times, Chen Zui looked at the exhaust hood, touched the money in his pocket, and thought, I will replace it for you tomorrow!
After finally finishing a plate of vegetables, Chen's mother took the pot and put it on the plate. When Chen Zui saw that the broken pot was soaked to the bottom, he touched the money in his pocket again, thinking that I would replace it for you tomorrow!
Walking into the kitchen, Chen Zui turned off the range hood and grabbed the shovel: "I'll do it."
Mother Chen smiled: "Okay, you come."
Chen most seemed to be skillfully adding oil and pouring the vegetables, but before he could stir-fry, the old shovel with a wooden handle broke...
"This crap..."
Mother Chen quickly brought a frying spoon over: "Okay, okay, don't come anymore, I'll let you use up all the good things."
"No, this is too old..."
"Go away, prodigal..."
"ah?"
Chen Zuisong retreated to the edge of the already small kitchen with downcast eyebrows, and heard his mother talking.
"You have been heavy-handed since you were a child, and any good thing can be ruined in your hands."
"Just say that when you were eight years old, you didn't remember that the car your uncle bought you was gone after just one day."
"And your aunt bought it for you before. What's it called? Yes, it's a small drum set that makes a sound when you hit it. In just two days, you missed the drum head."
"I got angry when you said you were a prodigal. I stood in front of the supermarket and refused to leave. I wanted to buy a four-wheel drive. If I didn't buy it, I cried. I bought a lot of them, and now they are all sitting at home. What kind of siege, Cheetah engine, and what else?
..."
Chen Zui smiled as he listened and suggested: "Mom, you still need to turn on the range hood when cooking."
As he said that, he squeezed into the small kitchen and stretched out his hand, and the buzzing sound started again.
He retreated and sat at the dining table that would never fold. Seeing his mother talking to him, Chen smiled the most and thought to himself that it would be better not to replace the smoking machine.
…
…
Not long after, four dishes were served.
They are pork slices, vegetarian stir-fried vegetables, tofu meatball casserole soup, and a dish of three delicacies that would never be cooked in normal times, which the older generation would consider a huge waste of oil.
At this time, Chen's mother in the kitchen gave Chen Zui a bowl of rice with a tip, pressed it flat with a shovel, and then filled it into a tip.
If Chen Zu hadn't seen it and didn't stop her, she would have gone back and forth again, causing the chopsticks to go in too densely to be inserted.
"Okay mom, that's enough."
"Eat more."
"That's enough!"
"Fine."
Mother Chen brought two bowls of rice to the table and turned on the old TV. Listening to the background sounds on the TV, mother and son looked at each other and smiled, then started to use their chopsticks.
Soon, Mother Chen’s chopsticks stopped picking into her own bowl.
"Eat more vegetables."
"Eat more meat too."
"Let's have another bowl of soup, Shunshun."
When Chen Zui heard this, he ate vegetables first, then meat, and finally drank a bowl of soup.
"belch..."
Mother Chen looked at her obedient son and smiled, "Eat some more..."
"Mom, I'm going to die..."
"You're not allowed to leave any leftovers anyway."
Chen Zui nodded in agreement, but seeing that he still had half a bowl of compacted rice, he put down his chopsticks first: "Have a rest, have a rest..."
"Okay, don't worry. By the way, is the food in your school cafeteria delicious?"
"It tastes bad, but your cooking is as delicious as it is."
"Glib tongue."
"By the way, Mom, let's go shopping tomorrow."
Mother Chen's eyes lit up when she heard this: "Okay, I haven't gone shopping for a long time, and it's the season. How about I buy you some clothes and take you to KFC?"
When Chen Zui heard this, memories came back to him.
When he was a child, his mother would buy clothes for him every National Day, and then take him to eat at KFC. At that stage, KFC was still a good thing, not fast food. As long as he ate a burger, he would feel delicious after one bite.
The current environment at home is actually still not good. If I guess correctly, my mother is frugal and saves some money for herself.
Thinking of this, Chen Zui took a mouthful of rice, chewed it twice, and said in a very vague voice: "Mom, I have grown up and now have money in my pocket. Tomorrow I will take you shopping, buy you clothes, and take you there."
Eat KFC.”
No matter how big or small a man is, sometimes he just doesn't dare to be direct when it comes to expressing emotions among family members. Chen's mother's ears didn't even hear Chen's most vague words.
The TV happened to have an old problem at this time, a sizzling sound sounded, and the screen turned into a snowflake.
Mother Chen knew that giving it a kick would make it better, so she was not in a hurry. She looked at her son and asked, "What did you just say?"
Chen Zui swallowed the rice and pointed at the TV: "I said, I will replace this broken TV tomorrow!"