Chapter 10 Since you can’t do anything, you have to work hard
Since we can’t just lie flat, we can only work hard.
The road from school to home is not far. I walked through two streets, turned into an alley, and arrived after crossing the alley.
As usual, her tricycle was parked on the edge downstairs. At this time, there was a black battery car parked next to the tricycle.
Seeing the battery car, Zhao Qingyuan said: "Hey, dad is off work."
His father usually rides this electric scooter to work, so as long as the electric scooter is downstairs, it means that her father is back from get off work.
"Let's go upstairs..." Zhao Qingyuan said and walked up the stairs immediately. Behind him, Zhao Qinglan followed slowly and quietly. He was quiet and deep, with a calm expression on his face. There was a calmness on his young face that did not belong to her age.
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Soon we reached the second floor and came to the door of our house. The door of our house was ajar and we could push it open with our hands.
After opening the door and walking into the home, Zhao Qingyuan shouted twice.
"Mom..."
"Mom."
At this time, the sound of cooking spatulas came from the kitchen. Maybe she heard her son shouting again, and Zhao's mother, who was cooking, responded.
"I heard it, I heard it.
"Calling the soul, those who didn't know thought I had flown away."
Zhao Qingyuan walked to the kitchen door, held his hand on the edge of the door, stretched his neck and looked inside.
"Mom, you are cooking."
"Do you want me to help you?"
Zhao Ma looked back at him, then poked the bottom of the pot with the spatula, "I can't afford it, all lazy people are reincarnated."
After making her usual complaint, she added: "I just need some shredded potatoes. They will be ready soon. Go get a bowl and make some rice. It's time to eat." As the saying goes, a poor man raises a son and a rich girl raises a daughter, although she has two children the same.
How to raise children. However, education should start from an early age. She will directly let the children do some small things that they can do.
"Oh, I got it, I'll put my schoolbag away first."
Zhao Qinglan walked in behind her brother. After seeing him come back to his mother for so many years, she said she was used to it.
Maybe children are like this. No matter when they get home, the first thing they look for is their mother. Of course, Zhao Qinglan directly ignored the fact that she was still a child.
Reaching out and closing the door, Zhao Qinglan whispered: "I'm back."
In the living room, her father, Zhao Jun, was sitting on the sofa watching TV. The sofa was bought by him at the flea market last time, and it could barely fit the four members of their family.
At this time, he had already taken a shower and changed into clean clothes. He wore a light gray bottoming shirt on his upper body, a pair of loose and breathable trousers on his lower body, and a pair of slippers on his feet, which looked simple and refreshing.
Zhao Qinglan's father is quite good-looking, with an oval face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a high nose bridge. He also has short, smooth hair, and his facial features tend to be soft, giving him a steady and down-to-earth feeling. It may be due to working on construction sites these years.
Because of living, my skin is a little rough and tanned.
Seeing him, Zhao Qinglan called out, "Dad."
"Lan Lan is back, did you obey me in school today?" When he saw his daughter, Zhao's father had a gentle look on his face, and his tone was full of the kindness of an old father looking at his daughter.
Zhao Jun loves his daughter very much.
Listening to this coaxing tone of the little girl, Zhao Qinglan felt complicated, and there was a moment of embarrassment on his cold face.
Looking up at Father Zhao, Zhao Qinglan nodded, "Yeah."
By the way, why can I still have the memories of my previous life after my reincarnation?
They all say that we must believe in science, but there are some things that even science cannot explain. Maybe the end of science is metaphysics.
"It's time to eat. Go and put your schoolbag away. Eat dinner. If you need to do your homework, do your homework."
"Okay!"
Zhao Qinglan agreed and went back to her room to put things away, especially the two balloons in her hands.
Here, Zhao Qingyuan was about to go back to his room when his mother called him.
"Wait a minute, where did you get this toy?"
I can't blame her for asking. It's just that the toy in her son's hand is too conspicuous and doesn't look cheap. I won't feel at ease if I don't ask clearly.
When his mother asked about this, Zhao Qingyuan showed excitement on his face.
"Mom, let me tell you..."
"That's it..."
Zhao Qingyuan told his parents about setting traps on the way back from school.
When I heard that my daughter got such a good toy for only two yuan, I didn’t think much about it. I just thought that this child was really lucky. As for what my son said, he was correct, but they ignored it. p>
"So that's it. Okay, take it back and put it away. After dinner, you can slowly play with it."
After understanding it clearly, Mother Zhao was relieved. She was also afraid that she would be busy and neglect her children, who would imitate others. However, thinking about it, she felt that she was worrying too much because her two children were obedient and sensible, so she did not let them go.
Why should she worry?
Zhao's mother stewed yam and pork ribs soup, and specially put a lot of bamboo shoots in it. Just opened the lid of the pot, and the room was immediately filled with a faint fragrance.
Seeing that her son had already served the rice, Zhao’s mother took out the chopsticks from the kitchen.
"It's time to eat."
"Lanlan..."
"Coming."
After washing his hands, Zhao Qinglan came out to have dinner.
She took a look at the dishes on the table. Although they looked simple, they were full of color, flavor and flavor, which suited her very well. She could only say that her mother's cooking skills were really good.
At the dinner table, Zhao Qinglan and her parents sat opposite her, and her brother sat next to her. The atmosphere was very harmonious.
While eating, Mother Zhao took a spoon and scooped out a few pieces of ribs for Zhao Qinglan and poured them into her bowl.
"Lan Lan, eat more meat."
After saying that, he also scooped a few more pieces for his son, "You have to finish the meal. Now is the time for you to grow. If you don't eat more now, when you want to grow taller in the future, you will find that it is the same as that short winter melon."
You can’t blame your mother for not giving you food when you were little..."
Dwarf winter melon!!
Zhao Qingyuan: "Mom, I will definitely eat more." He definitely can't be a short winter melon, so he has to be a tall winter melon.
Zhao Qinglan didn't say anything, but there was a rare smile on his face.
Halfway through the meal, Lin Qiaoqiao suddenly thought that there was no rice at home.
"By the way, husband..."
When Zhao Jun heard that he was called, he raised his eyes and looked at his wife, "What are you doing?" He was startled, but his temper was still the same as when he was young.
"There is no rice at home. Remember to buy a pack later."
"I was so surprised that I thought something was wrong. I'll go buy it later and eat first."
"By the way, remember to buy another bottle of vinegar."
"I know..."
After dinner, Zhao Qingyuan was assigned to wash the dishes.
Judging from his proficiency, you can tell that he washes dishes frequently in this family.
Zhao Qinglan is not idle either.
She is mopping the floor.
When she looked up, she saw her mother walking out of the kitchen carrying a large bucket. It was a bucket of cut potatoes with water in it. It was obvious that she was struggling to carry it.
Zhao Qinglan lowered her face, put down the mop and walked over.
"Why don't you call me."
Reaching out to take the big bucket, Zhao Qinglan easily held it in his hand.