Just when Zhang Zhong looked towards Pengpeng, the girl suddenly got excited and lowered her head.
Zhang Zhong was worried. Could it be that Pengpeng was resistant to this matter?
But it was not easy to talk about it at the table now, so he wanted to find time to have a good chat with Pengpeng later.
At the same time, Zhang Zhong also began to reflect on himself.
Indeed, when it came to matters with Xu Yuhan, he always acted based on his own feelings and never asked Pengpeng about his feelings.
He was also asking himself, if Pengpeng was opposed to this matter, would he not marry Xu Yuhan?
The answer is of course impossible.
But if Pengpeng had any conflict, he and Xu Yuhan would definitely not feel good.
…
The meal lasted for more than two hours. The two old men were quite happy and drunk.
Hu Huifang and Cao Ruixia also drank some wine, but they were both in normal condition.
After eating, Xu Wenxuan and the others did not go back. Zhang Zhong directly took them back to his home.
The two old men slept all afternoon, and the two mothers held hands in the living room and chatted all afternoon.
Zhang Zhong was busy pouring water and tea for them, and in the evening, he took the initiative to cook a table of dishes.
Looking at a table of dishes, Cao Ruixia smiled and said, "Zhang Zhong's life is much better than his uncle Xu. Not many young people today can cook such a table of dishes."
"Don't worry, little sister, in this regard, after they get married, I will still be there for cooking, and Zhang Zhong will be there for me in my absence. Yuhan will not be burdened," Hu Huifang said.
Cao Ruixia shook her head and said, "That's not okay. The housework must be shared and cannot be done by just one person. But Yuhan is okay. Although she can't cook for a banquet, she can do some home-cooked dishes."
While they were talking, Zhang Xingjun pulled Xu Wenxuan over.
"Brother, let's not go to the restaurant tonight and make do at home. I've been hiding a bottle of wine for three or four years. Let's open it tonight." Zhang Xingjun said with a smile.
Xu Wenxuan waved his hands repeatedly, "No more, no more. The smell of alcohol is still lingering from what I drank at noon. Brother, you should wait until next time to drink this wine. We have a long life ahead of us."
"It's true that the days are long, but I also have a lot of wine, so I'm not afraid that I won't have to drink anymore..."
They also drank some in the evening, but it was much less than at noon. The five of them shared a bottle of white wine.
After drinking, Zhang Zhong asked someone to send them back, and Xu Yuhan followed.
After they all left, Zhang Zhong turned around and found that Peng Peng was gone.
"Where's Pengpeng?"
"Go back to the room."
Zhang Dian nodded, walked to the door of Pengpeng's room, and knocked gently.
"Who?" Pengpeng asked.
"Me." Zhang Chong replied.
"I'm going to sleep, dad." Pengpeng said.
"Can you let dad go in and I'll tell you a few words before I go to sleep?"
There was silence in the room for a while, and then Peng Peng's voice came, "Okay, Dad, come in."
Zhang Zhong pushed the door open and went in. Pengpeng was lying on the table writing.
He smiled and did not speak immediately, but walked over to Peng Peng and sat down.
Pengpeng didn't know what she was afraid of. She kept her head down and didn't speak. The pen in her hand kept writing back and forth on the paper, and she didn't know what she was writing.
After a while, Zhang Zhong finally said, "Teacher Xu's parents came over today. Do you know why?"
"Yeah." Pengpeng nodded.
"Then what do you think?" Zhang Zhong asked softly.
"I……"
Zhang Zhong asked again, "Don't you want dad to marry Teacher Zhang?"
"No." Pengpeng suddenly raised his head, "No, it's not that I don't want dad to marry Teacher Xu."
"Then why don't you want to talk to Dad?"
"It's not that I don't want to talk to dad, I just..." Pengpeng's voice became smaller and smaller.
"Just what?" Zhang Zhong asked again, he didn't want to let this matter go.
Being "forced" by Zhang Zhong, Pengpeng mustered up the courage and said, "Dad, after you get married, can I call you Teacher Xu, Teacher Xu?"
The sentence structure of Peng Peng almost made Zhang Zhong unresponsive, but then he understood what Peng Peng meant. She hoped that after Zhang Zhong married Xu Yuhan, she could still call Xu Yuhan Teacher Xu.
Zhang Zhong nodded directly, "Okay, if you want to call me Teacher Xu, just call me Teacher Xu."
"Really?" Pengpeng's eyes lit up. The reason she was hiding from Zhang Zhong just now was because she was afraid that he would ask her to change her name to Xu Yuhan's mother in the future.
"Really." Zhang Zhong laughed. He really couldn't understand why Pengpeng was so happy because of this matter.
He had never thought of forcing Pengpeng to call Xu Yuhan mom. It would be great if she wanted to, but it didn't matter if she didn't want to.
But speaking of it, Pengpeng did always call Xu Yuhan Teacher Xu.
She has never been called by other names, such as Aunt Xu.
"Dad, then you should get married as soon as possible, so that Teacher Xu can attend my parent-teacher conferences in the future." Peng Peng said with a smile.
…
Zhang Zhong doesn’t know why Pengpeng’s thinking jumps so fast, why does he suddenly get involved in the parent-teacher conference?
"Do you want Teacher Xu to go to the parent-teacher conference?" Zhang Zhong asked.
Pengpeng nodded, "Of course, you and grandma go there every time, it's so boring, and my classmates all like Teacher Xu."
"Don't they like me?" Zhang Zhong asked with a jealous look on his face.
Pengpeng shook his head, "They are so afraid of you. Many of my classmates dare not talk to you."
"Is there any?" Zhang Zhong looked confused. He felt that he was quite amiable and had given lectures to those children before.
Moreover, many of Pengpeng's classmates have visited Zhang Zhong's house to play, and he has prepared candies and other things for them. There is no reason to be afraid of him.
"Yeah, Li Yangyang told me that his father said you were a great writer and asked him to learn more from you, but he just didn't dare. Li Yangyang said your handwriting was beautiful, but his handwriting was too ugly, so he didn't dare.
I write in front of you because I'm afraid you'll say anything about him. I've told him that you won't say anything about him, but he doesn't believe it. But his handwriting is really ugly," Pengpeng said.
Zhang Zhong laughed. He had never known about this. He thought the children had always liked him. Unexpectedly, they were more in awe of him, maybe more afraid.
He nodded and said, "Okay, let Teacher Xu attend your parent-teacher conference in the future."
"Uh-huh."
"Okay, it's getting late tonight. Go take a shower and go to bed early." Zhang Zhong stood up and prepared to go out.
"Okay." Pengpeng put down the pen in his hand and prepared to take a shower.
Zhang Zhong stretched his head and looked at the notebook on the table. He wanted to see what Pengpeng had been writing just now.
When he saw the words clearly written on it, he smiled and shook his head.
There is nothing else written in the notebook, only the words "Teacher Xu".