Transmigrated & Triumphant: Defying Destiny's Chosen One-Chapter 597 - 79: Want to go play with cars together? _2
"I know, Little He, we are all women, and women understand women best—don’t worry about me. Your Brother Zhu is just like this, when we get home, I’ll show him what for!"
She had actually been to school properly.
Then she called out to Da Mao and Er Mao:
"You guys should help your mom with chores at home. When your birthdays come around at the end of the year, I’ll buy you a car."
Da Mao and Er Mao instantly forgot the temptation of those three yuan and couldn’t wait for time to fly to their birthdays.
"Mom, we can do anything, could you buy two cars?"
After all, they were two people.
Sister-in-law Zhu thought about the cost, and her heart tightened.
But then she thought, isn’t Old Zhu earning a good salary? Providing for the family? What’s wrong with buying a toy for our sons?
She gritted her teeth, hardened her heart, and let the sons have their wishes fulfilled!
As for Old Zhu, it wasn’t the first time he had heard the kids talk about this car—ever since five years ago, they’d been obsessed every time they saw it, thinking about it every year.
He had long since looked into the price but never mustered the courage. Now his heart was trembling—
"Honey, aren’t two cars a bit much..."
Adding up to over a hundred!
Too extravagant.
Sister-in-law Zhu shot him a glance.
"No worries, if you can’t afford to raise the kids, I’ll use my salary to support them."
Old Zhu was moved to tears in his heart.
He thought—tonight after dinner, he shouldn’t be in a rush to return to the army. Since his leave wasn’t over, he might as well go home and wash those two basins of clothes, and then mend the sheets...
Moreover, he needed to promise his wife that he wouldn’t buy Da Qianmen or Mudan again. Da Qianmen costs 0.36 yuan, Mudan 0.5 yuan, extravagant, too extravagant!
From now on, he’d just smoke Juhua!
Nine cents!
In any case, he couldn’t let himself seem like someone relying on a woman’s income.
...
...
These days, cooking is all about substance, without being picky about fine workmanship. Because of his little aunt’s large appetite, Da Dan is quite experienced in cooking for many people.
Now directing everyone to wash and chop vegetables, peel garlic, grind ginger, smash cucumbers, meanwhile braising some preserved meats and ribs, wild rabbits and chickens brought from home.
He also stews a pot of pickled fish and plans to stick the rice crust to the side later.
Seeing that the side dishes are ready and the rice is steaming, he quickly waves everyone out—
"Go help your aunt entertain the guests, I’ll handle the rest."
Among the kids, Da Dan indeed has the best cooking skills. Everyone has their own tasks, and they quickly left, leaving only Gu An to manage the fire.
Gu Ping thought for a moment, then grabbed a knife and an enamel basin and headed out:
"I saw that Little Aunt and the others have forgotten to take the watermelon out of the well while chatting. Guagua seeds, I’ll save them for you, Da Dan."
The basin is for spitting seeds and rind, everyone does it this way these days.
Yun Baoni was a bit regretful: "Chop the watermelon rinds finely, the chicks love to eat them!" Unfortunately, since they moved, they haven’t had time to raise chickens.
Da Dan thought it over: "Aunt Niu next door is quite straightforward, I’ll help you ask around tomorrow and also buy some vegetables from the fellow countrymen."
And the seedlings for planting in the fall...
Little Xuan wisely kept quiet.
As an educated man, what they were talking about was beyond his understanding, but since everyone seemed busy, he felt out of place doing nothing.
He earnestly thought about it: "I’ll look for some materials on Beijing and come up with a set of test questions for you all later."
Everyone: ...
Except for Gu Ping, everyone pretended not to hear.
...
Gu Ping was indeed quite strong.
He slightly moved the stone slab covering the well, twirled the winch a few times, and the watermelon, chilled by the well water, was exposed.
This watermelon was snatched up by Old Zhou at the supply cooperative early in the morning, weighing 10 pounds, quite large for these times.
He placed the watermelon on the small table, raised his knife, and cut through the green skin, exposing the red, juicy flesh, and shiny black seeds...
After the lively commotion just now, everyone’s appetite was whetted, and they unceremoniously each grabbed a piece to savor its sweetness.
The kids gathered around, squatting by the basin, dutifully spitting out the seeds.
Old Zhu saw how diligent other people’s kids were and felt a little frustrated inside—
"Gu Ping, right? Do you guys get a salary for the chores you do at home every day?"
Gu Ping looked up at him, glanced at Chu River, noticed his little aunt’s mischievous smile, and so he also smiled extra politely.
"Yes, Uncle."
"Uncle Shi works hard to support us kids. In our spare time, we do some crafts to earn money so that we can buy our own paper and pens and daily necessities, which also lightens the burden on the family."
