Chapter 122 Could it be that Ayu's teaching is really not very good?
"Why don't you step on the gas a little?" Jian Ziyu suggested helplessly from inside the car, which was moving slower than walking.
He's lost count of how many times he's said the same thing this morning.
An Songyu stared intently ahead, focusing all her attention on her hands and feet.
Let alone stepping on the gas, she was afraid that if she moved her foot even slightly, the car would start moving.
This looks like a very spacious playground.
When Jian Ziyu was demonstrating for her just now, it looked like she could go a lap with just one step on the gas.
How could she dare to accelerate so easily?
Chien Tzu-yu, his head throbbing with pain, truly regretted his actions.
I shouldn't have driven so smoothly just now.
Now that's great, An Songyu has practiced around the playground countless times.
But apart from releasing the accelerator and stepping on the brake, she didn't accelerate at all.
Chien Tzu-yu would only leave his girlfriend alone in the car if he wasn't really worried about her.
He simply couldn't sit still any longer.
The sun had risen to its zenith in the sky.
Chien Tzu-yu asked his girlfriend again if she was hungry, and only after receiving a positive answer did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
After switching seats and adjusting the rearview mirrors and seat, Chien Tzu-yu asked again:
"Want to come practice tonight too?"
An Songyu sat in the passenger seat, relaxing her hands and feet.
Hearing this, he couldn't help but turn to look at Jian Ziyu.
"What's wrong?" Jian Ziyu asked as she drove the car out of the playground, got out of the car, and locked the big iron gate.
An Songyu lowered the car window and watched him work.
After the other person returned, he laughed and said, "Didn't you just complain that I didn't step on the gas?"
"You still want to practice with me?"
"You're just too scared to not step on the gas! Once you've practiced enough, you'll find yourself unable to handle the speed, and you'll definitely step on the gas!" Jian Ziyu replied matter-of-factly.
He made sure there were no cars on the road outside before backing the car out and continuing on his way.
An Songyu leaned her head against the car window, feeling the gentle breeze blowing in from outside, and sighed.
"It's already November, and the temperature hasn't dropped much."
"When the temperature drops in the southern provinces, it's time to prepare for the Chinese New Year."
"That's true!" An Songyu nodded, turned to look at Jian Ziyu, and asked with a smile:
"So, will you accompany me to practice driving until I can drive properly this time?"
"Of course!" Chien Tzu-yu replied matter-of-factly.
However, he didn't understand what his girlfriend meant by "this time".
Upon hearing this promise, An Songyu turned back to look out the car window.
Chien Tzu-yu has always been honest with her.
So even this simplest of promises.
Chien Tzu-yu only mentioned it once and then never brought it up again.
He studied architecture.
I spent the entire previous year working on projects in other cities.
Every vacation that is available is very limited.
Back when An Songyu was learning to drive, he was just as afraid to drive as he is now.
Chien Tzu-yu patiently accompanied her during practice.
But time is really limited.
So he promised to help her learn this, but failed to do so the first time.
I will never make promises lightly again.
Ultimately, even before returning, An Songyu didn't dare to drive alone.
Looking back now, it seems quite regrettable.
Although this time An Songyu was able to confirm it.
Even without Chien Tzu-yu by her side, she would probably try her best to make up for this small regret.
But for some reason, I heard Chien Tzu-yu's promise again.
It was as if something inside her had been filled.
It wasn't just the regret, but also some indescribable feelings.
At noon, Chien Tzu-yu and An Sung-yu went home together.
This year, the two have visited each other's homes more than once.
Everyone in the silk factory's residential compound knew about the relationship between the two.
However, there was no one else at home at noon.
After making a simple bowl of noodles together, one sat on the sofa in the living room, while the other went back to his room to rest.
In the afternoon, Jian Ziyu took An Songyu to continue practicing driving.
He didn't take An Songyu home until evening, and then left in a hurry.
Today is Sunday, and he drove his brother's car around all day.
Starting in the afternoon, his brother kept calling.
Standing downstairs, An Songyu watched the car drive out of the residential area.
I'm also thinking about buying a car.
Of course, if she can really do it, driving alone!
An Songyu returned relatively early.
However, her cooking skills are only average.
She glanced at the vegetables in the kitchen and took out some to prepare.
The soup, however, can be started in advance.
This stuff needs time to simmer before it absorbs the flavor.
When An Jianping and his son returned home together.
An Songyu's kitchen position was taken over.
She pulled up a stool by the kitchen door to peel garlic, chatting with An Jianping inside the kitchen as she did so.
"Brother, why didn't you pick up your wife today?"
“Your sister-in-law said the new motorcycle is very fast, she can come back by herself.” An Songlin neatly chopped the duck into small pieces without interrupting his conversation.
An Songyu stopped peeling garlic.
He asked with a hint of ambiguity, "Brother, did you guys buy another motorcycle?"
"Of course not!" An Songlin answered matter-of-factly.
An Songyu thought to herself, "As expected," but she was somewhat dazed.
Having just neatly sliced the ginger, An Jianping turned around and looked at his daughter's expression, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
An Songyu snapped back to reality and said righteously, "Brother, you should buy a car too. Look, Dad already bought one!"
An Songlin has already prepared the duck.
With An Jianping taking over as head chef, he laughed and asked, "So who will cook after we buy it?"
“Of course…” An Songyu hesitated for a moment.
Although An Songlin does not live at home.
But his place wasn't far from the silk factory.
It was only because he used to have to come to the silk factory's residential area after returning home that it seemed to take so long.
And Sister-in-law Xuan Ying doesn't even have a driver's license yet!
In a short period of time, I didn't even hear her mention anything about taking the exam.
An Songlin didn't seem to mind, and instead asked, "I heard Ayu came over today. How's your driving practice going?"
An Songyu had just picked up a clove of garlic when it fell directly into the trash can.
She silently looked up at An Songlin.
An Songlin turned his head and saw it.
He washed his hands and came over to help his sister pick up the garlic cloves. After rinsing them with water, he simply peeled off the skins and set them aside.
Then he turned back and asked, "What's wrong? Is he not teaching well?"
"Why don't you skip the exam this time?"
"Go after you're done with your work?"
An Jianping, who was busy nearby, couldn't hold back any longer.
Watching the two children laugh and shake their heads.
An Songyu felt a little embarrassed by An Jianping's laughter.
He shoved the garlic in his hand into An Songlin's hand and immediately turned and left.
An Songlin was somewhat stunned. Looking at the half-peeled garlic in his hand, he asked:
"What's wrong with Xiaoyu?"
"Could it be that Ayu's teaching is really not very good?"
"How about I teach her tonight?"
I looked at my son, who was already sitting on a small stool by the kitchen door, taking over the task of peeling garlic from his sister.
An Jianping didn't know how to tell his son the truth.
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