Chapter 153
Somehow, Zhong Qiao recalled a familiar figure in his mind.
Ji Hebai.
The last time Xu Shaojun came to his house to cause trouble, it was he who stepped in to help him out. Although Zhong Qiao was reluctant to use this relationship, since he had such a useful relationship in hand, it didn't seem difficult to use it.
After all, if he relies on himself or his family, Zhong Qiao is worried about his parents being too old. Moreover, Siqi is still in school. He has a reckless personality and is now in adolescence, so he does things rashly. Zhong Qiao is also worried about asking him to step forward in this matter.
Thinking of this, perhaps sensing that her mother was thinking about something and was in a bad mood, Wanwan in her arms stretched out her little hands and waved them in the air, waking Zhong Qiao up with a "pop".
Zhong Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then he was shocked by his own thoughts.
Although she and Ji Hebai were nominally lovers, she didn't seem to place him in a very important position in her heart.
When used, it seems like a handy tool.
When did it all start? No matter what I do, I'm already saddled with the businessman's calculations and weighing of pros and cons.
Zhong Qiao sighed.
Being reborn is certainly a good thing, but it also makes her lose the innocence and simplicity that she should have at this age, including the courage and irrationality to like someone else again.
"Wanwan." Zhong Qiao kissed the child's pink face, "You have to grow up quickly, then Mom will be completely relieved."
The child is too young. Although his mother is taking care of him at home and Siqi often helps to feed him, Zhong Qiao still feels uneasy. If the child can grow up a little and distinguish right from wrong, she won't have to watch over him like a thief every day.
Later, Zhong Qiao fed her child and read a book. Halfway through, her mother was worried that she was working too hard, so she brought her a bowl of steamed egg with sesame oil and fried minced meat.
Zhong Qiao happened to be hungry too, so she ate everything up. Seeing that she was enjoying her meal, Zhong's mother dragged a stool over and made slippers for her in the light of the room.
Zhong Qiao was reading a book and got tired. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her nimbly sewing with needle and thread. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Mom, when did you learn this? Did Sister Qian teach you too?"
Mother Zhong looked up and smiled, jokingly saying, "No way, do you think I'm so useless? Your grandparents weren't a wealthy family before, they only became wealthy later on. When you were little, I often sewed clothes and made shoes for your uncles."
"And your and Siqi's slippers, as well as your autumn and winter underwear, weren't they all made by me?"
Zhong Qiao was speechless for a moment.
She suddenly realized that she had only focused on her daughter and business and completely ignored Zhong's mother.
Looking at Mother Zhong smiling gently under the light, but looking closely, you can find that her hair is shining white. Zhong Qiao was slightly shocked. She didn't know when her mother had completely become an ordinary woman.
Thinking about how she was such a beauty-loving person in Hong Kong and never had to do any housework, but now she can do everything, Zhong Qiao felt a little complicated and guilty.
"Mom, I'll take you out for a walk tomorrow." Zhong Qiao closed the book. "Let's go pick out some clothes. You probably don't have many autumn clothes in your closet, and the colors are a bit dull. It's time to change a few pieces."
Mother Zhong waved her hand: "No, don't waste this money, keep it."
Zhong Qiao felt even more guilty: "I don't have much money, so I'll just treat it as my daughter's filial piety to you."
Mother Zhong glanced at her and smiled: "Then buy a few clothes for your dad. The clothes in my closet were all bought by your dad. Your dad is rough. No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, he only wears a few clothes. If you hadn't bought him a coat before, he wouldn't have many decent clothes to wear.
"Buy them all." Zhong Qiao said without hesitation, "You and Dad come with me. If it really doesn't work out, we can go together and you can help Dad pick out a few pieces."
Mother Zhong hesitated for a moment and was about to refuse, but Zhong Qiao interrupted her directly and said, "It's settled."
Seeing her firm attitude, Zhong's mother had no choice but to give up.
By the time of lunch the next day, Mr. and Mrs. Zhong had both changed into their cleanest and tidiest clothes, and both of them had smiles on their faces that they couldn't hide.
When Mr. Zhong heard that his daughter was going to buy clothes for him, his heart was filled with pride, and his mother was so proud that even their lunch felt extra sweet.
Zhong Siqi looked confused and couldn't help but raised his head: "Mom and Dad, what are you doing? You've been laughing all day long. I'm so scared."
"Eat your meal." Zhong's mother said angrily, "I get mad when I see you causing trouble for me at school all day long. How dare you say that?"
Looking at Zhong Qiao again, she is pleasing in every way. After all, daughters are the best. They are like little cotton-padded jackets, who know how to love their parents and are considerate.
Zhong Siqi's heart was filled with tears. He was eating and it was another day of being despised. He must have been picked up.
Seeing him like this, Zhong Qiao also laughed secretly.
After dinner, the three of them left Zhong Siqi at home to look after the house. Zhong Qiao hugged Zhong's mother's arm affectionately, and Zhong's father borrowed a tricycle to take them.
The person who borrowed the money was naturally Mrs. Qian's son.
It was a coincidence that Mrs. Qian's son and his family lived on the same street as Zhong Qiao's family. Because his wife particularly liked the clothes sold by Zhong Qiao, they became familiar with each other after going back and forth, and with Mrs. Qian's presence in between.
If you ask them to borrow something on a daily basis, they will even give you some snacks and food.
The breeze blows gently and the white clouds float slowly.
Zhong Qiao and her mother snuggled in the back seat, feeling the scenery was so beautiful.
When they arrived, they were dazzled by the new clothes. Mother Zhong helped Father Zhong, who looked embarrassed, to pick out clothes.
The owner was a pretty young girl who spoke sweetly and was very attentive to Mrs. Zhong.
"Sister, buy this one for uncle. The color of this one looks very suitable for him."
Mother Zhong was startled by her address, and suddenly shyly touched the side of her face: "Ah, sister?"
"Oh, this is my husband. I already have two children, but this is the first time someone calls me sister."
The last time I was called sister was in Hong Kong.
The young girl giggled and said, "Excuse me, you look so fashionable and have permed hair. I thought you and this girl were sisters."
No woman doesn't like to hear such words. Mother Zhong couldn't hide the smile on her face: "You Suzhou girls just love to say nice things."
Mr. Zhong on the side couldn't help but touch his face. Why was he always called uncle?
Mother Zhong tried the clothes on him. Seeing his sullen face, she couldn't help but scold him, "My child bought clothes for you. You have such a thoughtful heart. Why are you so sullen? It's as if you owe me money."
Mr. Zhong scratched his head, feeling even more embarrassed. “Isn’t this the first time I’m out shopping with you two? I’m afraid of embarrassing myself, so it’s better to keep quiet.”
Mother Zhong and Zhong Qiao looked at each other and burst out laughing. The young shop owner was almost laughing with tears in his eyes. In order to avoid embarrassing Father Zhong, he turned his head away.
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