"Come in with me quickly and give Qingqing to me...ah...no," Zhang Yucai said, changing his tone. "Let Qingqing come down. Dad has something to ask."
"No, Dad, what's going on?"
"Don't worry, it's a good thing. Just call for help when I tell you to. Go quickly." Zhang Yucai said, picked up the big teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of cold tea, and drank it down in one gulp.
But Zhang Yucai hadn't even finished his tea when Zhang Zhihao beside him opened his mouth and shouted, "Qingqing..."
"Ahem." Zhang Yucai choked, put down his teacup, and reached out to hit Zhang Zhihao. "I told you to go up there, not to shout. You didn't understand, did you? Go now."
Zhang Zhihao was a little confused. Their house was a small second floor, and they could just shout at people upstairs and downstairs. Why would they need to go up there?
She usually calls me like this, and I never heard her say anything. Why is she acting weird today?
However, Zhang Zhihao was an honest child. After his mother said so, he went upstairs. He was tidying up the upstairs to pack clothes. After hearing her husband's call downstairs, she got up and prepared to go downstairs. As a result, her husband came up again as soon as she left the house.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know. Dad came back from outside, panting, and said he had something to ask you. I don't know either." Zhang Zhihao shook his head, muttering something in his heart, but he still added: "But Dad said it was a good thing."
Qingqing nodded, and the couple came down from upstairs. At this time, Zhang Yucai went to the living room downstairs and made another cup of tea. When he saw his daughter-in-law Qingqing coming down from upstairs, he stood up on his own initiative.
"Qingqing, please sit down." Zhang Yucai said with a smile on his face.
"Dad, what's the matter?" Looking at Lao Xiaoxiao like this, Qingqing was also very confused, and sat down on the sofa at the same time.
Zhang Yucai, on the other hand, was in no hurry to speak. He smiled and poured a cup of tea for Qingqing, then asked, "Qingqing, now that you're home, take a rest. Let Zhihao do any work. Have some tea, you must be tired."
It's a good day today, the afternoon sun is shining brightly, and the house is very warm. I went into the house to tidy up the clothes. There was some sweat on my forehead, and my hair at the temples was a little messy.
"It's okay, Dad. I just packed two pieces of clothes." Qingqing said.
Zhang Yucai shook his head and turned to look at his son: "Zhihao can do the laundry, too. No one says that this is a woman's job. Men can't do the laundry? Cleaning? That doesn't make sense."
Zhang Zhihao felt a little aggrieved when he heard his mother say this: "Dad, I'm not idle either. I'm picking corn in the yard!"
"Why would you care? I can do it myself. Just focus on the housework and don't let Qingqing do it all. Qingqing must be so tired taking care of two kids. I'll just do the yard chores as well."
Zhang Zhihao opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. Qingqing looked even more puzzled. How could this old man of theirs, who used to be a bit chauvinistic, change so much today?
"Dad, what exactly do you want to ask?" Qingqing asked directly. She still had some clothes to clean up upstairs.
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