Chapter 4 Brother Xiao is a very nice person. He is good at making complaints.
Xiao Zhier coughed lightly and said, "Grandpa Xu is coming. Why didn't you tell me earlier? It would be so bad if I got stuck in traffic on the way."
Old Master Xiao didn't care at all: "Old Xu is not an outsider. His son used to come to our house all day to eat. When you were sick as a child, you went to their hospital for injections. His daughter gave you injections. You cried every time you got an injection. When you were in junior high school, you even cried. You were famous in the whole hospital. Our two families are very close, so there's nothing wrong with that."
Xiao Zhier: ...Thank you. If the price of going home to eat the mutton cooked by grandma is to relive all the embarrassing experiences from childhood to adulthood, then he doesn't have to go back for this meal.
He took a breath and replied with difficulty: "...I understand. I will go back as soon as possible."
In order to reduce the risk of being late due to traffic jams, Xiao Zhier sat at the table and his hand speed increased rapidly. After half an hour of talking nonsense about the meeting report required by the school, he found a bag and stuffed the mended pants for the students into it, and then stared at the time on the computer.
The moment the time on the status bar in the lower right corner of the computer jumped to five o'clock, Xiao Zhier stood up and ran. When he passed by Lin Jingshen's desk, he casually threw the bag on Lin Jingshen's desk: "My students will come to me to get clothes in a while, just give them to them. Tell them they are welcome. Turn left at the side door of the school and the auntie's cooking skills are super good."
Lin Jingshen only felt a gust of wind blowing past behind him, and when he raised his eyes, Xiao Zhier had disappeared, leaving only the chair still slowly spinning.
He lowered his head, took out the pants from the bag, opened them and looked at them, and the corners of his lips twitched.
The craftsmanship is really great, what a delicate little flower.
Xiao Zhier successfully returned home before the evening rush hour. When he found that the old man of the Xu family had not arrived yet, he clasped his hands together and shook them towards the sky, feeling relieved, and carefully posted a message on his Moments.
“God will not disappoint anyone who works hard.”
The next second after exiting the Moments interface, a prompt appeared. Xiao Zhier clicked on it and saw a White Rose avatar. When he opened it, he saw Xu Ze's name.
Xiao Zhier curled his lips slightly, and he turned off the screen directly, turned around and went into the kitchen. He hung on his grandfather's back like a lazy cat, put his chin on the old man's shoulder and smiled intimately: "President Xiao, what delicious food are you going to make tonight?"
The president of Shaocheng Calligraphy Association, Xiao Hongchun, smiled and picked up a piece of crispy meat with chopsticks and brought it to Xiao Zhier's mouth: "Why are you calling me president at home, little brat? It's freshly fried, be careful of the heat."
Xiao Zhier took a bite of the crispy meat with a hissing sound, chewing it with a grin, while giving Old Man Xiao a thumbs-up. He had already successfully committed a humiliating act, so he changed his words to follow suit: "Hiss... not too salty or bland, just the right flavor, delicious! Grandpa, your cooking skills are superb!"
Old Master Xiao turned around with interest and watched his precious grandson "moving his whole mouth" to fry the meat again, and said with a smile: "This is a semi-finished product. Use your brain before flattering next time...Also, is it biting you in its mouth?"
Xiao Zhier silently retracted his thumb.
His old man didn't cooperate with his praise at all. This was revenge, definitely revenge!
He was sad, so he withdrew a compliment.
"I saw Wenwen's car in the garage. Is Wenwen back?"
Xiao Zhier had a smile on his face. He made a face at Old Man Xiao and turned to greet him: "Grandma!"
The old lady was changing her shoes at the door. Seeing this, Xiao Zhier hurried forward to take the mutton bag from the old lady, and held her arm with a half-instructive and half-complaining tone: "Ms. Ling Chunhua, can you count how many times your eldest grandson has told you to just ask me to get these things, or ask Brother Chen to carry them up. It's only been a short time since your arm was dislocated, so don't carry things by yourself."
Ms. Ling Chunhua smiled nonchalantly: "It's such a heavy thing, how can it be so fragile..."
When she saw Xiao Zhier opening his mouth to speak again, the old lady decisively reached out and pinched Xiao Zhier's cheek: "Alright, little nag, I promise to let Xiao Chen carry me next time, okay?"
Xiao Zhier was handsome to begin with, and Ms. Ling Chunhua's pinch made him pout uncontrollably. He hummed and uttered, "Okay... I'll trust you again..."
Ms. Ling Chunhua smiled and pinched Xiao Zhier's face twice, then held Xiao Zhier's cheeks with both hands and rubbed them twice, leaving a loud kiss on his forehead, and then let go of Xiao Zhier, whose face was already flushed.
"Is grandma's baby Wenwen shy?"
Ms. Ling Chunhua seemed to have discovered a new world. She opened her eyes wide and came forward, her amber eyes filled with a sly smile.
The old man lives a rich life and his spiritual world has always been abundant and rich. He takes good care of himself and has no worries. Although he is over 60 years old, he looks graceful and like he is only in his 40s.
Xiao Zhier immediately covered his cheeks and took a step back. He emphasized seriously: "No, I'm not shy. It was grandma who rubbed my face. It turned me red!"
"Really? Then let grandma blow it for you. It will be fine after blowing it."
"No way!"
The grandparents and grandchildren were laughing and joking in the living room. The driver, Xiao Chen, carried the three bags of food that Ms. Ling Chunhua had bought into the kitchen. When he passed by Xiao Zhier, who was being chased by the old lady and running around the living room, Xiao Chen reached out and high-fived Xiao Zhier: "Give me five! Come on, little boss!"
Xiao Zhier was caught off guard and hit by a claw that stretched out from the side. He was startled and glared at Xiao Chen unhappily: "Brother Chen, you are just causing trouble!"
At this time, Mr. Xiao slowly strolled out of the kitchen: "Old Xu's youngest son has finished get off work. I estimate he will be here in more than half an hour."
As soon as Mr. Xiao finished speaking, Xiao Zhier jumped up with a roar, turned around and rushed upstairs.
Mr. Xiao was stunned. He looked at Ms. Ling Chunhua and asked, "Where has this kid been?"
Ms. Ling Chunhua was silent for a few seconds, then tentatively spoke: "I remember that both of Mr. Xu's sons were good-looking. Our Wenwen has always loved to compete with them since she was a child. Maybe... dressing up?"
Mr. Xiao blinked: "But his eldest brother won't come over."
The two looked at each other, and Ms. Ling Chunhua thought for a few seconds: "I remember that Wenwen hasn't met his youngest son yet, what's his name?"
Old Master Xiao nodded: "That's also a pretty good-looking guy, his name is Xu Ze."
"Xu Ze? Why is it you?"
Xiao Zhier took a long time to suppress the bright red color on his cheeks that were pinched by Ms. Ling Chunhua. As soon as he went downstairs, he ran into the nanny who opened the door and welcomed in Grandpa Xu and the two young men behind him.
He subconsciously walked forward quickly and wanted to say hello. The moment he met the people who came in, Xiao Zhier opened his eyes wide and asked subconsciously.
They all paused. Old Master Xiao looked at Xiao Zhier, then at Xu Ze: "Do you two know each other?"
Xu Ze wore a white satin shirt today, paired with dark blue jeans and casual sneakers. His hair was not styled deliberately, and his slightly long hair had a slightly fluffy feel. He wore silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, but he took off the silver glasses chain and stuffed it into his jeans pocket. A small piece of chain with silver-white teardrop-shaped crystals hung from his pocket, swaying slightly under Xiao Zhier's gaze, like an exquisite little decoration.
Hearing Mr. Xiao's question, Xu Ze raised his eyes, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes hidden behind his glasses. His gaze stayed on Xiao Zhier for a few seconds, and then he turned back to Mr. Xiao and said respectfully: "I know him, Brother Xiao is a very nice person."
"Brother Xiao is a very nice person."
As soon as Xu Ze finished speaking, Xiao Zhier hadn't had time to say anything before the boy who had been standing behind Xu Ze suddenly spoke. He pinched his throat and repeated Xu Ze's words in a mean voice, then poked his head out from behind Xu Ze and waved at Xiao Zhier: "Good evening, Brother Xiao!"
Xiao Zhier looked at the boy and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Xu Censheng, did you take your pants?"
The smile on Xu Censheng's face froze in an instant. As one of the protagonists of the drama of climbing over the wall at noon, Xu Censheng pleaded with Xiao Zhier with his hands clasped together, begging for mercy: "Xiao, Brother Xiao, you see, it's a beautiful day, right? Let's not talk about what happened at school, okay?"
At this moment, Xu Ze came to his senses and realized that the "long-parted reunion" plot he had prepared for half a day was ruined by a word from his little nephew. He suppressed the smile on his lips, turned around and gave Xu Censheng an elbow.
Xiao Zhier: Wow.
He watched Xu Ze's revenge with interest. Xiao Xiao saw it, but didn't say anything.
Xu Censheng was completely unaware of the impending danger. He was still intent on begging Xiao Zhier for mercy: "It's just a small accident, right? Not worth mentioning, not worth a second..."
Xu Censheng screamed, and fell to the ground, holding his ribs. He looked at Xu Ze with resentment: "Uncle, you...hiss, you are too cruel!"
Xu Ze smiled: "Are you happy learning how to talk like me?"
His lenses reflected light slightly, and coupled with the smile on the corners of his lips, there was an inexplicable murderous aura rising from him, and everyone present shuddered silently.
Mr. Xiao and Ms. Ling Chunhua looked at each other, and Mr. Xu joined in the look immediately. The three old men immediately reached a consensus, pretended nothing had happened, and retreated to the tea room.
As soon as the old people left, the remaining group of young people immediately relaxed a lot. Xiao Zhier said slowly: "The ground is cold, get up quickly."
Xu Censheng rolled over from the ground and got up. He rushed over and was about to hug Xiao Zhier's waist, but Xu Ze, who had anticipated this, grabbed him by the waist with one hand and threw him behind him. Xu Censheng fell on the sofa like a baby.
He collapsed on the sofa, dizzy and with stars in his eyes. Xiao Zhier looked at Xu Ze and frowned slightly: "You hit him too hard. What if he really gets hurt?"
Having said that, Xiao Zhier was about to go forward to check on Xu Censheng's condition.
"I'm a doctor in the emergency department." Xu Ze looked calm. He glanced at Xu Censheng, his eyebrows moving slightly, "Why don't you get up yet?"
Xu Censheng sat up straight in an instant, and waved to Xiao Zhier in a serious and elegant manner: "Hello, teacher, thank you for your hard work...
Xu Ze ignored his nephew's antics. He turned to look at Xiao Zhi'er, his eyes softened instantly. The young man couldn't help but take two steps closer to Xiao Zhi'er, his voice also soft: "Teacher Xiao just said that Xu Censheng went to get his pants. Is there something wrong?"
Hearing Xu Ze's words, Xu Censheng's smile froze, and he immediately changed his tone: "...It's getting late, teacher, please take a rest, or I, your student, will leave first!"
Xiao Zhier looked at Xu Ze innocently and said, "Your nephew was climbing over the wall at the side door with his classmates this afternoon and got caught in the door. The pants I saved were torn."
He finished the complaint in one breath and smiled at Xu Censheng.
When it comes to filing a complaint, he’s a professional!
The next second, Xu Ze's voice sounded sinisterly: "Xu! Cen! Sheng!"
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh help—”
Amidst the chaos and war, Xiao Zhier looked up at the sky, as if all was peaceful and tranquil.
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