"Quick, go wash your hands, Grandpa will steam some egg custard for you!"
The two little girls also cherished their former maternal grandfather, but not their current paternal grandfather.
Looking at the two little girls jumping around, Zhou Jianjun's smile widened. He said to Zhao Cuihong, "Old woman, you take the children to rest. I've already chopped the vegetables. I'll stir-fry them when the eldest son is about to get off work, so he can have a ready-made meal when he comes back."
Previously, when Zhou Jianjun was in Jianshan Brigade, he was just like most of the men in the village. He wouldn't even pick up spilled soy sauce, and he would leave the broom at the gate of the yard and pass by it three or four times a day without even noticing it.
After Zhao Cuihong was brought to the provincial capital by her daughters, Zhou Jianjun had no crops to tend to in the fields. Being a quiet and reserved person who didn't like to interact with people, he stayed at home all day and almost got sick from boredom.
Zhao Cuihong couldn't stand it any longer, so she led Zhou Jianjun and herself to the supply and marketing cooperative to grab eggs, meat, and defective cloth...
However, Zhou Jianjun's performance was poor.
On one occasion, when Zhao Cuihong was about to lead Zhou Jianjun out to snatch defective fabrics, Zhou Jianjun refused to go, saying that he would stay home to cook and wait for Zhao Cuihong to come back.
Zhao Cuihong knew the old man's temperament and didn't force him. She simply put Zhou Jianjun's cooking out of her mind. How could someone who hadn't been in the kitchen for decades know how to cook?
However, when they got home, they found that Zhou Jianjun had indeed prepared the meal.
Although the rice was a little undercooked and the dishes were a bit too salty.
But at least it was done, right?
Not wanting to hurt Zhou Jianjun's pride, Zhao Cuihong and Zhou Shuixian politely complimented each other.
Little did anyone know, Zhou Jianjun seemed to have found enjoyment in this, spending his days doing laundry, cooking, and cleaning at home, while leaving the tasks of grocery shopping and picking up the children to Zhao Cuihong.
Sometimes, when Lin Xiangdong and Wu Xuejun came to their house, Zhou Jianjun would pull them aside to exchange experiences about being a stay-at-home dad...
Sometimes, Zhou Jianjun secretly wondered: Was he born to be the man behind a woman?
Or are all the women in the Zhou family suited to supporting men?
Looking at Zhao Cuihong and her two daughters, Zhou Jianjun was convinced that this must be the case.
So when Zhou Jianjun saw that Zhao Cuihong had brought the two children back, he didn't want her to help him. Instead, he urged her to take the children to see picture books.
Seeing his wife standing in front of him for a long time without moving, Zhou Jianjun couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you go sit down and rest?"
"What?"
The next second, upon hearing Zhao Cuihong's answer, Zhou Jianjun was completely shocked. He nearly dropped the lid in his hand, and asked in a trembling voice:
"What did you say? Ruan Zhiqing is willing to marry our youngest son?"
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