Chapter 355 Only She Doesn’t Know
After noon, grandma closed the door panels of the noodle shop one by one.
Then, they started to prepare food in the kitchen, and Zeng Wenjie's mother Han Yu also came to help.
Everyone in the family really loves Xiao Mu. When they learned that it was her birthday today, they prepared a lot of delicious food.
"Mom, are you making the Eight Great Bowls again?" Han Yu couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah! Xiao Mu likes to eat eight bowls." Grandma said with a smile.
Making this dish is the most difficult, as it requires preparation early in the morning. However, grandma never complains.
Zeng Wenjie wandered around the kitchen and when he went back to find Mu Qingyang, he found her touching the fireworks placed by the wall.
Zeng Wenjie was startled, then laughed and said, "I was wondering if the firecrackers we set up yesterday were in the wrong place. So you got up in the middle of the night to check them?"
Mu Qingyang blushed and said, "No, it's nonsense, it's a false accusation!"
Zeng Wenjie said, "Don't deny it, I was like this when I was a kid. I bought firecrackers and kept them at home, but I had to wait until New Year's Eve to set them off. I couldn't help but get up in the middle of the night to check and touch them, as if I was afraid someone would steal them."
Mu Qingyang snorted and said, "Zeng Wenjie is childish, I wouldn't do that!"
Then, she hugged the fireworks again and touched them reluctantly before putting them down.
"Let's go. I'll take you to the riverside to set off firecrackers." Zeng Wenjie said.
"Didn't they say it can only be set off on New Year's Eve?" Mu Qingyang was stunned and asked.
"Well, that was because our family was poor before. We bought some firecrackers to set off during the New Year. We were reluctant to set them off in advance. Now we have money, and we can set them off whenever we want!" Zeng Wenjie said domineeringly, waving his hand.
Mu Qingyang immediately became happy and said, "Then I'll put this!"
Zeng Wenjie simply picked up a bag and led her across the street to the riverside.
The weather is pretty good today, and you can even see people washing bed sheets by the river.
"However, you are dressed so beautifully today, but you have to be careful not to let the artillery fire burn your clothes." Zeng Wenjie said with a smile.
"I know!" Mu Qingyang agreed and inserted the flying monkey into the crevice of the stone.
Zeng Wenjie took out two cigarettes and put them in his mouth to light them. He smoked one himself and gave the other to Mu Qingyang to light firecrackers.
Mu Qingyang squatted carefully, leaned forward, pinched the filter and put the cigarette butt onto the fuse.
After lighting it, she hurried to Zeng Wenjie's side, and then the firecracker shot up into the sky and exploded.
Zeng Wenjie also grabbed some firecrackers from his bag to play with.
Then, Mu Qingyang began to understand why Zeng Wenjie liked fried cow dung and his grandfather's water cup when he was a child.
Because, after setting off a few match firecrackers, she also looked for bottles, cans and other things on the riverside, lit the firecrackers, stuffed them in and ran away, waiting for them to explode. It was very interesting.
"Don't blow up the glass bottle." Zeng Wenjie kicked a broken small glass bottle away. If you blow up this thing, you might get hurt.
Mu Qingyang pointed forward, his eyes sparkling, and said, "There's cow dung!"
Zeng Wenjie didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "You don't want to go home covered in cow dung and be laughed at, do you?"
Mu Qingyang thought about it, his face turned pale, and he shook his head repeatedly.
Then Zeng Wenjie grinned and said, "Hehehe, I want to blow it up for fun, you better run away first."
“…”
Mu Qingyang was suddenly speechless. He had vowed yesterday that he would not do these things.
However, she still walked away obediently, and then watched from afar as Zeng Wenjie inserted the most powerful "Thunder" into the cow dung.
After lighting the cigarette butt, Zeng Wenjie quickly fled the scene.
Mu Qingyang felt that this was not safe, so he simply hid behind a big rock.
As the firecrackers exploded, the scene...
Mu Qingyang could already imagine how miserable Zeng Wenjie was when he was a child!
"It seems that you really deserved a beating when you were a kid." Mu Qingyang couldn't help but say as he looked at the messy river beach in front of him.
"There are some who deserve a beating even more." Zeng Wenjie said.
"Tell me about it." Mu Qingyang asked in surprise.
Zeng Wenjie told the story of how he took Niubai to a mahjong parlor when he was a child to steal mahjong tiles, and then the owner of the mahjong parlor chased him all the way.
Seeing that he was about to be caught, he threw two mahjong tiles on the ground, and the boss had to stop to pick them up.
Finally, he ran five or six miles before throwing away all the stolen mahjong tiles.
After returning home, the two brothers were each severely beaten by their parents.
Shi Jing suffered the most. He was hung up and could only touch the ground with his toes. He suffered greatly.
Zeng Wenjie was not in a better condition. His hands were beaten bloody by his grandfather with bamboo strips. If his grandmother had not arrived in time to rescue him, the consequences would have been even worse.
Mu Qingyang listened with great interest, and then felt that Zeng Wenjie was indeed a jerk who deserved a beating.
After setting off firecrackers for an entire afternoon, when Zeng Wenjie returned home, he heard the screams of Hu Guohua and Shi Jing.
The two brothers took over Zeng Wenjie's room and played the Subor game console with the "Red Fortress" card inserted in it.
"Hey, you're here too!" Mu Qingyang greeted them immediately when he saw them.
"Hey, hello, Xiao Mu. You are dressed so nicely today." Hu Guohua said.
"Hello, boss lady." Shi Jing called out.
Mu Qingyang was stunned, his face flushed. What the hell is this "Boss Lady"? It makes him feel uncomfortable!
Zeng Wenjie said to the two of them, "My grandfather just wanted to talk to you about something."
"Oh!" The brothers put down the controller.
Zeng Wenjie immediately called Mu Qingyang over to sit down and said, "It's our turn to play."
Hu Guohua finally realized he'd been tricked and cursed, "You're really becoming more and more inhumane! I finally came to your house to play, and you're trying to snatch the game console from me?"
Shi Jing also nodded repeatedly and said, "Don't bring him iced Coke in the future."
Zeng Wenjie said with a smile, "How about this, each of us has one life. Xiao Mu and I will play first, and whoever dies will be next."
"Yes!"
The two brothers' emotions were finally calmed down, and then they sat next to each other and watched.
After Zeng Wenjie and Mu Qingyang were both killed, the handle changed hands.
"It's all your fault!" Mu Qingyang couldn't help but pat Zeng Wenjie's shoulder gently.
"You're trying to pass on the blame, huh? I carried the team the whole time, and you still blame me for not being good enough?" Zeng Wenjie said unhappily.
Zeng Wenjie and Mu Qingyang didn't have time to do anything else. Grandpa and grandma had arrived, and they had to go out to greet and entertain them.
When grandpa saw Mu Qingyang, he greeted him directly in Russian.
Then, Mu Qingyang also responded in fluent Russian.
Immediately, she turned around and smiled triumphantly at Zeng Wenjie.
"You're pretending to be one."
Zeng Wenjie was secretly amused. Little Mu acted as if he had made extraordinary progress in Russian after studying with his grandfather for a few days. If he didn't know the details, he would have almost believed it.
Not long after, grandma called for dinner.
The dishes are sumptuous, with twelve in total.
Zeng Wenjie took out two bottles of wine from the car and opened them, preparing to drink some during the meal.
No one brought up the topic of birthdays during the meal, as if they had reached a tacit understanding in advance.
But in fact, Zeng Wenjie had already secretly mediated and asked everyone to pretend that they knew nothing.
Faced with Xiao Mu, a kind girl, her family and friends all had the greatest goodwill and were willing to follow Zeng Wenjie's arrangements.
"Oh my, eight bowls! Xiao Mu, you are so proud!" Hu Guohua couldn't help but sigh after seeing the main course.
Mu Qingyang was stunned. Today was grandma's birthday. What did it have to do with her face?
Grandma said to Mu Qingyang, "Eat it. I don't know how to cook, so don't mind if it's not tasty."
“I love eating grandma’s cooking the most!”
Mu Qingyang responded hurriedly, then took the chopsticks handed to him by his grandmother with both hands.
The dishes my grandma cooks definitely won’t look as good as those in high-end restaurants in big cities, but the taste is impeccable.
Anyway, Mu Qingyang felt that the dishes in those big restaurants were not necessarily better than those made by his grandmother.
(End of this chapter)
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