"Mom! My brother made it into the top ten!"
Liu Meiyu was making chicken wings in the kitchen when her eldest son rushed in with his schoolbag on his back, excitedly waving the report card that had just been handed out in front of her.
"Really? Let me see."
Liu Meiyu turned off the fire, took the report card and saw that the second and third students' scores had really improved by leaps and bounds.
Lu Xiaobao ranked ninth, Lu Erbao barely ranked tenth, and Dabao always ranked first.
For the TV, the three brothers have studied very hard in the past few months. The second and third brothers study very hard, while the eldest brother teaches very hard.
"Well, that's good. You deserve half of the credit for the achievement."
Liu Meiyun rubbed her eldest son's head, rewarded him with a piece of chicken wing, and asked, "Where are your brothers?"
"I'm with my dad in the back. I think he's going to buy ice cream." Dabao's eyes lit up as he ate chicken wings. "Mom, why are these chicken wings sweet? Did you add sugar?"
"It doesn't taste good if it contains soda instead of sugar?" Liu Meiyu asked back.
On her way home today, she stopped by a department store and saw the newly launched Coke on the shelf. She thought of buying a few bottles for the children and making a dish of Coke chicken wings.
"It's really delicious! I like it!" Dabao nodded his head like a little chicken pecking at rice, and the expression on his face was full of praise.
It's true that few children can resist the temptation of cola chicken wings.
The eldest son, who is usually the calmest of the three brothers, was happily chewing on a chicken wing. His long eyelashes fluttered like little fans, and his dark eyes were extremely beautiful.
"Eat a few more quickly before your father and brother come back, and leave two for each of them."
"Hmm!" Dabao reached into the pot and grabbed another one. He ate the meat in his mouth. Although he enjoyed his mother's occasional "little preference" for him, he still reminded her: "Mom, when are we going to buy a TV?"
"Didn't your TV series finish airing a long time ago? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Liu Meiyu had just brushed away the sweaty hair on her eldest son's forehead when she heard the noises of the second and third sons coming from the door.
"Mom! What are you and big brother eating!"
As soon as the little son opened the door, the dog sniffed and then looked over with sharp eyes.
"What can you eat? I'm not here to cook for you!" Liu Meiyu started busying herself in the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
Xiaobao threw his schoolbag on the sofa and went to the kitchen to find out what was going on. He saw some sweet and greasy chicken wings in the pot and reached out to grab them.
"Wash your hands first!" Liu Meiyun waved a spatula and said, "Why are you so impatient? We're going to have dinner soon. Go next door and call your grandfather back!"
Lu Xiaobao muttered: "Didn't my elder brother eat it too?"
“I washed my hands!”
"Yes, your brother is very particular about it!"
"Then I'll wash now!" Lu Xiaobao's mouth was watering at the smell. Just as he was about to walk towards the wash basin, he felt a pain in his ear.
"Didn't you listen to what your mother said? Go and ask Grandpa to come home for dinner! Otherwise, you won't have dinner."
Lu Changzheng sneaked into the kitchen, pinched his youngest son's ears, and used the little authority left as an old father to scare him away.
"You are not allowed to steal any food. Leave two for me!" Lu Xiaobao looked worried.
Lu Changzheng pretended not to hear, washed his hands, and stared at the pot. The meaning was self-evident.
"Did you add brown sugar? It's sweet and delicious."
The man quickly finished one, even sucking the juice off the bone before throwing it away. He was about to grab the second one, but Liu Meiyu ruthlessly shoveled it away, "What kind of people are you and your son? Can you wait for me to serve it to the table? Grandpa and the others haven't eaten yet."
"I'll have another one." Lu Changzheng said indifferently: "There are still so many in the pot."
“…”
Although I usually don’t like sweets, today I really like the cola chicken wings made by Liu Meiyu. Liu Meiyu protected the pot and refused to let anyone have a third one.
Eat more. It won’t be enough later.
"Why hasn't Erbao come in yet? He's been arguing with someone at the door for quite some time."
Today is the primary school holiday. The three brothers finally got such good grades that they can ask her to buy a TV. However, it seems that Dabao is the most anxious.
"Mom, I know, it's Tiantian!"
Dabao answered quickly: "Tiantian is going to the Children's Palace to learn dancing during the summer vacation, and she wants to ask Lu Erbao to go with her."
"What kind of dance are you learning?" Liu Meiyu asked casually, thinking it was the national standard dance that required a partner.
Political Commissar Zhou's daughter-in-law is from an art troupe, so it's not surprising that they want to cultivate their children's artistic talents.
"It seems to be called something like ballet, I've never seen it before." Lu Dabao was chewing on a chicken wing, not noticing that his mother's expression stiffened for a moment, and continued, "She also approached Xiaobao and me, but we didn't agree."
"Did Erbao agree?" Liu Meiyu asked quickly.
"I don't know," Dabao shook his head and pointed towards the door: "Isn't Tiantian trying to persuade me right now?"
“…”
Whenever she thought of the image of her three sons dancing like little swans in dance skirts, Liu Meiyun felt as if her brain was lacking oxygen.
The three kids in her family have no talent at all in singing or dancing, but they are all confident and like to try new things. They are what we call "newbies" but they love to play.
It's fine if he just tortures himself by singing in the bath at home, but if he wants to challenge such a difficult dance art, she... doesn't really want to see it.
So during dinner, she couldn't wait to ask her second son: "Erbao, Tiantian just asked you to learn dancing, did you agree?"
"No." Lu Erbao shook his head decisively: "Isn't that a dance for girls? And you have to wear a skirt. I won't go."
Liu Meiyun patted her chest, feeling relieved, but she saw her second son quickly clean up the rice in the bowl and pack the remaining two chicken wings into a paper bag: "Mom, I'm full and I'm going out to play."
"Wait." Liu Meiyu stopped him and said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you putting food in your pocket when you can't finish it?"
"Yes, explain it to your mother." Lu Changzheng gloated beside him.
He hasn't finished the plate of cola chicken wings yet, and it was gone within a few minutes of being put on the table. This kid didn't know how to respect his father by not eating it himself, but instead put it in his pocket and took it away. He is really something.
"Mom, I'm going to be hungry later."
Lu Erbao struggled to get away with it, but Lu Xiaobao didn't give him the chance.
"Mom, my second brother must have brought it for Tiantian."
“…”
"Why don't you just become the son of Political Commissar Zhou?"
Lu Changzheng, who had been waiting for his son's filial piety for a long time, chewed the vegetable stalks until they crunched.
Liu Meiyun was also speechless, "Ren Tiantian's family has plenty of meat to eat now, if you don't want to eat, go wash your own bowl."
"Mom~" Lu Erbao hugged Liu Meiyun's arm and shook it vigorously, "I didn't agree to accompany Tiantian to the Children's Palace just now. She is angry with me. I have to go and comfort her."
“…”
Looking at her second son who had already run out in a puff of smoke, Liu Meiyu, as an old mother, felt a little sad.
"Why isn't the fan turning again? Changzheng, go and take a look."
Mr. Lu was fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, sweating profusely from the heat, and had no appetite for rice.
"Dad, let me get you the screwdriver."
Dabao squatted in front of Lu Changzheng holding a toolbox with an attentive look on his face, joining in the fun.
Lu Changzheng quickly fixed the fan and turned to see his eldest son still squatting in front of the fan: "Put your things back quickly and don't stand so close to it. It will give you a headache."
"Oh" Lu Dabao waved his hand, looking nonchalant.
At night, when Lu Changzheng and his wife were about to go to bed, the old man knocked on the door and said, "Changzheng, I don't know how the antenna of my radio broke. It doesn't make any sound. Can you see if you can fix it tomorrow? If not, buy me a new one."
Listening to the radio is one of my grandfather's hobbies, but he has been busy with other things in recent days and hasn't listened to it much. Today, when he took it out, he discovered that the antenna was inexplicably broken, even though he clearly didn't drop or smash it.
"Okay, I'll check it out tomorrow morning."
Lu Changzheng agreed readily.
"Why do electrical appliances break down so quickly at home recently?" Liu Meiyun wiped her face and said casually, "Mother Wu also said two days ago that her flashlight didn't work anymore. Didn't she just buy it?"
"I don't know. It's summer, and if you use it too much, it will go bad quickly."
Lu Changzheng responded absentmindedly. He quickly cleaned himself up and jumped into bed, waiting anxiously for his wife to go to bed!
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