Chapter 78: Childhood sweethearts novel comparison group 2
He Hao shook his trouser legs at the door, wiped his face, and pushed open the door with a heavy expression.
"You're back?" Li Hao called out to her husband, who was standing blankly at the door, "Come to the kitchen and help me serve the dishes."
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I thought I would be greeted by a quarrel between mother and daughter as soon as I entered the house, but the atmosphere in the house was surprisingly calm.
He took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair. He quietly approached his son who was doing his homework and asked, "Wenjie, did your mother and sister quarrel today?"
After thinking for a long time about the last question, He Wenjie still couldn't figure it out. He sighed and quickly put the homework into his schoolbag.
Glancing at his worried old father, he pursed his lips and said, "Dad, don't worry, everything seems normal now."
"Why don't you come in? Why are you pretending outside?" Hearing his wife's scolding, He Hao obediently went in to help.
Looking at the back of his wife-controlled father with sympathy, He Wenjie shook his head like a little adult. The next time the Chinese teacher assigns an essay, he will write "My Daddy Dad".
Thinking of this, he quickly cleaned the table and put the stools in order. He didn't want to hear his mother's angry roar.
Place stir-fried spinach, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and stewed crucian carp with tofu around the table, and finally put a bowl of winter melon and pork ribs soup in the center of the table, and dinner is ready.
Li Hao glanced at her husband who was about to sit down, and pouted towards the room: "Why don't you get your eldest daughter out?"
Seeing his father stand up obediently, He Wenjie ran to the kitchen cupboard and took the bowls for eating without his mother's instructions.
Thinking about his son's understanding, Li Hao felt that the anger in his chest had dissipated a little.
"Knock, knock, knock!" He Hao knocked on the lady's door, and only after receiving a positive response did he push the door open. Sigh, I don't know what's wrong with kids nowadays, they are rebellious at any time.
Facing the lady lying on the bed reading comics, he thought for a long time and finally said, "Yanzi, how are you feeling today? Does the wound still hurt?"
"It hurts, of course it hurts. Dad, you don't know, I'm dying of pain." Imitating what she remembered, He Yan pouted and acted coquettishly, her voice becoming a little softer.
He is helpless when his daughter acts coquettishly. Now she looks so sweet and well-behaved, but when she gets angry, she looks like she will poke the sky apart. I don't know who she looks like.
He Hao, who was worried, tried his best to serve as a crutch for the young lady. He decided to stay at home for a while and heal his injury.
The tofu soaked in the crucian carp soup was smooth and delicious, the fresh spinach was sweet and refreshing, and the scrambled eggs with tomatoes was also a delicious dish. He Yan ate without raising her head. It would be tears if she talked too much about the British cuisine she had eaten in her past life.
Seeing that the young lady had finished two bowls of rice, Li Hao held down her hand that was about to serve more rice, snatched the clean bowl, scooped a bowl of pork ribs and winter melon soup and handed it to her.
"How many days have you not eaten? Don't worry about food stagnation if you eat so much at once. Drink a bowl of soup first to fill up the space in your stomach. After that, you won't be hungry anymore."
Li Hao was finally relieved that her daughter didn't refute her. She took a few bites of her rice bowl and seemed to remember something. She turned to look at her husband who was eating quietly beside her and asked, "Lao He, have you discussed the compensation with that family today?"
He Hao paused while picking up the food, swallowed the rice in his mouth, and said slowly: "We have discussed it. The attitude of that family is also good. They agreed to compensate Yan Zi for the fracture and the cost of vaccination."
"Hmph, that's better." Li Hao picked up the rice and started eating again. She glanced at her daughter who was having difficulty eating with one hand across from her. She started to wonder in her heart why this girl didn't get angry today and didn't act like a demon at all.
Is it really true what the old saying goes, "Every failure is a learning experience"?
If I had known this would happen, I would have let this girl suffer a little earlier so that she would know the benefits of having a family.
He Wenjie looked left and right, and felt that the house was unusually quiet today, which made him feel uneasy. Could it be that his sister was planning something big?
I ate faster. I'd better be more transparent these days to avoid being noticed by my mother and becoming her punching bag.
Lying comfortably on the bed, He Yan looked around the small room with great interest.
Opposite the door was a single bed with a soft quilt that exuded the warmth of the sun. The walls were covered with various non-mainstream posters, which seemed to be a very popular combination at the moment.
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If it weren't for her original character, she really didn't want to be polluted by this weird aesthetic.
Turning away the eyes, there is a rusty window on the side of the bed, and in front of the window is a desk, which is filled with various stickers, decorative trinkets, some posters, comic books, novels and magazines, etc.
In short, this desk has everything you need except school books for study.
He Yan finally found the original owner's schoolbag through the gap between the desk and the wall.
I opened the zipper and took out a textbook, ready to see how far this kid has gotten.
As a result, this book is cleaner than her face.
Putting the textbook on the desk which had no serious books on it, she propped her chin up and looked at the lights outside the window which were gradually getting brighter.
In late spring, neighbors would gather in groups of two or three, bringing their kids and dogs for a walk, chatting about family matters under the big camphor tree downstairs.
Given the original owner's situation, if he wanted to be admired by others, he had to take up a respectable job.
teacher?
Doctor?
Civil servant?
Scientist?
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003 interrupted his host's unrealistic fantasy with a timely remark: "Host, the original owner did not have a new brain."
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What does it mean?
After being stunned for a few seconds, He Yan immediately picked up the Chinese textbook she had just read, flipped to a poem at random, and recited it silently several times. She cleared her throat:
"Saixia Qiu... What's Qiu?"
Unconvinced, she opened the book and read it aloud several times. Then she began to recite with confidence: "The scenery in the frontier is different in autumn, uh, ..."
There was silence.
003 watched the host get so angry that he argued with the poem "Autumn Thoughts from Fisherman's Pride" for 40 minutes before he finally memorized the poem.
"Look, I finally memorized it." A huge sense of accomplishment swept over He Yan's heart, and she raised the corners of her mouth proudly.
003 reluctantly transmitted the time it had just set to the host, and then saw the host's smile immediately froze on his face.
She tapped the desk with her still-movable left hand, her brain working rapidly. Well, it was just that this girl's brain was not suitable for studying. That was no big deal. She would always find a way that suited her.
After sorting out the original body's situation, she calmly asked the system: "003, are the cooking and painting skills I saved before still there?"
In her previous life, she used advanced painting techniques to cover up her original painting techniques.
"Yes, host." 003 was very satisfied with the host's calmness. "It's just that, although you know all those painting techniques, you are limited by your original brain and cannot display your original level."
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It's like flipping a table. What kind of brain does the original owner have? Is his intelligence level lagging behind that of humans? !
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