Old Chen looked at his apprentice, then at Old Lady Xia. That shouldn’t be the case. It shouldn’t be the case.
"You...why are you here?" Old Chen was startled.
Old Mrs. Xia raised her chin towards the outside and asked him to come out.
Old Chen pretended not to see it and immediately lowered his head, "You...you should go back first. I have something to do here. I'm busy."
Afraid that she wouldn't believe him, he added, "I'm teaching him right now at the critical moment. I'll be back soon, really."
Old Lady Xia yelled, pointing at him, "Are you going to come out or not?"
Old Chen is now in a relatively marginal workshop, not a core workshop, so Old Lady Xia can actually go in and catch him directly.
However, under normal circumstances, she didn't want to go in to avoid being gossiped about.
Old Chen shuddered and shut his mouth tightly. He absolutely couldn't go out, or he would be beaten to death.
The young disciple didn't notice that there was any problem between them, but he could tell from Mrs. Xia's roar that she was angry.
Afraid that his master would be scolded for teaching him, the young apprentice put down what he was holding and said considerately, "Master, you can go back with the master's wife today. I can figure it out on my own. You don't have to worry about me."
As he said that, he pushed his master towards the workshop door.
Damn it, how could this disciple be so bad at reading people’s expressions? He wasn’t pushing him home, he was pushing him out to die.
Old Chen felt bitter in his heart and mouth. No, he didn't want to go out!
"Let me teach you the next step." Old Chen turned around and came out of his apprentice's hands and walked towards the machine again.
The young disciple grabbed him and shook his head: "No, Master, there is no rush. You are already very tired today. It is so late now. You should go back first."
The young disciple placed the hand of his most respected master into that of Old Lady Xia, "Master's wife, it's all my fault for being so stupid that Master has been teaching me for so long. Please take Master back with you."
Old Lady Xia nodded and said, "You should go back first. It's the same thing if you go home and think about it. Don't damage your stomach at such a young age."
The young apprentice smiled and said yes, then went out with his bag on his back.
Old Chen stared at his hand, which was still wearing dirty gloves and was being held tightly by Old Lady Xia. He wanted to call out to his young disciple. At this moment, the young disciple was his amulet. If he was there, Old Lady Xia would not hit him too hard.
Unfortunately, under the cold gaze of Old Lady Xia, he did not shout out loud. He even smiled at the little apprentice when he turned around and waved goodbye to him.
"Old woman, why...why are you here?" Old Chen asked in a low voice, his attitude very humble. "I was busy and forgot to send a message back. It's not that I didn't go home on purpose."
"Busy?" Old Mrs. Xia asked back.
Old Chen said seriously, "Yes, I am busy. Our workshop has been very busy recently. I am also teaching an apprentice, so I have to teach him carefully."
"I don't think you're very busy. I just saw you didn't teach him anything useful, just nonsense." Old Lady Xia sneered, "Do you think I don't know that you just don't want to go home and face the mess you left this morning, so you're preventing your poor little apprentice from going home for dinner."
Old Chen immediately felt as if he had suffered a great injustice. "How could I be such a person? You don't understand the technology of our machinery factory. You can't talk nonsense."
"Besides, I'm not good at the housework you women do. How could I know how to do it? Cooking that meal this morning was the death of me. I didn't want the kitchen to be in that state."
Old Chen argued earnestly, hoping that Old Lady Xia would believe him.
As for what he was thinking, no one knew.
Old Lady Xia suddenly attacked, twisting his ear and beginning to curse, "Do you think I still believe your nonsense? Just now, your apprentice was here and I wanted to save you some face. Now that no one is around, you're still spouting nonsense to me. With such talent, why don't you submit your article to the newspaper?"
"I've been with you for so many years, how could I not know the little tricks in your mind? How could you keep the house in order when my second brother and I went to the countryside? When I came back and asked you to cook, you made porridge and even flooded the kitchen."
"Old Chen, do you think I'm a fool? You're still teaching an apprentice. How can someone like you teach an apprentice? Don't lead these good guys astray."
Old Chen saved his ears from Old Lady Xia's hands. Damn, they were all red and he could feel the burning sensation.
"What do you mean by bad influence? Don't say such harsh words. I'm dedicated to the factory and my work. How can I have time to cook for my family? Don't be so unreasonable."
Old Chen was furious. This old woman was being so unreasonable. He had to save face. This was his workplace. If someone saw him, would he still be able to behave like a human being?
He had always given in to her before, and it was not convenient for him to fight with an old woman like her. Otherwise, how could he not be defeated by a woman?
Could it be that my constant tolerance has allowed this old woman to become more and more demanding?
This won't do. He had been able to hold her tightly in his hands for decades, but he can't let her control him now.
"Old woman, I'm a good man after all. I never go out to have affairs, and now I give all my money to you. I come home as soon as I get off work, and sometimes I even help you. Look around the compound near us, are there any men so obedient?"
"You're constantly hitting and scolding me. What exactly are you dissatisfied with? I admit that I had sympathy for Widow Huang before, but I never had any ties with her. I've changed now. Forget about supporting him. The money you gave me isn't even enough for me to live on for a month. Are you still worried?"
"You're still asking me to do housework. I mean, which man cooks and washes clothes? I'm a technician at the factory. If I tell anyone, people will laugh at me behind my back for not being a man. Are you asking me to quit my job and cook for you all at home? That way you'll save face?"
"Even our factory director's wife is a strong woman. Doesn't she have to cook and wash clothes for the factory director when she gets home? Are you more patient than the factory director's wife?"
He broke free from Old Lady Xia, straightened his clothes, and prepared to leave with his head held high.
Let the old lady think about it herself. What he said was quite skillful and enough for her to ponder.
I don’t know when it started, but Old Mrs. Xia has developed a strange ability. For example, when Old Chen starts to talk for a long time, her brain automatically blocks out his words and starts to daydream.
Just now, she was in this state.
So, no matter how nice Old Chen's thoughts were, Old Mrs. Xia didn't listen to a word of them.
Seeing that he acted as if nothing had happened and was even feeling proud, Old Lady Xia's familiar slap hit his hateful face.
It so happened that a colleague from the factory passed by and saw with his own eyes that the highly respected eighth-level technician was slapped hard by his wife.
He and Old Chen looked at each other, feeling extremely embarrassed.
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