Chapter 107 Remember your name, Fu Haochen For

dinner, Su Taotao made a dish of pickled fish and a loofah soup.

Fu Zhengtu picked out the meat from the belly of the fish bit by bit and gave it to Chenchen to eat, while he ate the head, tail and the part with more bones.

In the past, Su Taotao thought that even if she followed Fu Zhengtu to the base, she would still live a widowed marriage life, working and raising children by herself.

In fact, as long as Fu Zhengtu was at home, Chenchen almost didn't need her to take care of him. Eating, dressing, bathing, education... all were taken care of by Fu Zhengtu.

In the eyes of outsiders, he might be a serious and strict father, but he put enough patience on his children, so Chenchen was also very close to him, willing to play with his father, and willing to talk to his father about anything.

Of course, Fu Yuanhang also took good care of Chen Chen, and the little boy and his uncle were "good friends" who could talk about anything.

Chen Chen became more and more cheerful and happy, always smiling, white and chubby, and he looked like a child who grew up in love.

Fu Zhengtu did all the heavy work at home, including washing clothes and sheets. He also did all the work that could be seen.

Other detailed work, such as sweeping the floor, cleaning, feeding Baibai, washing dishes, and wiping the table, were all taken care of by Fu Yuanhang.

It can be said that except for buying groceries and cooking, Su Taotao basically had no turn to do anything else.

Cooking depended on her mood. If she wanted to, she would do it, and if she didn't want to, she would eat in the cafeteria.

They had no objection to eating in the cafeteria.

But as long as she cooks, no matter what she cooks, the three gentlemen in the family are very supportive and eat everything. The two brothers ate up the big plate of pickled cabbage and mixed fish without leaving any soup.

Su Taotao felt happy just watching them eat, and she also felt a sense of accomplishment.

These days, Fu Zhengtu has been like an ant moving house, moving a little bit of things home every day. Finally, enough materials for the oven have been collected, and the man who is too busy to sit down starts working after dinner.

Whenever Su Taotao wanted to help, he would take her aside and sit her down: "It's dirty, sit further away."

Su Taotao: "..."

But Fu Yuanhang washed the dishes and went over to help, and he didn't care when Chenchen brought Baibai over to make trouble.

Only Su Taotao lazily slouched on a chair like a supervisor, occasionally swinging a large palm fan to scare away mosquitoes.

Okay, she really didn't want to get herself dirty.

Fu Zhengtu put a few large stones underneath, then dissolved cement with water, partly mixed with sand to make concrete, and built it on the stones to make the "base" of the entire oven.

Leave a good position for the smoke outlet and the "door", insert the chimney, and then use bricks and cement to build the upper and lower layers, separated by an iron mesh in the middle. If you burn fire below, you can directly roast the food above, or use charcoal to heat the entire box and close the "door" to "roast" the food.

It was the first time for Chenchen to participate in such a "large-scale" manual labor. He had a lot of fun mixing cement and laying bricks with his uncle using the small shovel his father gave him.

After building the box, Fu Zhengtu added a layer of heat-insulating film around it, smoothed it with cement, and finally glued the shells.

The child loved it the most. He picked up all kinds of shells he liked and wanted to stick them on it. He was not tall enough, so he cleverly moved his small stool to step on it.

Su Taotao walked over: "Chenchen, didn't you want to ask your father why he wrote his name on your car?"

Fu Zhengtu looked at Su Taotao, wondering why she brought this up.

Chenchen was having so much fun that he actually forgot about it. After his mother reminded him, he widened his eyes and asked his father: "Dad, why is that? That's Chenchen's car."

Fu Zhengtu: "..."

"Because people outside only know Dad's name, not Chenchen."

Su Taotao: "..." Mr. Fu, can you consider your son's feelings and not be so straightforward?

Chenchen pouted and looked unhappy: "I see it every day, why don't you recognize me?"

There are so many people staring at him every day.

Su Taotao smiled, squatted down, and held the child's little fleshy hand:

"Chenchen, let's pick some shells of about the same size and put Chenchen's name on the oven, shall we?"

The child's big eyes lit up, and his little head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Hmmmmmm~"

Su Taotao: "Come on, Chenchen, help mom count, let's take a look. Let’s see how many shells are needed to paste Chenchen’s name, and then put every ten in a row, okay?”

Chenchen stretched out his two little fleshy hands and pushed forward with a smile: “Ten~~”

Su Taotao: “Yes, Chenchen’s two slaps are ten, and he helped his mother count the twenty-eight steps today, right?”

"Hmm~~" Chenchen nodded heavily.

Su Taotao: "The three characters of Fu Haochen have a total of thirty strokes. How about we count thirty shells first?"

"Yeah~~" Chenchen nodded heavily again.

Su Taotao: "Then if we divide the shells into the same size as Chenchen's palms, and put ten in a row, how many rows do we need for thirty?"

"Three~~" Chenchen blurted out.

Su Taotao: "Okay, then Chenchen will help mom find thirty shells of similar size and arrange them in three rows."

Chenchen jumped to find shells: "So tiring, mom~~"

The bag of shells of various sizes that Fu Zhengtu brought back may have more than a hundred of them, and they were originally intended to be used as "exterior wall tiles" to stick on the surface of the oven.

The method Su Taotao came up with is more unique and can also teach Chenchen how to count.

Chenchen arranged the shells he found neatly into three rows. After counting them one by one, he compared his two little palms three times and told Su Taotao: "Mom~30~"

Su Taotao touched the child's head: "Chenchen is really smart, yes, there are thirty here, what about forty?" Chenchen

thought for a while, and arranged another row. After arranging them, he compared his two little fleshy palms four times: "Su (four) ten~"

Su Taotao smiled and said: "Smart, Chenchen, have you found the pattern? Next, fifty will be five rows, sixty will be six rows, and so on." Su Taotao

pointed to the first one in the first row: "This is 1, right? The first one in the second row after 1 is 11, the first one in the third row is 21, and the first one in the fourth row is 31.

The same is true for 2, followed by 12, 22, 32, and so on. All numbers within 100 follow this rule. "

Su Taotao paused to observe the child's reaction, and then said: "Mummy, what I'm saying now may be too complicated for Chenchen. It doesn't matter if Chenchen can't remember it. Next time when you help Mommy count, you can remember it by thinking about it."

Su Taotao, who has never raised a child, knows that teaching a two-year-old child these things is too much beyond the scope.

But Chenchen is not an ordinary child. He stared at the shells very seriously, and after a while he said to her: "Mummy, I remember it~~"

Then the child counted from 1 to 40 facing the four rows of shells .

Su Taotao: "..."

If Su Taotao taught him to count the stairs from 1 to 28 in the morning by rote, then now Chenchen really knows the pattern and remembers it.

Su Taotao looked at Fu Zhengtu, wondering if her son was too smart.

Fu Zhengtu gave her a reassuring look.

Then he took Chenchen and Fu Yuanhang to stick the shells one by one. They used nearly sixty shells of different sizes to stick the three characters "Fu Haochen".

Fu Zhengtu wore a tank top, revealing the superior muscle lines of his arms and back. His whole body, including his handsome face, was covered with cement. Unlike his usual gentlemanly appearance, he had a bit more of the roughness and sexiness of a field soldier.

But he spoke to Chenchen in a very gentle voice: "Remember your name, Fu Haochen."

"Wow~~" Chenchen clapped his hands, "So beautiful~~"

Fu Zhengtu added: "We are a family, it doesn't matter whose name is written, you are not allowed to be unhappy."

Chenchen understood that his father was talking about the car, he nodded with his eyes squinted: "I know~~Dad~~"

Fu Zhengtu looked at Su Taotao.

Su Taotao smiled and looked back.

Finally, Fu Yuanhang also pasted a few flowery patterns on the other side, and pasted a circle of large shells along the outer circumference of the oven, and added some small stars and hearts and other patterns in the middle, and finally completed a very unique and unique oven.