"Sister, give me another bottle of Fenjiu!"
Seeing that all the dishes were served, Comrade Lao Du asked the waiter for another bottle of white wine. It seemed that he was in a good mood today and planned to have a drink with Lao Ding in the evening.
When Ren Surong heard Lao Du ask for a drink, she rolled her eyes at him and said nothing. Lao Ding, on the other hand, looked at him with shining eyes, his smile growing even brighter. Jia Xiaomin also rolled her eyes at the useless Lao Ding. Both wives were already accustomed to their husbands' habit of wanting a drink whenever they went out.
After the dishes were served, everyone ate and chatted, and congratulated Du Bin and Ding Miaomiao for their good results.
"Old Ding, I have something to discuss with you!"
Seeing that Comrade Lao Du and Lao Ding had each drunk a glass of wine, Jia Xiaomin seized the opportunity and spoke to Lao Ding.
"Wife, tell me what's going on!"
Usually it was his wife who informed him about things, but when he heard his wife say that she had something to discuss with him, Lao Ding instantly felt that he was capable. Moreover, in front of Comrade Lao Du, Lao Ding felt that his vanity instantly exploded.
"Well, the principal will present certificates of merit to Du Bin and Miao Miao on Monday, and they'll both give speeches on the podium..."
"That's great! My daughter is amazing! Wife, do you need me to go to school? No problem, you came to me for such an obvious matter!"
Old Ding patted his chest, he already imagined what Jia Xiaomin wanted him to do.
Du Chen, standing by, raised an eyebrow. Old Ding hadn't drunk much today, so how come he was already feeling tipsy? Ding Miaomiao covered her forehead, signaling that she was losing her patience.
"You think too much, the teacher didn't invite us over!"
Jia Xiaomin looked at Lao Ding unhappily and said, her tone and expression full of shame and disgust.
"Ah? What's that?"
Old Ding was a little confused.
"Didn't I just tell you that Du Bin and Miao Miao will be on stage to speak? But you know, these two kids are so busy studying that they don't have time to write speeches. They don't even get enough sleep, so I thought you could write a speech for them!"
Jia Xiaomin finally revealed her true intentions and revealed her purpose.
"What? I'm writing to them? You're kidding!"
Old Ding no longer had the heroic spirit he had just now, and his voice became much lower.
"Are you kidding? I'm talking to you about serious matters. If you don't write, who will? Should we let the two children do fewer exercises or get less sleep?"
Jia Xiaomin questioned Lao Ding in a bad tone.
"No, wife, that's not what I meant!"
"What do you mean?!"
"That...that's not important anyway. The two kids can just go up and say a few words!"
Old Ding, who was quick-witted, came up with a bad idea. Sure enough, when Jia Xiaomin heard what Old Ding said, she glared at him and said to him angrily.
"Old Ding, what do you mean by this? If you're not ashamed, then I am! What have you done for Miaomiao since she was little? Now I ask you to help her write a speech and you're not happy about it? The child has achieved such excellent results, ranking first in the province! Now I can ask you to help but you refuse, Old Ding, tell me what you mean? Old Dutong and Sister Ren have done so much for their children. I've stepped back for my children, and even Chenchen helped buy materials for his brothers and sisters. What about you?"
Du Chen looked at Jia Xiaomin and kept praising her in his heart. Jia Xiaomin's acting skills were just right. In order to make Lao Ding fall in love with her, she grasped the tone of every expression and every word just right.
Comrade Lao Du knows his own business. He lowered his head and looked at the plate without saying a word. He knows his own worth and it would be not worth it if he got into trouble.
Old Ding, who was confused, looked at his angry wife. He felt his legs go weak and spoke to Jia Xiaomin with a flattering look on his face.
"Wife, that's not what I meant. The main reason is that I don't know how to write it! And I've never written anything like this before. If you ask me to write it, I'll just embarrass the kids!"
"Who are you kidding? You don't write reports when you report to your boss? You don't speak in meetings with your subordinates? You say you can't write a speech, do you think I will believe you?"
Jia Xiaomin directly repeated Du Chen's words.
"Wife, I'm wronged! I admit what you said, but that unit has a dedicated writer! Normally, our speeches are written by others. How could I have that ability? Even if I had that ability, I wouldn't be on the front line at the time!"
Old Ding complained to Jia Xiaomin. He couldn't understand who gave his wife and the others the illusion that they could write articles.
"Is this true?"
Jia Xiaomin was also stunned. This was different from what they expected.
"What should we do then?"
Jia Xiaomin asked Lao Ding stupidly.
Old Ding looked around and his eyes lit up when he saw Du Chen.
When Du Chen saw Lao Ding looking at him, he felt his anus tighten and instantly felt that something was going to happen.
"Well, we have Chenchen. Isn't writing his forte? Let Chenchen write!"
Sure enough, Lao Ding directly put the blame on Du Chen.
"Uncle Ding, I'm too busy every day and don't have time. I also have to study every day..."
"Just forget it, Chenchen. Everyone knows you. You've already mastered the little knowledge you learned in junior high school, right? So you're so busy, and you still have time to go look for that Li Dewen at night? Or do you even go to the library to read all day on Sundays?"
Before Du Chen could finish speaking, Lao Ding interrupted him.
After Lao Ding finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Du Chen, wanting to see how Du Chen would respond.
"Brother, Sister Miaomiao, can't you take some time on Sunday to write it out?"
Du Chen spoke weakly to Du Bin and Jia Xiaomin.
"Second brother, I think you should do it. You write quickly, so it won't take long for you to finish. Wouldn't it be better if your brother and your sister Miaomiao could do a few more questions or take a rest?"
Comrade Lao Du pondered for a long time, and said to Du Chen in a low voice, "Children are meant to be cheated. If Du Chen and the other three don't write it, it's not certain who will do it later. It's better to let Du Chen take it over now."
"Dad, let's discuss this further..."
Du Chen made his final struggle.
"Okay, okay, second brother, it's settled. Just like your uncle Ding said, you normally have time to go out, but you don't have time to write a manuscript?"
Comrade Lao Du said this without question, then picked up his glass and continued to clink glasses with Lao Ding beside him.
Du Chen felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He looked up and around. His father and Lao Ding were drinking, his mother was chatting with Jia Xiaomin, and Du Bin and Ding Miaomiao were whispering. He was the only one left alone with no one paying attention to him.
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