Mother Zhou glared at Father Zhou. "All you do is talk about food. Your child is in tutoring. Do you think she can get a perfect score without working hard? Are those two certificates on the wall easy to get? Your child comes home late because she works hard, and you criticize her instead of praising her."
Seeing his father open his mouth to speak, Zhou Xiang quickly said, "Mom and Dad, I came home late today because Principal Li found a college student to tutor me. I studied a little longer. I'll have lunch at Principal Li's house tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so you don't have to wait for me."
When Mr. Zhou heard that college students were taking extra classes, he wondered what his daughter was learning?
"Primary school students need extra lessons from college students?"
"I've learned junior high school knowledge, and I have college students helping me with my homework. When I get to junior high school, I can bring you a certificate of honor, which will earn you a lot of respect."
After hearing this, Zhou's father felt relieved. His daughter understood him and had been doing everything to honor him recently.
When Zhou's mother heard that they were going to the principal's house for dinner, she asked worriedly, "Is it convenient?"
"I went there this morning to buy groceries. I've caused trouble for your daughter, and they even found me a good teacher. How could I be so shameless as to go and eat empty-handed?"
Zhou's mother was relieved, because her daughter had money in her hands and could not go empty-handed.
In the afternoon, after closing the door, Zhou Xiang went straight into the space to review the knowledge learned in the morning, then took out the book and did exercises to consolidate his knowledge.
Write down what you don’t understand in another notebook and bring it to Teacher Wang tomorrow.
Pick out ten eggs, wrap them in newspaper, and take them to cook tomorrow.
In one afternoon, which was two days in the space, Zhou wanted to fully understand everything he had learned in the morning before leaving the space.
"Think about it, come and see if this thing I made works?"
When Zhou Xiang heard his mother calling him, he went to the main room to see the lining of the down jacket she was making.
"The gap between these two lines is a bit wide. It's easy to stuff the down in, but it all falls to the bottom after washing it wet. Add another one between these two lines and I'll fill it with down."
Zhou's mother thought her daughter was right, so she mended the lines on the back piece and gave it to her daughter.
Zhou Xiang put on a mask, used chopsticks to pick up down feathers and poured them in, counting how many chopsticks he picked up in each row, and picking up the same amount.
Press the mouth and pat it gently. When each row is almost done, give it to mom to sew.
They took the front piece and started stuffing it in. The mother and daughter worked together and soon the lining of the down jacket was made.
Zhou's father came back just in time, and Zhou wanted to call his father to try whether the room was warm enough.
Father Zhou tried it on and found it felt weightless and fit him well. It made him feel comfortable even after taking off his cotton-padded jacket. No wonder his daughter wore such thin clothes every day!
Zhou's father took off his down jacket and went to cook happily. Zhou Xiang smiled secretly to his mother.
"Mom, I guess there's only 400 grams of down. There's still a lot left, enough for you and Dad to make pants."
"Well, I brought back a lot of this acrylic fabric and made it all to use up all the down this time."
"That down weighs two pounds and eight ounces. If you make a pair of pants, you'll probably have one and a half pounds left. Make a down jacket for grandma first, and use the rest to make a down jacket each for my third brother and second sister.
When school starts, the students will collect the duck feathers and make them for my eldest brother and grandfather. There will definitely be a lot left later. The duck feathers of the student who makes the braised food will never break.
Zhou's mother nodded. Her daughter had made a good arrangement. Otherwise, during the Chinese New Year, if people found out that the three of them had comfortable down jackets to wear while she didn't, she would definitely complain about it.
In addition, my cousin's wife likes to stir up trouble, so even if there is nothing wrong, something will happen.
During dinner, Zhou Xiang specifically said to his father, "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, my mother will be making clothes, and I have to go to cram school. I'll have to trouble Dad to prepare the meals for the next two days."
Zhou's father wanted to refute, but Zhou Xiang said, "Then wash the things you bought and hang them up. After a few days, we can all work together to process them."
Father Zhou thought that the 28th was the day after tomorrow, so it would be a good time to stew the food. So he nodded and said, "Okay, let's let it air dry for two days, and then we can stew it on both stoves the day after tomorrow."
Only after I take care of my dad can I and my mom do our own things with peace of mind.
Before entering the space to study at night, soak the kelp. Before going to bed, leave the space, scoop the noodles into a large ceramic basin, bring water into the space, knead the noodles, and stay awake.
The next day, Zhou Xiang got up early, took out a large ceramic basin, and kneaded two eggs into the dough to let it rise.
Peel potatoes, cut kelp, make cold kelp salad, and stir-fry potato shreds.
Roll out the noodles, sprinkle salt, pour oil, fold, cut, stack, roll, roll, and put them in the stove to bake. The stove is big enough and the pancakes are big enough too.
I fried five pieces, left one piece, and wrapped four pieces with a cloth. I put the dishes in a large porcelain bowl and put it in a steel pot. I put the steel pot in a small basket. It was perfect.
When Ling Ran arrived, Zhou's father had just returned from work. The Chinese New Year was still a few days away, and pigs were slaughtered every day.
Looking at the steel pot stuffed in the basket, he asked, "What's this for?"
"I'll bring breakfast over. The breakfast at home is warming in the pot! Ling Ran and I will leave first."
After saying that, he asked Ling Ran to carry the basket, and he carried another small basket with only ten eggs in it and walked away quickly.
"Why are you leaving in such a hurry?"
"I'm afraid my dad will nag me. He doesn't like us sharing our food with others, so I absolutely cannot let him know about Zuo Heng's situation."
"But, I see Uncle Zhou often brings people back for dinner! Doesn't he share the food too?"
"Only the governor is allowed to set fire, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps. He can be kind to his friends, but we cannot."
Ling Ran shook his head. He really didn't realize that Uncle Zhou was such a person.
The two men quickened their pace and went to the street to buy five pounds of pork, a pound of pork liver, cabbage, and a thousand bean cakes.
Ling Ran grabbed Zhou Xiang, who was unstoppable in his shopping, and said, "Let's go. The breakfast is getting cold."
Zhou wanted to see if there was enough food before he and Ling Ran left the market.
When I arrived at the town gate, I turned left and entered the family area. Before I reached Principal Li’s house, I saw Principal Li.
It turned out that his wife Zhang Youling wanted to make breakfast, and he didn't believe that the little girl could get up so early to cook and bring it over.
So he came out to check, and if he couldn't meet the girl at the door, he would go back to cook.
Seeing the thin girl carrying a basket, he quickly took it.
When they arrived at Principal Li's door, he called out, "Principal Zhang, guests are here."
Zhou Xiang lowered his head and smiled secretly. Is this a greeting between husband and wife?
Zhang Youling came out of the kitchen and said to Principal Li in a stern voice, "You've been so dishonest all day long, and you're blaming your son for being disobedient. You've just let things go."
Principal Li put down the basket and clasped his hands together, "Please be kind and give me some face."
Zhou Xiang chuckled and looked at Zhang Youling and said, "Hello, Principal Zhang! I'm Zhou Xiang."
She was in her forties, about 1.6 meters tall, with fair skin. Even her bulky cotton-padded clothes couldn't hide her slender figure. Her pretty face was filled with smiles. "Great! Great! You must be Zhou Xiang! I know this name like thunder. My old Li! I always praise him when I think of him. It makes me very curious about you."
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