But thinking about it, it makes sense.
That kid doesn't seem very bright, so it's understandable that he would do something like that.
Aunt Zhang muttered to herself.
"There's no mistake. I just went to check, and it really is Xiao Wang. I even held him when he was one year old. I can't be wrong," the old lady said.
"Do you know why that child is like this?"
"I'm not sure. I asked him what happened, but the kid just wouldn't say."
"I guess he was bullied outside."
Aunt Zhang said in a dramatic tone, "Oh, I've watched that kid grow up since he was a child. I never imagined he would turn out like this."
What she was really thinking was: Serves you right for making fun of my Xiaoyi last time!
The two gossiped for a while longer.
Pan Ziyi, who was sitting next to me, was a boarding student and rarely went home, so she knew very little about what was happening in the village.
But this time, by listening to his mother and the old lady chatting, he gained a grasp of 80% of the information about the village.
For example: Wang's wife ran away with someone else, Jiang's daughter-in-law is about to give birth, and who did Old Shen's daughter marry, etc.
There's nothing they won't chat about, only things you can't even imagine.
After chatting for more than half an hour, the old lady became more and more enthusiastic, as if she wanted to dig out and tell all the things that happened more than ten years ago.
only.
By now, many people have finished lunch, which is when desserts sell very well.
The old lady didn't want to delay Aunt Zhang's business, so she waved goodbye and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, Aunt Zhang thoughtfully gave her a bowl of sweet soup.
The old lady was overjoyed to see this, and she left with the sweet soup, grinning from ear to ear.
The news of Wang Yang jumping around the mountain like a frog quickly reached Lao Wang's ears.
Right now, he's playing cards with some fellow villagers.
He didn't believe it at first when he heard about it.
"Sister Wang, you must be joking. My son is the head chef in Xiangcheng, with seven or eight apprentices under him. He earns eight or ten thousand a month. Why would he do something so shameful?"
Old Wang had a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes fixed intently on the cards in his hand.
Three years ago, Wang Yang failed to get into high school, and Lao Wang beat him up with a long stick.
Later, when he went to work in Xiangcheng, Lao Wang didn't say a word of concern and kept comparing him to people from other top high schools.
At first, Lao Wang disagreed with Wang Yang's decision to learn to be a chef, feeling that dealing with cooking fumes every day was not respectable.
But after Wang Yang became the head chef, his attitude changed completely.
He would boast about his son to everyone he met.
“I’m serious, you can go and see for yourself if you don’t believe me,” Aunt Wang said.
Old Wang: "Hey, I only have one card left, call it a day."
"Hey! I won!!!"
"Give me the money, give me the money."
Aunt Wang meant well when she reminded him.
Who knows?
They were completely ignored!
Seeing this, Aunt Wang shook her head helplessly and walked out of the chess and card room.
......
Wang Yang grew up in Xiaolong Village and everyone in the neighborhood knew him. Soon, the news spread throughout the village.
Now.
Old Wang, who was always very concerned about his image, couldn't keep his composure.
"You brat!!!"
As soon as Wang Yang got home, Lao Wang chased after him with a feather duster.
Wang Yang was already sore all over after doing frog jumps, so he could only endure the muscle soreness and run outside.
"Dad, please, please stop hitting him!"
"Grandpa, please stop hitting him!"
Wang Yang's mother was startled by the situation and quickly put down what she was doing to run over and mediate the fight.
The first ten minutes.
Old Wang won money at the card room and kept praising his son to his fellow card players, saying how promising and amazing he was at such a young age.
It was also a coincidence.
His children at the table were all doing poorly, so they could only listen silently.
The card players were incredibly frustrated.
One of the card players got impatient and started scrolling through his phone.
Sudden.
He saw the video of Wang Yang doing frog jumps in the Xiaolong Village group chat, and as soon as he clicked on it, he heard him shout, "I'm a piece of trash!"
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.
All attention shifted to the card player's phone.
Old Wang frowned upon hearing this, because the voice sounded too much like his son's.
In a short time.
An ominous premonition spread throughout his body.
With a nervous heart, he peeked out and glanced at his card-playing friend's phone.
Emma!
That good-for-nothing son of mine.
Right now.
Looking at his silly frog son in the video, and recalling his confident demeanor when praising his son earlier, Lao Wang couldn't help but laugh.
After watching the video, the card players all looked at him.
One of the card players said with a smile:
"Old Wang, so this is your chef son? He doesn't look any better than my son who works in the electronics factory."
"He looks a little silly."
In an instant.
The scene of filling the cups suddenly turned into a public execution site.
It was incredibly embarrassing.
Looking at his fellow card players' faces, Lao Wang sensed a hint of mockery. He couldn't take it anymore, so he made an excuse to leave.
On my way home.
He became increasingly angry the more he thought about it.
And that's how the scene just now happened.
"Tell me, why did you go and do frog jumps for no reason, and keep repeating that you're useless!"
"If you're a piece of trash, then what is your father?"
Old Wang didn't really want to hit Wang Yang, he just didn't understand why he did it. Wasn't this just bringing shame to the Wang family?
"I, I..." Wang Yang was a little embarrassed to speak, but there was no other way now, so he could only tell Lao Wang what had happened.
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