Wang Ying, however, took her son Zeng Zhiyu out for breakfast.
Seeing the disgust in her son's eyes, Wang Ying took several deep breaths. This is such a rascal, how come he's so clean?
"Zhiyu, the outside world isn't as dirty as you think."
"Okay." Although she had promised her mother, she still carefully took out a piece of paper, wiped the spoon, and then wiped the stool and the table before carefully sitting down.
Whether they were selling breakfast or buying breakfast, everyone was looking at this clean-cut, dark-skinned little boy.
Wang Ying was at her wit's end. This brat was something else; she would never take him out to eat again. He was simply testing her patience.
The mother and son finally finished breakfast. Wang Ying patiently asked, "Zhiyu, is there anywhere you'd like to go?"
"Mom, I want to go to the library. I've never been before."
"Alright. Let's go to the library."
Wang Ying glanced back and knew that Zeng Zhaoqing was behind her, but she pretended not to know.
I really don't want to get involved in Zeng Zhongkang's family affairs. I also have no feelings for his father.
"Mom, who's that person behind us?"
Wang Ying was very happy about her son's sensitivity.
"How so? He is your father's father, that is, your grandfather, but for some reason, they are not on good terms, you could even say they are enemies, which is why you have never met him."
"I understand. Let's hurry to the library. It would be great if we could borrow some books there."
"Okay, go read the book, I'll ask if it's possible. If not, then there's nothing I can do."
The mother and son chatted and laughed. Wang Ying is 165 cm tall, Zeng Zhongkang is 185 cm tall, and six-year-old Zeng Zhiyu is already 130 cm tall.
Zeng Zhaoqing followed the mother and daughter at a distance. He knew that Wang Ying must know he was behind him, but there was nothing he could do since she ignored him.
He himself is committing a sin; he can't even look at his own grandchildren.
I followed them until they entered the library, and after a while, I went in too. I saw Wang Ying sitting to one side, quietly asking a staff member something, while my grandson was nowhere to be seen.
Zeng Zhaoqing searched through all the bookshelves until he finally found his grandson standing straight at the very back, reading a book about foreign languages.
I quietly approached, really wanting to see my grandson up close.
Zeng Zhiyu had already noticed someone approaching him. He looked up at Zeng Zhaoqing, then turned to the side. He wasn't interested in the feud between his father and the others, but it was impossible for them to get close to him.
Aunt Hongmei always says, "Those who offer unsolicited kindness are either up to no good or are thieves."
Zeng Zhaoqing felt a little upset because his grandson was rejecting him, so he stopped and turned to the other side, but he still couldn't understand what he was seeing.
The bookstore was unusually quiet; he could only hear his grandson turning the pages of a book.
Feeling uneasy about being watched, Zeng Zhiyu picked up another book and left the bookshelf.
Zeng Zhaoqing knew he couldn't continue. He was already very satisfied to be able to see his grandson today.
I quietly left, thinking that I would have another chance in the future.
Around noon, Zeng Zhiyu borrowed two books from the bookstore with satisfaction.
"Zhiyu, shall I treat you to dinner? What would you like to eat?"
"Mom, if you really don't want to cook, let's go to Ping An's house for dinner."
"Okay, let's go, let's take a car there."
When Er Ya saw Wang Ying and her daughter coming over, she asked, "Would you like to stay for lunch?"
"Hehe, I just came here to freeload a meal. I was too lazy to cook, so Zhiyu suggested we come."
"What's so difficult about cooking for you?"
"It's too difficult for me. I don't even like to eat it myself, and I don't want to harm my son."
Wang Ying and her mother didn't go home until after dinner.
"Mom, when is Dad coming back?"
"How would I know? I can't get in touch with him. Do you miss your father?"
"Hmm, he hasn't been back for a long time? Mom, Ping An has a little brother, when are you going to give me a little brother?"
Wang Ying was taken aback by the question, not expecting her son to ask it.
I really want to have another child, but what can I do if there's no sign of pregnancy?
So she didn't answer her son's question, "Let's go home quickly. What do you want to do tomorrow?"
"I'll stay home and read books; I don't want to go anywhere else."
That evening, Zhang Shouyi and Zhang Hongmei went to have dinner with Zhou Shixiong.
"Those two old bastards are so happy." Zhou Shixiong was furious that Gu Chuanming and Zhang Xingguo had gone up the mountain, and he really couldn't go.
"Uncle, I haven't received a call from them this month either."
"Hmph! Those two are so happy they've forgotten all about home."
Zhang Shouyi simply ate his meal. He didn't interrupt.
"Shouyi, should we send some treats to the children tomorrow?"
"Sir, there are rules about this; it's simply impossible to get it in."
"My precious grandchildren can't even have a better life on weekends."
Chang'en, from now on, the family's meals on Saturdays and Sundays will consist of coarse grains.
Zhang Hongmei thought to herself, "What are you doing? Uncle, are you making us both suffer too?"
"Yes, the children have all gone to suffer, so your food allowance will have to be reduced from now on."
Zhang Hongmei thought to herself, "This is just someone who's upset and looking for trouble. Fine, coarse grains it is."
After dinner, the couple spent some more time with Zhou Shixiong before strolling home.
"Hongmei, the geological team has discovered many mountains containing iron ore."
"Brother Zhang, it would be great if we could import this kind of resource from abroad."
"Hehe, I understand what you mean. I've already sent someone to negotiate."
The couple went home and chatted with their sons for a while. Although the family of six was not together, they were all practicing in sync.
Zhang Shouyi still had to go to work on Sunday. He pestered Zhang Hongmei for more than ten minutes, trying to get her to come to work with him.
How could Zhang Hongmei possibly agree? What kind of place is that? It's not a place anyone can easily go; she's not going there.
Finally, Zhang Shouyi went to work with regret. He couldn't bear the thought of his wife not spending time with him, so he decided to skip work that afternoon and go out with her.
The ideal was lofty, but reality didn't allow it. Zhang Shouyi was always busy, unable to get away from his duties.
He was thinking how lucky he was to have won over his wife and have four sons with her; otherwise, with this workload, finding a wife? Dream on.
However, I left work promptly at six o'clock in the evening. I couldn't stay any later than that, as my wife was too lonely at home alone.
When he got home, he saw his wife sitting in the living room chatting, her face full of smiles. He sat down next to her and put his arm around her.
It turns out it's Liu Qiang. This little guy is quite thoughtful; he probably won't be another Liu Jingsong.
"Auntie, Uncle Shi and I will take the bus back tomorrow."
"Oh, why are you back so early?"
"Uncle Stone said he wanted to visit my third aunt and third maternal aunt."
"Oh, what about you? Do you want to come back?"
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