Chapter 517: Give Birth to a Silly Child
It was Aunt Wei who was cooking today. She leaned over and took the basin with a smile, saying, "Le Le, wait a moment. Aunt Wei will make room for you."
As she spoke, she poured the noodles into her own coarse porcelain bowl, and then filled it with half a bowl of mushrooms, winter melon and rice noodles stewed in it, which were fried with animal oil. The meat flavor was all absorbed by the mushrooms and rice noodles, and the taste was very fragrant.
She picked up a few more browned and fragrant corn pot stickers and handed it back.
Zhong Kangle was stunned for a moment and felt embarrassed to extend his hand.
"Take it," Aunt Wei said with a smile, "We are all family, so what's there to be embarrassed about?
Besides, when you came here, did your mother tell you anything?"
He shook his head, took it with a smile, thanked him shyly, and quickly went home with the basin.
Zhong Kangle's face was still flushed as he handed the thing to Di's mother, but sure enough, the latter didn't react at all.
"This is the meal cooked by your aunt, right? I know who it is just by smelling it," she said with a smile as she set the table and invited him to eat.
Zhong Kangle intentionally ate less to save food for Di's mother.
But Di's mother came up and stuffed a bowl of noodles into his hand, saying, "Serve more after you finish eating. I still have some noodles on the plate that I haven't put into the pot yet. I'm afraid they will clump together."
"Mom, this is too much. I can't eat it all." He estimated that the bowl was at least the size of two or three coarse porcelain bowls.
"Eat as much as you can. Your brother Liangzi needs to eat two bowls of food," Di's mother said with a smile, "You are growing up now, so don't save food with your mother. The program team gives you 200 yuan for food expenses, so don't worry about the money.
If you miss these few years, you won’t grow taller even if you eat more.”
Zhong Kangle smiled and didn't refuse anymore, he just started eating.
However, he had not eaten enough for a long time, and his stomach was very small due to hunger. He could not hold too much food at once, so he could only eat a bowl of noodles with difficulty. He looked at the noodles in the bowl with entanglement.
"It's okay. Didn't you drink the soup in the bowl first? If there is no water, just roll up the hand-rolled noodles, rinse them with boiling water, and add some toppings. You can still eat it. It tastes good." Di's mother said with a smile.
Zhong Kangle continued to take on the job of washing the pots and pans, and when he was done, he followed Di's mother to play next door.
He hardly played with other kids his age after he turned nine. For a while, he played so crazy that he had digested about seven or eight out of ten of the food he had eaten.
When they got home, Di's mother made two cups of milk powder, one for each of them, and said with a smile that it was all thanks to him.
Zhong Kangle pursed his lips and smiled, tasting it in small sips. The warm milk had a mellow taste, one of the rare delicacies he had ever tasted in his life.
For a moment, he was overwhelmed with happiness. His eyes were slightly moist as he stared at Mother Di, wanting to engrave her smile deeply in his mind.
This is what a mother looks like, so gentle and loving.
When he woke up in the morning, he ate a bowl and a half of rice from a coarse porcelain bowl, plus an egg.
After dinner, Di's mother took him and the Wei family to the market on the village ox cart.
There were a lot of people at the fair, and everyone had a smile on their face, as if they were bathed in the winter sun. With an inexplicable infectiousness, happiness and joy were passed on among everyone.
Di's mother bought a lot of things, including apples, oranges, meat, bean sprouts, and even notebooks, pens, and erasers!
Zhong Kangle's heart was pounding fast. He had endured it for a long time. Even though Mother Di bought a string of candied haws for each child, he was still thinking about it. Finally, while chewing on a candied bun, he asked nervously in a low voice: "Mom, did you buy notebooks, pens and erasers just now?"
Mother Di exclaimed, "I thought you were about the same age as Liangzi, so you should be in junior high school, right? We have pens, rulers and other things at home, but these are used up quickly, so I bought some for you."
Zhong Kangle's face was half happy and half uneasy.
He hasn't been to school since he was nine years old, when he was in the second grade.
Normally he would just bury his head in gluing matchboxes or medicine bags together at home. If he didn't have a certain amount, he wouldn't even have food to eat. How could he have time to find opportunities to study?
In these four years, if he had not worked so hard to memorize what he had learned over and over again while doing the numb mechanical work, he would have forgotten everything by now. Even so, he only remembered one third of it.
He lowered his head and whispered his situation, "Mom, so, I, I only studied to the second grade, and I haven't touched a textbook for several years."
After hearing this, Di's mother's face turned very ugly, "Your mother is so blessed that she doesn't know how to cherish it!"
After she finished speaking, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.
She worked so hard to live, but her husband was not at home all year round and died young. She had to depend on Yoshiko for all these years.
Others envy her for her wealth, money and living in a brick house, but little do they know that she envies the warmth and warmth in other families despite the noise. There is nothing happier than family reunion.
Zhong Kangle nodded and said, "I thought I could persuade my mother to come back by following her. But my mother is too obsessed with the city, and she is willing to be a stepmother.
But she didn't allow me to look for my father, for fear that others would poke her in the back.
But that's her home, not mine!
This time, if my dad comes back without a new family, I will stay with him."
Mother Di glanced at Zhong Kangle for a few times, trying to find someone's shadow on his face, "Your father, your father probably won't marry and have children. I heard that he has a deep affection for your mother.
I'm afraid he'll never find another person who can open his heart to him in his lifetime."
Zhong Kangle was also worried: "My mother really doesn't deserve my father to do this."
After returning home, Di's mother took out all of Di Guoliang's elementary school textbooks.
Zhong Kangle wanted to study on his own first and then test his level in school. He couldn't possibly be a thirteen-year-old sitting in the second grade with a bunch of eight or nine-year-old kids, right?
Otherwise, how old would he be when he finished school? He couldn't help but count on his fingers. Since he had the opportunity to study, he would definitely go to college!
Four years of elementary school, three years of junior high school, three years of high school and four years of college, a total of fourteen years. By then he was twenty-seven years old. People of the same age had been working for five or six years, and they were all married and had children, and their children were old enough to help with cooking!
Zhong Kangle had a certain foundation, so he flipped through Di Guoliang's textbooks and exercise books and studied seriously. He had experienced being trapped in a small room before, and he longed for the outside world even more, so he turned all his energy into motivation for studying, almost to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat.
Mother Di looked at it with relief and said, "Liangzi, if you have half the energy you need, you shouldn't be so stupid as to sign my failing papers every time.
How come my mother, who is so smart, gave birth to a stupid child?
His father is not stupid, otherwise the army wouldn't let such a fool be the battalion commander."
Zhong Kangle smiled and said, "Yes, mother, you are so smart, and brother Liangzi must be smart too, but not necessarily in studying."
(End of this chapter)
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