When the older sister and Zhang Sizhe saw Xiaoman, Han Dashan, and Tang Huihui return, they stood up from the sofa.
Zhang Sizhe: "Hello Grandpa Han, hello Grandma Han, hello Aunt Wang."
Han Dashan: "Okay, okay, sit down."
Tang Huihui: "Jie Jie, is this your classmate?"
Sister: "No. He's the son of my mom and dad's friend. His surname is Zhang, and his name is Sizhe. You can just call him Xiao Zhang."
Tang Huihui thought Zhang Sizhe was tall and handsome, so she wanted to match him up with her sister. "Sizhe, sit down."
Zhang Sizhe answered "okay" but did not sit down. He only sat down after Han Dashan, Tang Huihui, and Xiaoman had sat down.
As soon as Tang Huihui sat down, she started chatting with Zhang Sizhe about everyday things. "How old are you this year? Are you in school or working? What does your dad do? What does your mom do?"...
Seeing that Xiaoman, Han Dashan, and Tang Huihui hadn't asked him what games Zhang Sizhe and his sister wanted to play, Chou Chou went to Xiaoman's side and hugged her leg. "Grandma, you asked me what game my uncle wants to play with my mom?"
Xiaoman smiled and asked, "Chou Chou, what game does Uncle Zhang want to play with your mom?"
Her ugly little eyes shone brightly. "Uncle is going to chase my mom. Grandma, Uncle definitely can't catch my mom, she runs really fast."
Tang Huihui was overjoyed: "You can catch up. Sizhe, Grandma will help you."
Zhang Sizhe gave an awkward laugh.
Sister: "Grandma, we were just joking."
Tang Huihui thought her sister was just embarrassed. "You can't joke about something like this. Sizhe, Grandma's telling you, our Jie Jie..."
Tang Huihui rattled off a long list of her sister's good points.
Now it was the older sister's turn to feel awkward. "Son, come here."
"Okay." Chou Chou toddled over to his sister. "Mommy, Uncle can't catch you, right?"
The older sister picked up Chou Chou and put her on her lap. "Chou Chou, Mommy is just joking with Uncle Zhang."
Ugly scratched his head. "Isn't joking just joking?"
"Uh..." the older sister thought for a moment. "Joke means just teasing you."
"Teasing me is also a form of play."
"Uh..." The older sister didn't know how to explain to Chou Chou. "Grandma, we were really just joking. Grandma, if we wanted to be in a relationship, we would have been already."
"Huh?" Tang Huihui looked at Zhang Sizhe and then at her sister. "You two really haven't talked?"
Sister: "We really didn't talk about it. You can ask my mother if you don't believe me."
Tang Huihui looked at Xiaoman.
Xiaoman smiled and said, "Mom, those two were just joking."
Tang Huihui was very disappointed: "You brat, you made me happy for nothing."
The older sister grinned mischievously. "Grandma, don't worry. I'll definitely make you really happy."
Tang Huihui glared at her sister: "You brat."
Chou Chou was a little unhappy when she saw Tang Huihui call her sister "brat". "Great-Grandma, are you talking about my mother?"
Tang Huihui: "Yes. Your mother is a brat."
Ugly looked at her older sister and asked, "Mommy, is that brat bad?"
"Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad."
Ugly frowned and thought for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.
The older sister tapped her ugly little nose: "You'll understand when you grow up to be as big as your Uncle Nao Nao and Uncle Tengteng."
Ugly pouted. "Okay."
Xiaoman smiled at Zhang Sizhe. "Is your family business still managed by your father?"
"Yes. My sister isn't interested in doing business. I'm still in school."
"You're graduating soon, right?"
"Soon."
What are your plans after graduation?
"I haven't decided yet. My maternal grandfather wants me to work in a government department. My mother wants me to help my father with his business."
"So what does your father want you to do?"
Zhang Sizhe glanced at his sister. "My father wants me to marry my sister."
Xiaoman smiled. "I saw your sister on TV a few days ago. She dances very well. Does your sister have a boyfriend?"
"No. My sister has loved dancing since she was little."
"Have your sister come over to visit sometime."
"Okay. Aunt Wang, can you help me persuade my dad? My sister is great, and so am I. But... but we're like two parallel lines."
Xiaoman smiled. "Go back and tell your father that children and grandchildren have their own blessings."
Zhang Sizhe didn't understand. "Aunt Wang, what do you mean?"
"Just tell your dad that when you get back."
Okay. Thank you.
"Have lunch here."
"good."
Around noon, my older sister dragged Zhang Sizhe to the kitchen to cook. Chou Chou followed along happily.
When they went to the kitchen, Chou Chou sat down on his little stool. His sister gave him a small bowl and a bunch of vegetables.
Chou Chou skillfully broke off the vegetable leaves and put them into a small bowl.
Zhang Sizhe looked at Chou Chou in surprise: "Sister, you didn't adopt him just so he could do chores for you, did you?"
The older sister glanced at Zhang Sizhe. "Such a petty mind."
"Haha..." Zhang Sizhe squatted down and looked at Chou Chou, asking, "Chou Chou, does your mother make you do chores for her every day?"
As Chou Chou worked, she said, “My mom works, so I work too. I’m just like my mom.”
"Well……"
Chou Chou glanced at Zhang Sizhe: "You don't do any work, you're different from us. My mother and I are on the same side. You're on the same side."
Zhang Sizhe looked at his sister and said, "Han Jiejie, is this how you fool your son?"
“I’m not just fooling people, I’m setting an example.”
“Uh…” Zhang Sizhe choked for a moment: “Han Jiejie, you can really make things up.”
The older sister glanced at Zhang Sizhe: "Don't you know? Parents are a child's best teachers. I don't even dare to stay in bed anymore so I can be a good teacher to my son. Sigh!"
"Hahaha……"
A little while later, my sister cooked a dish.
Zhang Sizhe swallowed hard. "Sister, I think my dad's suggestion is pretty good. Why don't we just live together?"
My sister smiled and said, "If you want to eat something delicious, you can just hire a chef."
"The chef's cooking isn't as good as yours." Zhang Sizhe leaned over and smelled it: "It smells amazing!"
Seeing Zhang Sizhe's mouth watering, his older sister said, "My brothers cook really well. If you were a girl, I'd have my brothers marry you. That way you could eat delicious food every day."
Zhang Sizhe sniffed again: "It's a pity I'm a man. Sigh!"
On the other side, Tang Huihui glanced into the kitchen: "Xiaoman, do you think those two really don't have any feelings for each other? They seem to be getting along quite well."
"Yes. In my sister's eyes, Sizhe is a woman. In Sizhe's eyes, my sister is a man."
Tang Huihui sighed. "Sizhe is a good kid."
Xiaoman smiled and said, "You think everyone is good now."
Tang Huihui rolled her eyes at Xiaoman: "I'm just anxious, aren't I? And you? Aren't you worried at all? Are you even the children's mother?"
"I'm very anxious too, really."
Tang Huihui snorted. "I don't believe it."
Just as Xiaoman was about to speak, the phone on the table rang. Xiaoman answered it, listened for a few words, and then frowned.
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