Chapter 107 Remember your name, Fu Haochen

For dinner, Su Taotao made a dish of pickled fish and a dish of loofah soup.

Fu Zhengtu picked out the meat from the fish's belly bit by bit and gave it to Chenchen to eat, while he ate the fish's head, tail, and the parts with more bones.

In the past, Su Taotao thought that even if she followed Fu Zhengtu to the base, she would still live a widowed marriage life, working and raising the children by herself.

In fact, as long as Fu Zhengtu is at home, Chenchen hardly has to worry about anything. Fu Zhengtu is responsible for feeding, dressing, bathing and education.

In the eyes of outsiders, he may be a serious and stern father, but he has enough patience with his children, so Chenchen is very close to him, willing to play with his father and talk to his father about anything.

Of course, Fu Yuanhang also took good care of Chen Chen, and the child and the uncle became "good friends" who could talk about anything.

Chenchen became more and more cheerful and happier. He was always smiling. He looked fair and chubby, and it was obvious that he was a child who grew up in love.

Fu Zhengtu was also responsible for all the heavy work at home, including washing clothes and bed sheets. He also did all the work that could be seen.

Other detailed work, such as sweeping the floor, cleaning, feeding the baby, washing dishes and wiping the table were taken care of by Fu Yuanhang.

It can be said that apart from buying groceries and cooking, Su Taotao basically has no other work to do.

As for cooking, it depends on her mood. If she wants to cook, she cooks. If she doesn’t want to cook, she eats in the cafeteria.

They have no objection to eating in the cafeteria.

But as long as she cooked, no matter what she made, the three gentlemen in the family would be very supportive and eat up the food. The two brothers ate up such a big plate of pickled cabbage and mixed fish until there was not even any soup left.

Su Taotao enjoyed watching them eat and felt a special sense of accomplishment.

These days Fu Zhengtu was like an ant moving house, moving a little bit of stuff into the house every day. He finally collected enough materials for making the oven. The man who was too busy to sit still started working after dinner.

When Su Taotao wanted to help, he took her aside and said, "It's dirty. Sit further away."

Su Taotao: “…”

But he didn't care when Fu Yuanhang came over to help after washing the dishes, and when Chenchen brought Baibai over to make trouble.

Only Su Taotao was lazily slouching on a chair like a supervisor, occasionally waving a large sunflower fan to scare away mosquitoes.

Well, she really didn't want to get herself dirty.

Fu Zhengtu placed several large stones underneath, then dissolved cement with water, partly mixed with sand to make concrete, and built it on the stones to form the "base" of the entire oven.

Leave space for the smoke outlet and the "door", insert the chimney, and then use bricks and cement to build the upper and lower layers, separated by an iron mesh in the middle. If you burn fire below, you can directly roast the food above, or you can use charcoal to heat the entire box and close the "door" to "roast" the food.

It was the first time for Chenchen to participate in this kind of "large-scale" manual labor. He took the small shovel given by his father and worked with his uncle to mix cement and lay bricks. He had a lot of fun.

After building the box, Fu Zhengtu added a layer of heat-insulating film around it, smoothed it with cement, and finally glued on the shells.

The child loved it very much. He picked up various shells he liked and started to stick them on the surface. He was not tall enough, so he smartly brought his small stool to step on it.

Su Taotao walked over and said, "Chenchen, aren't you going to ask why your dad wrote his name on your car?"

Fu Zhengtu looked at Su Taotao, wondering why she brought this up.

Chenchen was having so much fun that he actually forgot about it. When his mother reminded him, he opened his eyes wide and asked his father: "Dad, what's wrong? That's Chenchen's car."

Fu Zhengtu: “…”

"Because people outside only know Dad's name, not Chenchen."

Su Taotao: "..." Mr. Fu, could you please consider your son's feelings and not be so straightforward?

As expected, Chenchen pouted, looking unhappy: "I see you every day~~Why don't you recognize me~~Chenchen~~"

There are so many people staring at him every day.

Su Taotao smiled, squatted down, and held the child's little hand:

"Dust, how about we pick some shells of similar size and put a Dust's name on the oven?"

The child's big eyes lit up, and his little head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Hmmmm~~"

Su Taotao: "Come on, Chenchen, help mommy count. Let's see how many shells are needed to put Chenchen's name on them. Then we can put ten of them in a row, okay?"

Chen Chen stretched out his two small fleshy hands, looked at it, and pushed forward with a smile: "Ten~~"

Su Taotao: "Yes, two slaps of Chen Chen is ten. You also counted twenty-eight steps for mom today, right?"

“Hmm~~” Chen Chen nodded heavily.

Su Taotao: "The three characters of Fu Haochen have a total of thirty strokes. How about we count thirty shells first?"

"Hmm~~" Chen Chen nodded heavily again.

Su Taotao: "Then if we divide the shells into the same size as the palms of dust, and put ten in a row, how many rows will we need for thirty shells?"

"Three~~" blurted out.

Su Taotao: "Okay, then Chenchen, go and help mom find thirty shells of similar size and arrange them in three rows."

Chenchen jumped up and down to find the shell: "It's so delicious~~"

The bag of shells of various sizes that Fu Zhengtu brought back probably contained more than a hundred of them, and he originally intended to use them as "exterior wall tiles" to stick on the surface of the oven.

The method Su Taotao came up with is more unique and can also teach Chenchen how to count.

Chenchen neatly arranged the shells he had found into three rows. After counting them one by one, he used his two little hands to compare three times and told Su Taotao: "Mom, thirty."

Su Taotao touched the child's head and said, "Chenchen is really smart. That's right, there are thirty of them here. What about the forty?"

Chen Chen thought for a moment, then stood up and arranged another row of clothes. After he was done, he made the gesture of showing his two small meat palms four times: "Su (four) ten~~"

Su Taotao smiled and said, "Smart, Chenchen, did you find the pattern? Then fifty is five rows, sixty is six rows, and so on."

Su Taotao pointed to the first number in the first row and said, "This is number 1, right? The first number in the second row after number 1 is number 11, the first number in the third row is number 21, and the first number in the fourth row is number 31.

The same is true for 2, followed by 12, 22, 32, and so on. All numbers within 100 follow this rule. "

Su Taotao paused to observe the children's reaction, and then said, "What mommy is saying now may be too complicated for Chenchen. It doesn't matter if Chenchen can't remember it. Next time when you help mommy count, you can think about it and remember it."

Even though Su Taotao has never raised a child, she knows that teaching a two-year-old these things is beyond the scope.

But Chenchen was not an ordinary child. He stared at the shell very seriously and said to her after a while: "Mom, I'll remember this."

Then the children counted from 1 to 40 facing the four rows of shells.

Su Taotao: “…”

If Su Taotao taught him to count the stairs from 1 to 28 in the morning by rote, then now Chen Chen really knew the pattern and remembered it.

Su Taotao looked at Fu Zhengtu. Was her son a little too smart?

Fu Zhengtu gave her a reassuring look.

Then he took Chenchen and Fu Yuanhang to stick the shells on one by one. They used nearly sixty shells of different sizes to stick the three big words "Fu Haochen".

Fu Zhengtu was wearing a tank top, revealing the superior muscular lines of his arms and back. His entire body, including his handsome face, was covered in cement. Unlike his usual gentlemanly look, he had a more rugged and sexy air of a field soldier.

But he spoke to Chen Chen in a very gentle voice: "Remember your name, Fu Haochen."

"Wow~~" Chen Chen clapped his hands, "What a delicious brew~~"

Fu Zhengtu added: "We are a family, so it doesn't matter whose name you write, you can't be unhappy."

Chenchen understood that his father was talking about the car. He narrowed his eyes and nodded: "I know~~Dad~~"

Fu Zhengtu looked at Su Taotao.

Su Taotao looked back with a smile.

Finally, Fu Yuanhang also pasted a few flowery patterns on the other side, and pasted a circle of large shells along the outer circumference of the oven. He then added some small stars, hearts and other patterns in the middle, and finally completed a very unique and special oven.