Afternoon.
At the yard entrance.
His aunt and sister had to send him out of the yard.
"Little Ye, drive slowly."
"Oh, I know Aunt."
"Thanks, Little Ye."
"Sis, don't stand on ceremony. Go back."
"Alright, come over often when you have time. There are always people at home anyway."
He got into his car and drove out of his aunt's alley. Not long after, his cellphone on the passenger seat rang. His eyes were sharp and he saw Rao Aimin's name. He reached out and took the cellphone, put it on speaker and threw it under the windshield.
"Landlady Auntie." He held the steering wheel and continued driving.
Rao Aimin had never been polite with him, "Where are you?"
"I went to my sister's house. I just came out. What's the matter? What's the matter? "Zhang Ye said.
Rao Aimin said, "Come to my place and take care of the child for a day. I have to go out to do something. I don't know when I'll be back. Hurry up, I'll be waiting for you!"
Zhang Ye said, "Aiya, if you want to go out, then go out. Does Chenchen need someone to take care of her? She's so smart. It's good enough that she doesn't bully others. "
"Hey, cut the crap. Hurry up!"
"I have to go home tonight. I didn't go home much during the new year. My parents are getting anxious. If I don't go home every few days, my mom will kill me."
"If you don't come, I'll kill you."
"Man, alright, alright. I'll go over now."
"OK, bring a bottle of soy sauce when you come to the grocery store. There's no soy sauce at home. I'm hanging up."
"Are you treating me like a nanny? Taking care of the child and buying soy sauce? This bro is a big shot now. You are being too disrespectful to celebrities. "
There was no reply from the other side.
Du du du. The call had been hung up.
Zhang Ye was helpless. Forget it. This bro has been in a good mood recently. I'm magnanimous and will not stoop to the level of a woman. Let's go, to Jiaomen!
......
The car arrived.
He alighted to buy something.
The shop's first floor was in the district. Ever since Zhang Ye's address was exposed and people came to besiege him, everyone in the district knew that Zhang Ye lived here.
"Yo, Teacher Zhang!" The grocery store's big sister's eyes lit up.
Zhang Ye smiled, "Give me a bottle of soy sauce."
The big sister asked, "Soy sauce or light soy sauce? What brand? "
Zhang Ye did not really understand, "Anything is fine, it doesn't matter."
The lady smiled, "Then I'll give you ordinary soy sauce."
"Alright, how much?" Zhang Ye touched his wallet.
"There's no need for money," the elder sister waved her hand.
Zhang Ye said, "How can we do that?"
The lady chuckled. "Our little shop is honored by your presence. How can we take your money? If you need anything in the future, just give us a call and I'll get my son to deliver it to you."
Popularity!
Look at this bro's popularity!
Zhang Ye was very pleased with himself. However, with the principle of not taking a single needle or thread from the commoners, he still paid the money. Then, he took the plastic bag and the soy sauce upstairs.
Ring ring ring.
It was a call from his mom.
"Son, I heard that you helped your sister?" Mom sounded nice.
Zhang Ye acknowledged, "It was just a small matter. My aunt called you?"
Mom smiled and said, "Yes, your aunt is praising you. She even said that your sister's blogshop's business is booming. In just an hour, she earned quite a lot of money. Well, you've done well. I just spoke to your dad and he praised you. Ever since your aunt's uncle passed away, things have been quite difficult for them. We couldn't help much at that time, but now that you've made a name for yourself, you should take care of them. When you were young, your aunt always took care of you. She was the one who took care of everything for you during the summer and winter vacations."
Zhang Ye said, "I know."
Mom said, "Then it's fine."
"Uh, Mom, I don't know if I can make it back tonight. My landlord is out for some business and wants me to help look after the child. Oh, it's that big sister who rescued me from the police station." Zhang Ye said.
Mom was in a good mood and spoke without hesitation. She said, "Then you definitely have to help. Alright, I understand. I won't leave any food for you tonight."
"Alright."
After hanging up, he took the elevator to the second floor.
Dong dong. Zhang Ye knocked on the door, "Landlady Auntie!"
After a long while, footsteps could be heard from inside the house. The doorknob struggled for a long time before the door opened, revealing Chenchen's expressionless head.
Zhang Ye asked, "Where's your aunt?"
Chenchen curled her lips, "Zhang Ye, why are you so slow? My aunt left a long time ago."
"Do you think I can fly? I had to drive over." Zhang Ye came in and closed the door. He did not even change out of his slippers. He threw the soy sauce into the kitchen, "It's just the two of us. You can watch TV by yourself." With a yawn, he felt a little sleepy in the warm room, "Your Uncle Zhang is going to sleep."
Chenchen ignored him and continued to watch cartoons on the sofa. "Oh."
Zhang Ye reminded, "Remember to do your homework."
Chenchen sat cross-legged and pretended not to hear him.
Zhang Ye went upstairs and entered Rao Aimin's room with great familiarity. Looking around, the bed was still messy. The blanket was not folded and the bedsheets were wrinkled. He guessed that Rao Aimin had eaten her fill and was taking an afternoon nap. She had something to do and left at the last minute, so she did not clean up the room.
Taking off his shoes.
Taking off his clothes.
He burrowed into bed. The bed was already cold, but Rao Aimin's fragrant scent still lingered in the bed. Zhang Ye could smell it with a sniff. He closed his eyes and fell asleep soon after.
An hour.
Two hours.
Not long after, he was shaken awake.
"Zhang Ye, Zhang Ye." Chenchen pushed his arm.
Zhang Ye opened his eyes in a daze, "Ah?"
Chenchen said with a sullen face, "I'm hungry."
Zhang Ye acknowledged her and turned over to continue sleeping. He had not had enough sleep.
Chenchen continued pushing his shoulder, "Zhang Ye, Zhang Ye, Zhang Ye, I'm hungry."
Zhang Ye waved his hands, "Don't mess around. Let me sleep a little longer. I'll think of something when I wake up. You go first …" Saying that, he was already snoring and had fallen asleep again.
"Zhang Ye."
"Zhang Ye."
Chenchen kept calling him.
Zhang Ye slept like a dead pig. It was winter, so he did not want to wake up the moment he slept.
After some time, Zhang Ye sniffed and slowly opened his eyes. He sat up on the bed and rubbed his stomach, growling.
What was that smell?
It was the smell of cooking!
Zhang Ye thought that the landlady auntie had returned. Looking at his watch, it was already past 6 PM. He was also hungry, so he immediately put on his clothes and went downstairs.
The sound of cooking could be heard in the kitchen.
Zhang Ye did not go in to help. He casually lay down on the sofa and waited for the food to be prepared.
But when the sound of cooking disappeared and the kitchen door was pushed open, Zhang Ye was stunned. This was because there was no sign of the landlady in the kitchen. There was only an eight-year-old child. He saw a small stool under the kitchen stove, about half an arm's height. There was also a stool beside the chopping board. On it were kitchen knives, plates, and other items. There were also leftover vegetable scraps from cutting vegetables.
It was actually Chenchen cooking!
Zhang Ye exclaimed, "Holy sh * t! A child prodigy!"
Chenchen also saw Zhang Ye, who was lying comfortably on the sofa. The little rascal did not look too good and did not look at him again. She carried the dishes and tiptoed to place them on the dining table. Then she walked back to the kitchen and stepped on the stool to reach another plate of cooked vegetables. She held it in her arms and placed it properly. Then she returned to the kitchen for the third time. She squatted down and opened the rice cooker's lid. She scooped a bowl of rice and took a pair of chopsticks. She walked to the living room and sat on a chair to eat. She did not care about Zhang Ye at all.
She looked angry. Zhang Ye blinked. This rascal was not embarrassed at all. He immediately scooped some rice and sat down with a bowl and chopsticks, "Not bad, little rascal. When did you learn to cook?"
Chenchen did not say a word.
Zhang Ye coughed, "Did you learn it from your aunt?"
Chenchen still did not look at him.
Zhang Ye did not care too much. He ate first. He was hungry, so he picked up a mouthful of the vinegar cabbage and tasted it. Heh, it was actually not bad. "Not bad, Chenchen. Your culinary skills are really good. Let me try this spicy chicken!" It was quite delicious. Of course, it could not be compared to the landlady auntie's culinary skills, but for an eight year old child, it was too good.
He praised her as he ate.
A moment later, Chenchen finally spoke, "Zhang Ye, why are you so lazy?"
Zhang Ye revealed an embarrassed smile, "About that, I was tired today, so I didn't get up. But even if I did, I wouldn't know how to cook. Thankfully, our Chenchen was here. You really made Uncle look at you in a different light today. You are the future Young God of Cooking. Impressive!"
A typical child would definitely not be able to tell north from south after being praised like this.
But Chenchen had never been a typical child. She curled her lips, "Childish." Zhang Ye smiled, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. Look at how petty you are.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. Look at how petty you are. Uncle actually pretended not to get out of bed on purpose to hone your survival skills. Look at these two dishes, this is the result. This is the potential of humans. You still can't understand Uncle's good intentions, but when you grow up, you'll understand."
The corners of Chenchen's mouth twitched, "...... Hur Hur."
Zhang Ye knew this little kid was more clever than the average adult. He could not scare her, so he said, "Uncle will do the dishes in a while. You can watch TV."
Chenchen requested, "You still have to help me with my homework."
Zhang Ye looked at her, "You can't let your aunt know."
"Deal." Chenchen raised her cute little hand with a straight face.
Zhang Ye also stretched his hand out and gave her little hand a slap. With this slap, the assignment of tasks was completed. Chenchen cooked, while Zhang Ye did his homework.
The atmosphere was harmonious again.
After the meal, Zhang Ye washed the dishes and helped Chenchen with her homework.
In the small study.
"I'll write it on a piece of paper for you first. Later, you can copy it into your exercise book. Let me say this first. I'm only in charge of the language. If you write too fast and your aunt finds out, she will definitely take action against me." Zhang Ye said.
Chenchen acknowledged, "Just write it into your exercise book."
Zhang Ye smacked his lips, "Our handwriting is different. People will be able to tell with a glance."
Chenchen glanced at him, "My aunt saw your 'Ode of Mulan' on the internet. She said you are a calligraphy expert. Don't tell me you can't even imitate other people's handwriting?"
This wicked child!
Zhang Ye wondered how lazy she was that she couldn't even be bothered to copy? Hai, forget it. He had been fed by her. "Alright, I got it." Of course he could imitate her handwriting.
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