"Mom, why are you busy here early in the morning, who are you going to deliver something!"

Jiang Xiaoya glanced at the kitchen, in addition to the breakfast that was hastily prepared for their father and daughter, her mother was preparing the soup that had been stewed for a long time, and it was estimated that she started to stew it before six o'clock in the morning.

Her expression was also a little helpless, but she didn't have the heart to delve into it, because since her eldest brother found her a teacher who had nothing to do, she didn't have many idle days.

Although she didn't work hard like a 5-to-9 school in her hometown, it was now an 8-to-5 school, and there were Saturdays and Sundays, so she didn't feel so nervous, but she chose this path, even if she was on her knees, she had to finish it, in addition to maintaining a score that could no longer easily maintain a moderate grade because of her absence, and she had to continue to take various professional courses.

Body, lines, vocal music, performance, everything has no foundation, and she needs to make up for it doubled, because the extra free time from changing schools is taken up more.

Of course, she is also very persevering, and after waking up, she doesn't have to put in less effort to fight for a full scholarship place in the third year of junior high school, maybe more.

"What do you know, it's ten past seven, even if the school is closer, you should eat, hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face, and sit down at the table to eat!" Gao Qingzhen was still waiting for her soup, but pointed to the breakfast on the table, a bowl of porridge, a few steamed buns, and eggs, fried crispy side dishes, but it took some thought.

However, this thought is estimated to have been used so much when she was waiting for the soup to be cooked, Jiang Xiaoya scolded in her heart, brushed her teeth and washed her face, sat down at the dinner table, ate quietly, and then rode on her bicycle, carrying her schoolbag, and rode towards the school.

It wasn't until eight o'clock that Jiang Maoqiang woke up from his sleep and walked out of the bedroom yawning, "Why are you doing this again? Who is cooking soup for?

Gao Qingzhen poured the soup into the insulated prototype lunch box and ignored her husband who had just gotten up.

Jiang Maoqiang was a little angry when he got up, because his wife got up early at every turn, so he had to wake up once, and then go to sleep, walked to his wife's side, grabbed his wife's hand, and nagged, "This time you have to explain to me clearly, what is going on? Don't I still report to you every day where I go? What can't you say!"

Feeling that her husband seemed to be really angry, Gao Qingzhen thought about it, anyway, she had to meet during the Chinese New Year, and it shouldn't be anything to say it now, but I don't know if my husband accepted it?

"What you say, I say it, don't be excited!" Gao Qingzhen waited for her husband to let go of his hand, quickly finished the soup, closed it tightly, and gave her husband a preventive injection, and said.

"You say, I'm not that kind of calculating temperament, let's talk about it!" Jiang Maoqiang urged indifferently, he is indeed this temperament, and he has nothing to worry about.

"I prepared the soup for our grandson's mother!" Gao Qingzhen said, which surprised Jiang Maoqiang and immediately sobered up.

His eyes, which were originally half-open and half-closed, immediately widened, and he exclaimed, "You mean that the boss has developed to this extent with people?"

Then he began to wonder, "No, such a big thing, this kid has no reason to hide it from us...... My wife, what's going on?"

Gao Qingzhen raised and lowered his two hands, and said, "I see, the boss is a good person, and his personality is also gentle, and he feels quite virtuous, but this is a bit of a problem!"

Jiang Maoqiang didn't feel his wife's gesture at all, waved his hand and asked, "The height difference is too much, or is the family background bad? Don't you play dumb riddles here?" How can I guess, if you have something to say, just say it!"

"Age, I'm talking about age! The boss is a lot older than him......" Gao Qingzhen looked around, as if the spy was connected, and confirmed that there was no one, before he spoke.

"That's nothing, aren't you two years older than me? As the saying goes, it's not all bad for a female junior to hold a gold brick!" Father Jiang really saw it, and casually found some reasons.

"If I was three or two years older, I wouldn't care, but that woman is more than a round older, thirty-two years old! How many sons are we? Twenty, according to the age of one or nineteen, how can you say that I can accept this!" Gao Qingzhen said, the worse her mood became.

Father Jiang also hesitated a little, it was indeed too big, one round, twelve years, this was really not worth it, even he felt a little so.

Gao Qingzhen continued, "She is old and has this child in her belly, I don't dare to tell her this, doesn't it mean that she is old and prone to accidents when she is pregnant with a child? I was afraid of stimulating her, so I didn't tell you, and I often went over to take care of her!"

Father Jiang pondered that this is also the case, children are important, and it is indeed appropriate for his wife to do this, and then he suddenly thought of his eldest son Jiang Yizhou, and asked, "But have you asked the boss?

This time, Gao Qingzhen was a little deflated, "I asked yes, but although he said that it doesn't matter if he gets married or not, his attitude is the same as when I was pregnant with the boss, but I am happy, but it is not the same at all, he didn't mention marriage, but he let the family live in the house again, I can't understand it!"

At this time, both of them began to sigh, and the son became more and more assertive, although he was still listening to their opinions on family matters, such as the affairs of relatives in his hometown, and the affairs of his grandparents.

But about his own affairs, no matter how much the two persuaded him, Jiang Yizhou was amicable on the surface, but in fact he was stubborn.

"Don't talk about it, I still have to go see my grandson's mother, you can heat up the porridge and side dishes and eat them yourself!" Gao Qingzhen took the insulated lunch box and went out, not long after she arrived, she hadn't learned to drive, and she didn't dare to get a driver's license, and she was more accustomed to taking the bus because she liked to walk and exercise.

"What's going on?" Jiang Maoqiang, who had lived a peaceful life for a few months, expressed this emotion for the first time, he was very unaccustomed to it, and now this kind of life is very reluctant.

It's not that he is old and doesn't adapt to changes, he is only in his early forties, and among his peers and friends, he is still a strong laborer, but his son is changing too quickly.

Now I sleep until I wake up naturally every day, watch TV and see noon, go out for a stroll after lunch, all kinds of thrift markets, streets and alleys, parks and river embankments, it is really boring to tighten.

It would be nice if there was a grandson to hug him! Suddenly, Jiang Maoqiang had this thought, and then shook his head, let them deal with it themselves, they are not involved.

Recently, he is learning to make pancakes, not to make much money, but to find a place, rent a small single room, put a small cart, buy some raw materials every afternoon, and push the cart to the street to sell for a few hours to pass the time.

These entangled things are still the blessings of children and grandchildren, and he can't control them.