was beaten down by his mother, and Zhao Yiming's expression was like a frosted eggplant. www.biquge.info Of course, this is a pretense, and the experience of more than 10 years of struggle with my mother has shown that a good attitude of admitting guilt is conducive to leniency.

After sincerely admitting his mistake, Zhao Yiming immediately cleaned up the kitchen. This made Ming Xiao very pleased, feeling that his education was still very successful, and watching his son busy, a sense of satisfaction still arises. Nodding with satisfaction, Ming Xiao began to choose dishes on the side, she went home to make dinner for Zhao Yiming.

But while he was busy working, Ming Xiao couldn't help but nag: "Obviously, you can't patronize and play during the two-month summer vacation, and you should also take a proper look at the textbooks of the first year of high school, and preview first." It's not that there are no books, tomorrow you can find your sister's book in the first year of high school and take a look. ”

"Well, I see." While bowing his head and brushing the dishes, Zhao Yiming replied: "Mom, it's not that I forgot to work in the afternoon, I'm writing something, and I plan to contribute to earn some pocket money!" ”

Explain that after my mother's anger has subsided, if you say it at the beginning, my mother will definitely think that she is quibbling - what kind of masterpiece do you write without even washing the dishes? This will make her even angrier. After all, the soul is a 26-year-old quasi-uncle, and he still understands when to say some words.

"Huh? What is written? Ming Xiao really didn't get angry, and asked with great interest while quickly removing the yellow leaves of the leeks on his hand.

Zhao Yiming was good at Chinese when he was in junior high school, and he also participated in several essay competitions, but he didn't win the grand prize, but he won the third prize and the excellence award a few times. So Ming Xiao was just interested in what Zhao Yiming wrote, and he was not surprised when his son would be able to write.

"Fairy tales." Zhao Yiming replied.

"Fairy tales?" As an adult, Ming Xiao is older than the age to read fairy tales, and the two children are also older, and they have little interest in fairy tales, but the son still has to encourage: "Fairy tales are good!" I wrote it well and published it for my mother with a long face. ”

If Zhao Yiming was really only 16 years old, he would naturally be encouraged, and now, he naturally heard that his mother was not optimistic about his fairy tale career.

It's okay like this, if you don't make a hit, it's a blockbuster, and then the appearance will be even more gorgeous. Zhao Yiming muttered to himself.

After the kitchen was happy, Zhao Yiming did not go out to wait for dinner as his mother said, but volunteered to learn to cook on TV and asked to show his strength. One of his biggest hobbies as an adult is cooking, and his level is very good.

Anyway, if you look at it yourself, nothing can happen, it's good for my son to have this heart, and he knows that he has nothing to do.

So Zhao Ming also did it.

After a busy while, scrambled eggs with leeks, stir-fried meat with green peppers, and a green vegetable tofu soup were added, and three fragrant but uncomplicated dishes were made.

Mingxiao is very satisfied, although the three home-cooked dishes are simple, they taste very good.

"Mom, there's no good material today. I'm going to buy some good food tomorrow and show you how good I really are. Zhao Yiming said proudly.

"Look at you, eat." Ming Xiao gently poked his forehead with the thick end of his chopsticks, looking unimpressed.

"No, Mom, I'm serious. From tomorrow, I have contracted our family's meal, and you have also seen my craftsmanship, are you still not at ease? ”

Zhao Yiming hurriedly said, although it was a temporary idea, he was indeed sincere.

Ming Xiao didn't know that in her fall just now, Zhao Yiming found a sense of belonging. After all, he still feels a little strange in the face of a mother who is ten years younger. But his mother's drop made Zhao Yiming suddenly feel a familiar sense of happiness - it was still the original recipe, or the original taste.

Accepting the young version of his mother, Zhao Yiming naturally thought that Ming Xiao had worked hard for so many years, and of course he had to do something as a son of man. What can he do at the age of 16, of course, the first is to contract the housework, start from small things, and then repay his parents for their parenting.

"You have time to read more books." Mingxiao didn't agree, and then said hopefully: "When the time comes, you and your father will be relieved." ”

This one! Zhao Yiming was a little helpless. After being reborn, he was still a little hesitant to go to this high school. In fact, he doesn't want to go to school, there are too many constraints, but considering that he has to be obscure for a long time, why don't you go to high school!

Well, sometimes people can't live only for themselves, and it seems that this high school still has to go.

"Okay, Mom. I must read the book. But I still have to contract the work at home. If you don't pay me a salary, I don't want more, just a few hundred. ”

Zhao Yiming said with a hippie smile: "Besides, you don't want your son to be industrious and not divided." And learning should also be a combination of work and rest, only the learning effect is not good, even if you learn well, it is not a high score and low ability. ”

"You kid, talk a lot." Ming Xiao was a little moved, she was not an ignorant woman, and she still knew some about education methods.

In the end, under Zhao Yiming's soft grinding and hard bubbles, Mingxiao agreed, and also promised to add 200 yuan of pocket money to him on the basis of 100 yuan per month, even if it was a salary.

Dinner was spent in a harmonious and friendly atmosphere between mother and son.

After the meal, Zhao Yiming rushed to clean up the dishes and chopsticks like a dog, which made Ming Xiao laugh for a while, and sighed: My son has finally grown up.

After resting for a while, Ming Xiao was going to the store again. Her small supermarket is open from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m., and although she hires an aunt, she still likes to watch by herself when she is generally fine. This situation lasted until the father came back to help, and the two opened a mom-and-pop shop.

Soon after Ming Xiao left, Zhao Yiming, who had cleaned up the kitchen, planned to continue to go back to his room to surf the Internet. Except for some things where the two worlds overlap, he has no memory of this world and needs to know more about this world. But he didn't get his way, because the phone in the living room rang.

ran to the classroom to pick up the phone, and as soon as he fed it, there was a voice like a bell: "Obviously? ”

There is no need to guess, Zhao Yiming heard who it was - Comrade Zhao Guoqiang, his father.

"Dad!" Zhao Yiming was a little excited.

Zhao Guoqiang has always been an idol in Zhao Yiming's heart - dare to fight but keep to himself. He has always felt that his father is simply a representative of good men in the new century.

I think back then, my father, who had a slightly youthful temperament, stepped on the shoulders of countless people to catch up with my mother, but their marriage was not favored. Because at that time, my father was an artistic young man - everyone who engaged in art knew everything, either he was rich and oily, or he was poor in stir-frying without oil, and he was particular about loving drinking water and being full. The neighbors all thought that the mother would not have a good time with the father. After getting married, what was surprising was that my father resolutely gave up those artistic pursuits and started a business with a few friends.

Since then, whether Zhao Yiming moved to a new house in elementary school or before moving, the living conditions at home have always been the best in the neighborhood.

And when Zhao Yiming was a sophomore in high school, the construction company opened by his father and his friends went bankrupt. He was nearly forty years old at the time, and he never got a good job since. In addition, my mother's small supermarket business began to flourish, and my father simply helped in the supermarket from then on. From a company CEO to a porter in a small supermarket, my father has nothing to do with it, he usually works, writes calligraphy in his spare time, and still has a happy life.

"Obviously, I've been a little busy lately, and I've had some disputes with other companies, so I can't go back during this time. I apologize to you. But don't worry, I'll be back when you start school. ”

Dad was apologetic.

Zhao Yiming understands that the lawsuit that dragged down his father's company has already begun to fight.

Zhao Guoqiang told him about this matter carefully after Zhao Yiming graduated from university, in order to educate his son. At that time, Zhao Guoqiang was not the largest shareholder in the company, and the largest shareholder was his friend. But his friend suddenly got into a trick and wanted to trick others when he was cooperating with his peers, but he was counterattacked by others due to poor planning, and the company lost a lot of money and went bankrupt.

After the company closed down and liquidated, my father was lucky and went home with a share of the money.

At that time, my father also sighed: My buddy is usually a very good person, but he was greedy once, and he ruined his career. Obviously, you should be warned in your future work.

"Dad, you have to pay attention to your body, don't be in a hurry about the lawsuit." Stopping his recollections, Zhao Yiming hurriedly said, but he couldn't go on when he said this. What else could he say, even if he had the foresight to say what to do. The lawsuit has begun, the evidence is conclusive, and all the dad company can do is to delay the time, barely drag it out for two years. Moreover, people are still on the side of justice, what is there to say.

"Okay, you have to be obedient at home, don't make your mother unhappy......" Zhao Guoqiang said for a long time on the phone.

Zhao Yiming had the urge to cry. When I grew up, my father respected himself and treated himself as an adult. I haven't been treated like a child for a long time, and now when I look back, I realize that I really didn't know how to cherish it when I was a child.

"Dad, don't worry. I'm learning to cook now. Today, I took the initiative to ask my mother to take care of the housework. ”

Zhao Yiming hurriedly said.

"Oh, you know how to cook?" Zhao Guoqiang laughed on the phone: "Yes, it's my son." Let me tell you, your mother was tempted by my wonderful barbecue skills. ”

Zhao Yiming's head suddenly slid down three black lines, and he didn't know about this in his previous life.

After chatting a few more words, Zhao Yiming hung up his father's phone with some reluctance. He felt like he was really starting to fit into the world.

The history of the small scale has not changed too well.

Back in his room, Zhao Yiming carefully looked at this place that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him. On the white walls, a wooden dark single bed is placed in a north-south direction by the window, and on the right is a cream-white bedside table. To the right of the bedside table is a combination wardrobe of the same color, and on the side of the wardrobe is a three-tiered bookshelf. The desk with the computer attached to the chair is facing the foot of the bed.

The furnishings are simple and self-explanatory, yet functional.

His eyes swept over the entire room little by little, and Zhao Yiming's gaze finally stayed on the bedside table. There was only an orange lamp on the bedside table and a dark blue round alarm clock. The other is a dark green wallet, and what is pressed under the wallet.

Curious, I approached him only to find that under his wallet were his junior high school graduation photo and high school admission letter. Xinshou took out the graduation photo and notice from under his wallet, and glanced at it, Zhao Yiming's original smile slowly condensed......