My super analysis system

Chapter 8
The egg was delivered by Lala, but the money that Fatty Zhang transferred to WeChat was confiscated.

Zhou Fan suddenly felt a little homesick at this moment, maybe at the most helpless time, that small place carries your last hope.

Zhou Fan's parents are civil servants all their lives, working hard, but they are very conscious. Take Zhou Fan's father Zhou Qing's words: "To be a man, you must be upright and upright, and you can't just think about it."

It is conceivable how tortured it is for such an upright man to bow his knees everywhere for his son's work.

Zhou Fan didn't understand at that time, how could he understand now.

Zhou Fan, who was hesitating at the door, suddenly lost the courage to knock on the door.

Finally got up the courage and knocked on the door.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Who is it?" The familiar voice was his mother Deng Hongying.

Deng Hongying, who opened the door, looked at the person in front of her, and suddenly froze, tears began to flow wantonly from her eyes.

"Who's here?" Zhou Qing asked, walking in from the balcony.

Zhou Qing was taken aback when he saw Zhou Fan, and then flew into a rage!
"Why are you still coming back!? Get lost!"

In a rage, Zhou Qing threw the clothes stay that he had just taken back in his hand.

"Snapped!"

The support smashed on the anti-theft door and broke into several pieces, but Deng Hongying quit, turned around hastily, and pulled Zhou Fan behind her, "Why are you crazy! You talk about your son every day, what do you want to do when you finally come back! Woo Woo..."

Zhou Fan looked at the back of his mother sobbing, and then at Zhou Qing, with heaving chest and trembling arms, the soreness in Zhou Fan's heart was indescribable.

"Mom and Dad! I was wrong!" Zhou Fan shed tears silently, stretched out his hands and gently placed them on Deng Yuying's shoulders.

Deng Hongying turned around, hugged her heart, and burst into tears.

Zhou Qing also raised his head and turned around.

This was such a strong man in Zhou Fan's memory, and how fragile he is now.

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"Son, it's good to be back, it's good to be back." Deng Hongying's eyes were red with pain, and she didn't let go of Zhou Fan's hand.

"Yeah." Zhou Fan nodded heavily. He thought there were many hurdles that he couldn't let go of. Only after he got home did he realize how easy it is to just disappear.

Zhou Qing sat at the other end of the tea table, poured himself a cup of tea, and his trembling hands caused a lot of tea to splash on the table.

"You still know how to come back!" The tone was much calmer.

"Stop saying a few words!" Deng Hongying glared at Zhou Qing.

"Son, don't leave when you come back this time." Deng Hongying looked at her son anxiously, as if he had lost weight again, "Your father cleans your house every day, it's very clean, and you sleep here at night."

"Nonsense, obviously you cleaned it up!"

Deng Hongying curled her lips and didn't say much.

Zhou Fan felt even more guilty when he heard it from the sidelines, and could only say, "Mom, I won't be back tonight, but I have to go back."

"Why go back! What's so good about your small rental house." Deng Hongying frowned. They had been to that small house before, and she didn't want her son to suffer any more.

Zhou Fan smiled wryly and said, "Mom, I'm starting a business now."

"Entrepreneurship?"

Zhou Qing, who was listening on the sidelines, also raised his eyebrows.

"You still start a business?"

Zhou Fan was speechless, it's really because I don't like his son, but that's right, what he has shown before is really not a thing.

"Yes, I'm going to open a breakfast shop now, keep my feet on the ground and make good money." Zhou Fan deliberately used the four words that Zhou Qing likes, down to earth.

Before Deng Hongying could speak, Zhou Qing sneered and said, "You are the only one who returns to the breakfast shop. Don't you know how much water is in your gourd? You can still sell breakfast hard if you don't touch Yangchun water with your hands?"

Deng Hongying couldn't stand it anymore, and she still stood by her son: "You bastard, how can my son be so miserable!"

"Hmph!" Zhou Qing raised his face, squatted the teacup on the table and stopped talking.

Zhou Fan was quite helpless in his heart, the result of his own making, right?But now he finally had a chance to make amends. He took out an insulated box from the bag he brought when he came.

Under the surprised eyes of the parents, the box was opened.

Two braised eggs lay quietly among them.

"Mom and Dad, try my craftsmanship." Zhou Fan smiled and brought the box in front of Deng Hongying.

Deng Hongying glanced at Zhou Fan, nodded and smiled, took an egg in her hand and ate it, and said with surprise, "It's delicious, son, who did you learn from?"

Zhou Fan walked towards Zhou Qing, bragging and replied: "I was just thinking about it myself."

"Dad, try it."

Zhou Qing had doubts on his face, always feeling that Deng Hongying was acting.

"Oh, do you want to eat it or not? If you don't eat it, I'll eat another one!" Deng Hongying glared impatiently.

"Hmph!" Zhou Qing picked up the marinated egg and tasted it. The frown on his forehead relaxed a lot, and he finished the egg in two bites.

"Well, it's okay."

"Hehehe!" Deng Hongying smiled and didn't say much.

Zhou Qing probably couldn't hold back, and became angry from embarrassment, "Why are you laughing!"

Zhou Fan smiled and sat down at the side. At this moment, the feeling of home came back.

Zhou Qing glanced at Zhou Fan, and said lightly, "Have you encountered difficulties in starting a business?"

Knowing a son is like a father, Zhou Qing hit the nail on the head with a word.

"Yeah." Zhou Fan nodded.

"How much do you want?" Zhou Qing picked up the teapot again, but poured two cups this time.

"Sixty thousand." Zhou Fan was having a hard time opening his mouth, but he still bit the bullet and said it.

"呲" Zhou Qing picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Dad, I didn't come back for money." Zhou Fan hurriedly explained that he just suddenly wanted to come back today and wanted to find a warm haven to warm his heart.

"Bullshit! I didn't know you were my son?" Zhou Qing snorted coldly and glared at Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan was speechless, his voice suppressed!

"Hongying, take out the gift money prepared for him." Deng Hongying, who was opposite Zhou Qingchao, said.

Deng Hongying thought for a while, then went into the bedroom without saying a word, and after a while, she took out a small wooden box that looked old at first glance.

When I opened it, I saw that there were a lot of gold and silver coins inside, and there was also an ICBC card. Deng Hongying took it out and handed it to Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing turned his head while holding the card, and said to Zhou Fan, "Son, some things are over and it's over! Don't worry about it. Parents will only have your son in this life. Let's solve any problems together."

Zhou Qing said and handed over the card in his hand.

"This money was originally intended to be used as a gift when you got married, but now I can see you doing something down-to-earth, which makes me very happy, so my parents will definitely support you, so you can use this money to start a business!"

"If we get married later, your mother and I will figure out a way."

Standing beside Zhou Qing, Deng Hongying smiled and nodded towards Zhou Fan.

Sometimes a smile is worth a thousand words.

"Dad, Mom, thank you." Zhou Fan had mixed feelings, as if he was being pulled in his heart.

"Silly son, we will always be your backers."

(End of this chapter)