Reborn at 90, taking space to counterattack and become rich

Chapter 17 Delivering food and arguing

Aunt Zhao was cooking in the kitchen when she heard a voice coming out and said, "It's Xiaoping here. Come in and sit down."

"Aunt, I brought some potatoes and cabbage." Yang Ping put the plastic bag in her hand on the ground, glanced at the room, and asked, "How have you been lately? Is Tangtang okay?"

Aunt Zhao poured a glass of water and put it on the table: "It's okay. Tangtang is doing well recently. I'll call her out."

"I'm going to see her." Yang Ping opened the door of the hut directly.

The girl was holding a comic book in her hand and wearing a Walkman headphones on her ears. She was so absorbed in reading that she didn't notice anyone coming in at all.

Yang Ping's eyes flashed with disdain, she reached out and took off her headphones, and smiled: "Tangtang, what are you listening to? Are you so fascinated?"

"Why are you here?" Xia Chutang looked irritated. He turned the comic book upside down on the table and frowned, "What's the matter?"

The girl's attitude was very bad. When Aunt Zhao heard this, she quickly scolded her: "Tangtang, talk to your aunt."

What happened to this child? I used to be very close to Yang Ping, so why do I feel like I'm meeting an enemy today?

Li Hui said that Xia Chutang hit Yang Ping with a stool in the hospital. Aunt Zhao still didn't believe it. But seeing her granddaughter's attitude today, she actually believed it.

I just don’t know why it suddenly changed?

"Tangtang, I'm your aunt. Can't I come and see you if you have nothing to do?" Yang Ping didn't care. She quickly glanced around the cabin and turned around and said, "Auntie, go and do your business. I and I Tangtang, please say a few words."

Aunt Zhao was cooking, and the electric stove was still burning, so she agreed smoothly: "Tangtang, have a good chat with your aunt."

The door of the hut closed, and the smile on Yang Ping's face halved, and she asked: "Tangtang, I heard from Minmin that you found a tutor? Can you introduce it to us? You and Minmin make up lessons together, which can be considered a match. A companion. Do you agree?"

Xia Chutang had already guessed Yang Ping's intention, twitching her lips and asked, "Do you think my mother can hire a tutor for me?"

"Isn't that right? Minmin said your English suddenly got better." Yang Ping didn't believe it and continued to test, "You didn't ask for a tutor, so who taught you spoken English?"

Xia Chutang shrugged her shoulders and said nonchalantly, "I just learned from the books."

Did you go to school by reading a book? Yang Pingcai didn't believe it.

If it is so easy to learn, why didn't you learn it before? Besides, if you want to improve your spoken English, you must speak more and practice more. How can Xia Chutang correct her previous accent without anyone's guidance?

Yang Ping herself has a college degree and knows the difficulty of learning English.

There is not a word of truth in this girl's mouth!

"Has your dad come to see you recently?" Yang Ping changed the subject and asked with a smile: "Last time you were hospitalized, he didn't come either."

"My dad works on the railway, who knows when he will come back?" Xia Chutang picked up the comic book again, put on a Walkman headset, and said perfunctorily: "Anyway, he won't give me pocket money. I don't know if he comes back or not. Same."

This is true. The relationship between Xia Chutang and her father is very bad. That man doesn't care much about Li Hui and his wife. He will beat people when he drinks too much.

Xia Chutang was beaten several times for no reason, so naturally she didn't like this father.

"Okay, I'll leave first." Yang Ping said as she left, she quickly grabbed Xia Chutang's headphones and put them on her ears, "What are you listening to?"

There were pop songs in the headphones, heart-wrenching love songs, which were played in the streets and alleys. Yang Ping had heard them on the road.

I thought it was an English tape.

"Hey, Tangtang is quite fashionable." Yang Ping took a long breath and smiled a little more on her face, "Then listen slowly, I'll leave first."

Xia Chutang rolled her eyes, showing off the look of a rebellious adolescent girl.

That day in the hospital, she hit Yang Ping with a chair. At school, she and Zhang Minmin also fell out, so they didn't have to pretend to be close.

Aunt Zhao saw Yang Ping coming out of the hut and persuaded her to stay: "Eat something before we go. I made pimple soup."

"No, I've already eaten." Yang Ping glanced at the large pot of sticky stuff in the kitchen pot, and she lost her appetite. "I'll come see you another day. You go in."

Aunt Zhao came back after sending Yang Ping out of the community. When she entered the house, she saw her granddaughter squatting on the ground and digging through the plastic bags Yang Ping had brought, with potatoes lying on the floor.

"Tangtang, this is the dish your aunt brought." Aunt Zhao's tone was full of gratitude. "Your aunt's family has always taken good care of us. Don't be petty. Look at your attitude when talking to your aunt today. How bad..."

Xia Chutang took out the potatoes and cabbage from the plastic bag, with cold eyes. The potatoes Yang Ping brought had sprouted, the cabbage leaves were wilted, and the roots were rotten.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Xia Chutang picked up a potato and said, "Grandma, look, this potato has sprouted. Our teacher said that sprouted potatoes cannot be eaten. They will be poisonous."

In my memory, my aunt's family did often "take care of" them, either bringing them fruits and vegetables, or giving them clothes and shoes.

It's just that the food is either bad or expired, and the clothes and shoes are old and shapeless.

I brought this bag of vegetables today because they were spoiled and inedible.

Even so, Aunt Zhao was still grateful and never felt there was any problem.

Aunt Zhao took the potatoes and looked at them, then put the potatoes on the ground back into the bag one by one. She didn't care, "Just peel them when they sprout. It's okay."

"Grandma, there are toxins in potatoes when they sprout. You really can't eat them." Xia Chutang grabbed the bag and said a little anxiously: "Just listen to me and throw it away. Let's buy some good ones later, okay?"

Aunt Zhao tightly grabbed the plastic bag and complained: "Oh, why can't you kid get along with the potatoes? Eat the sprouted ones just like you peel them. I've been eating like this all my life, isn't it good? Just don't eat it, I'll eat it. ."

"Grandma! If this is a good thing, why would they give it to us! They don't have good intentions!"

"Candy!"

Aunt Zhao sternly interrupted her granddaughter's words and criticized seriously: "You must have a conscience, but you can't forget about your origins when life gets a little better. If it weren't for your aunt's care these years, we wouldn't even have a place to live! You You can’t say unconscionable things, you know?”

Xia Chutang: "..."

"Okay, hurry up and wash your hands and eat." Aunt Zhao didn't want to talk about the child anymore, so she put the plastic bag away and urged: "After eating, you read a book and go to bed early."

Xia Chutang knew that she couldn't persuade her grandma, so she had no choice but to obey, wash her hands and serve the meal.

Aunt Zhao felt a lot relieved to see that Xia Chutang didn't make a fuss. Ever since her granddaughter entered high school, she had yelled at her whenever she disagreed with her, and had even touched her recently.

Aunt Zhao felt a little relieved to be so well-behaved today. It seemed that her granddaughter was sensible.

"Tangtang, these are my pickled peppers, you can try them." Aunt Zhao took two soy sauce peppers from the jar, "The pimple soup is bland, you can eat it with it."

Xia Chutang saw the chili pepper in the small porcelain plate and couldn't wait to take a bite. The familiar taste in her memory hit her taste buds and almost made her cry.

Since her grandma passed away, she has never tasted the same taste of pickled chili peppers. She has tried making them several times but has been unable to replicate them.

She used to disdain to eat, and she despised the cheap things in her heart, but later she realized how precious they were.

Seeing that her granddaughter was silent after taking a bite, Aunt Zhao thought that the child didn't like to eat, so she said cautiously: "If you don't like to eat, don't force it."

"Grandma, this chili is so delicious."

Xia Chutang rubbed the corners of her eyes and showed a big smile: "Can you teach me how to do it? I want to give some to my classmates."