Stepmother Reborn: Dad, my mom hasn't hit me for three days

In just one week, almost all the goods that Zhang Xiuhua brought were sold out, leaving only a few feet of cloth and a few out-of-stock clothes.

The leather jacket was left to Youcai, as it was an adult size and he was the only one in the family who could wear it. I asked Tielihua to help me sew crossbody bags for the girls in the family. The size of this bag was only as big as a wallet. This style is usually given as a gift on children's clothes.

Suddenly the day of the banquet arrived and all the adults and children in the family went to help.

Hongxia was admitted to Capital University of Technology, where she studied computer science, a major that will be very popular in the future, so she won't have to worry about not finding a job.

He also received the admission letter, which was for the culinary major at Huaguo Agricultural University that he had applied for.

The whole family went over to help. Zhang Xiuhua was responsible for serving the dishes, and Youcai assisted Old Man Xu.

The villagers came to the banquet and complimented Xu Chunying on her ability to teach her children. Both of her children were admitted to university. They also said that Hongwen would surely have a good future.

If Hongwen can become the top scorer in the high school entrance examination, his grades will only be higher than those of his older brothers and sisters in the future.

Xu Chunying felt quite proud. This year, several families in the village had children taking the college entrance examination, and Hongxia had the best score. She had every right to be proud.

She was proud, but other families were not so proud, especially the captain's family.

Song Lianhua also came to the banquet. When she saw Zhang Xiuhua, she asked her if she wanted to host the banquet.

Zhang Xiuhua said Youcai didn't want to do it, "This kid can't sit still all day. He has to go out and wander around."

Song Lianhua said sourly, "The child did so well in the exam, you should get him the marriage. Don't be partial just because you are his stepmother."

No one in the village has ever said that Zhang Xiuhua is partial. Because the children in the family have never felt unfair, they will not say it to others. Hearing Song Lianhua's tone, Zhang Xiuhua laughed, "If he doesn't do it, what can I do? As a parent, I have to respect him. As for whether I am partial or not, you have to decide!"

Youcai heard Aunt Zhang calling his name and answered, "What's wrong? Aunt Zhang."

Zhang Xiuhua deliberately asked him in front of everyone, "Youcai, I held a banquet for Jidong, not for you. Do you think Aunt Zhang is biased?"

Youcai shook his head, "I'm not partial. You asked me before, and I don't want to do it. Trouble!"

In front of so many people, she asked the child so carelessly that Song Lianhua's face turned black because other people in the village looked at her with condemning eyes.

Stepmothers are prone to gossip. At most, others will mutter a few words behind her back. But she is so bad that she is trying to sow discord among them in front of such a young man. This is ill-intentioned.

After finishing her meal, Song Lianhua left in shame, avoiding Zhang Xiuhua.

After the banquet, Zhang Xiuhua finished her meal and then took the children home under the moonlight.

"Aunt Zhang, you said you rented a space in that mall for a month?"

Zhang Xiuhua nodded, "Yes. But I've sold out my goods." She raised her eyebrows and glanced at Youcai, "Do you have any ideas?"

"I want to sell something." Youcai couldn't stay idle. "Do you think I can sell food?"

Zhang Xiuhua thought about it carefully and said, "It should be possible. But the place is too small and there are no tables or benches for guests to sit on."

You need a place to eat, unless he is selling braised food.

Youcai shook his head, "No! I want to sell Jiang Province's cold noodles, cold skin, and rolled noodles."

Forget about the giant salamander, there is a sweet oil seasoning in it that he can't get.

Zhang Xiuhua didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You can go if you want. But you have to buy plastic bags and foam boxes."

The reason why I didn’t buy plastic boxes was that food-grade plastic boxes were not yet popular at that time and were not available in the Northeast.

When they arrived at the door, Zhang Xiuhua took out the key to open the door. Suddenly, a dark figure jumped out from the haystack, scaring everyone. They thought it was another chicken thief!

Youcai pointed the flashlight at him, but the man covered it with his hand, "Youcai! Don't shine it! It's me!"

Hearing Guoxiang's voice, Youcai walked over and said, "What are you doing? Why are you hiding here? It's so scary."

Guoxiang was aggrieved, with tears in his voice, "Youcai, I am suffering so much."

Seeing a grown man crying, Youcai felt ashamed and hurriedly dragged him into the yard, "What's going on? Who bullied you?"

Guoxiang glanced at the others and hesitated to speak.

Seeing the children looking gossipy, Zhang Xiuhua urged them to wash up quickly.

Zhuzhu still refused to sleep, so Zhang Xiuhua reminded her, "I have to go see my sister tomorrow. If you can't get up, I won't take you with me."

When Zhuzhu heard that her mother was going to leave her, she quickly ran to wash up and go to bed.

Youcai took Guoxiang into his room, got on the kang without taking off his shoes, and asked him what was going on.

Guoxiang then told the story. He received a letter from his father. His poor grades disappointed his father, who did not plan to let him go to school and planned to take him to work in the south next year.

Youcai didn't understand why he was crying, "You don't want to work?"

"Not really! My dad scolded me. I..." Guoxiang has been a little bully in the family since he was young. Usually, people with this kind of personality are spoiled by their families. He felt ashamed and a little difficult to accept when he was suddenly scolded. Especially when his family compared him with Youcai, and Youcai was admitted to university, but he was not. This kind of comparison built a wall in his heart. He didn't understand why his family did this. He and Youcai were good brothers, why did he compare with Youcai? He argued with his family, and his family scolded him for not being enterprising.

Guoxiang covered his face, wanting to cry out of grievance, "Why did they scold me like that? If I didn't get into college, would I no longer be their grandson?"

Youcai sighed, "Let them scold for a few days! This matter will eventually pass."

Guoxiang couldn't get over it. He suddenly had a thought: Is it conditional that his grandparents and parents love him? They raised him because they wanted him to be successful. If he didn't succeed, they would feel that their investment in the past 18 years had gone down the drain. They would turn their backs on him.

He didn't want to think that way, but when he heard them scolding him and despising him, he couldn't help but think that way.

"I just heard that you were going to sell cold noodles? Can I go with you?"

Youcai looked at him in surprise, "You?"

"Yes!" Guo Xiang was a little unconvinced, "If you can sell it, why can't I? I will sell it for you without any wages. Just give me food. I don't want to go home these days."

Youcai has always been a rough person, but he always felt that Guoxiang was a little weird this time. However, his IQ was not enough to understand what Guoxiang was thinking, so he nodded and agreed, "Okay! Let's go. It just so happens that none of them want to go."

Yaoyao will be in the third year of junior high school in the second half of the year, and the school will have to make up for the missed classes. She has to go to school. At that time, education was not so restricted.

Jilin had been busy for the past few days and was exhausted. And since Youcai didn't pay him, he was too lazy to help.

Zhuzhu is not at home because she is going to the provincial sports team with Zhang Xiuhua to see Baolin.

After all, they are just a group of children. When they are tired of playing, they just want to rest.

Youcai wanted to try whether his cooking skills could make money. He thought there was only one criterion for judging the quality of cooking: if the customer is willing to pay, it means the dish is delicious!