When the phoenix man meets the peacock man

It's all like this, let alone working overtime, Zong Yuheng simply can't even go to work, and asks for leave to take care of the children.

Zong Doudou's fever is also a bit stubborn. He has a fever every afternoon, and then he takes some medicine and injections and then subsides in the evening. It has been like this for several days.The doctor comforted me by saying that children are prone to intractable low-grade fever like this.

But Zong Yuheng didn't dare to take it lightly, and carried Zong Doudou to the community hospital for an injection at noon every day. On the way back, in order to comfort him for his hard work, he would buy him some delicious cakes, ice cream, candies, etc. at the corner convenience store. of.

Zong Doudou lay on his brother's back while licking the lollipop and said, "Brother, it's good to be sick."

Zong Yuheng snorted and said, "Aren't you afraid of getting injections and taking medicine? Crying like that!"

Zong Doudou argued: "But if you are sick, you don't have to do your homework. My brother will play with me and buy me delicious food."

Zong Yuheng said: "...In short, being sick is not good. You will understand when you grow up. You should take medicine and injections obediently, and get better soon."

For dinner, their family ate egg fried rice with eggplant.What Zong Yuheng basically does now is that he still can't master the heat well. The egg fried rice is a bit mushy, the eggplant is not rotten enough, it is still a whole tree, and the inside, especially the root, has no taste.

Zong Doudou has a good spleen and stomach since he was a child, and he is not too picky. If he is hungry, he can eat whatever he has. It is delicious to eat like a pig with his face buried in his rice bowl.

Zong Yuheng couldn't do it anymore, he was picky about what he ate, not to mention his own cooking was a bit unpalatable, he had to eat a few bites to fill his stomach.

Looking at my brother's request for another bowl, although to some extent it was a kind of affirmation of my achievements, I still couldn't help sighing and said, "Didou, how can you eat so much?"

Zong Doudou misunderstood it sensitively, looked at it uneasily, and said: "Brother... Am I going to make my family poor again?... Then I won't eat, and Doudou won't be hungry anymore." It was very pitiful Drop your head and shrug your shoulders or something.

"Hey! You are enough! Who said you won't eat it! It makes me feel like I'm abusing you! I mean how can you eat such a bad taste?!"

Zong Doudou was a little unable to answer his question that seemed not difficult but also seemed quite difficult. After thinking about it, he whispered, "You are hungry..."

Zong Yuheng had no choice but to fill him with a big bowl with a sharp tip angrily, scraped the bottom of the pot with a spoon, added it to him, and put it in front of him, "Then you will be full!"

Just as Zong Doudou was about to eat again happily, Zong Yuheng added leisurely beside him, "It must be very enjoyable to eat you once at the end of the fattening year, hehe."

Zong Doudou trembled and cried, and went over to hold his thighs and shook his hands to pray, "Brother! Don't eat Doudou, Doudou is still a child, he has no meat, so it's not good to eat."

The two brothers were fighting, and Feng Tao came to visit with his things.

Zong Doudou was crying and wiping away his tears, Feng Tao said: "What's wrong?" Looking at the dining table, it was a little clear, "Is it because your brother's cooking is not tasty?"

Zong Yuheng said: "Nonsense! I cried because the food I cooked was so delicious!" - Well, he wasn't actually lying.

Feng Tao is still very good at seeing the essence through the phenomenon, and quickly grasped the key to solving the problem. He unhurriedly took out a toy gun and a piece of jelly from his bag, and Chongzong teased him, " Hey! Doudou, this is for you."

Zong Doudou really took it with tears in his eyes, put the gun in his pants, and went to open the bag of jelly. When he couldn't open it with weak hands for a while, he handed it back to Feng Tao silently. It was torn apart.

Zong Yuheng found out and said seriously: "Don't eat it! Don't eat those snacks before you finish your meal." He was a little bit contemptuous of his younger brother, and a little favor was like a puppy who leaned over and had no position.

Zong Doudou said: "I'm full, and now I can't eat anything but jelly."

Feng Tao just chuckled, stuffed the jelly to Doudou, poked his head in a huff and encouraged him, "It's okay, let's eat."

Zong Doudou felt that Feng Tao was easy-going, so he liked Feng Tao and was happy to share his thoughts with him, so he said, "Uncle, can you tell my brother not to fatten me up and eat me? "

Zong Yuheng was about to go mad with anger, and said loudly, "Zong Doudou!"

Feng Tao asked Zong Doudou seriously, "Why did you tell me? Your brother doesn't listen to me either."

Zong Doudou looked at his brother a little timidly, and turned around to beg Feng Tao, "He listens to you, you are his boss. Uncle, please beg my brother for me."

Zong Yuheng was so angry that he stepped forward to pick up Zong Doudou, carried him upstairs, and scolded: "Turn your elbows out! You go upstairs for him!! Don't come down tonight!"

When he came downstairs angrily and saw Feng Tao, he said with a bad face, "You haven't left yet!"

Feng Tao said: "Hehe... the fat boy is more fun than when he was a child. You raised him well."

Zong Yuheng snorted coldly and said, "You don't need to comment on our family's affairs."

Feng Tao rubbed his nose and pointed to the things he had brought, "They are all nutritional supplements. If the child is sick, he should give some supplements—you still feed the sick child at night, how can you do that?" Such hard-to-digest egg fried rice?"

Zong Yuheng originally wanted to kick him out, but it seemed that there was more to the meaning of what he heard. He hesitated for a while, thinking that it would be better not to miss this opportunity to learn, and Zi said: Don't be ashamed to ask.

He just said bluntly: "Otherwise what would you do?"—In fact, it was not easy for him to learn how to cook fried rice with eggs.

Feng Tao said: "Don't you think about what I would have done for you if you were sick?"

Zong Yuheng thought for a long time, "Porridge?"

"Is there only porridge?"

"--if not?"

"...You really don't remember to eat. It's useless to feed you so many delicious things. When you were sick, I made different porridge every night, abalone porridge, preserved egg porridge, pumpkin porridge, and barley porridge. Grow porridge. In addition, there are some delicious kimchi, radish, squid in sauce, saury and so on," Feng Tao took off his clothes and rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen, saying, "Come here and I will teach you a few tricks. The child has raised milk and fat, and you are still beautiful!"

Zong Yuheng followed unwillingly, muttering: "What's the big deal, it's just that you can cook a few broken dishes..." Suddenly thought of something, and asked a little strangely, "Don't you have to work overtime today? What time will you put Everyone let go?"

Feng Tao said: "It just so happens that there is not so much work today-you should be humble and study hard. I am not so capable of teaching you every day, and not everyone is as kind as I am."

That night Feng Tao personally demonstrated how to make a porridge base, and taught him how to add various ingredients to it to make different porridges. He took out a locked box and put the soup and juice in it, and told him to marinate it in a few days, then take it out and cut it up with scissors before eating.

He helped him tidy up the refrigerator, and then he tidied up the whole kitchen, and unceremoniously ordered Zong Yuheng to do this and that, and from time to time he kept saying, "Look at you, A 30-year-old adult, with a child, lives like this. The kitchen was so clean when I was here, but now it’s so good, there is no dust, if you don’t know how to do it, let the housekeeper do it. I I’ll give you so much salary every month, it’s still enough to cover the expenses—can’t you just wipe the stove off after cooking?! Otherwise, the oil stains will be very difficult to deal with.” While talking, he bent down and used a wire ball Rub hard or something.

Zong Yuheng was still a little angry at first, and resisted from time to time, but later he had to hypnotize himself, "Forget it, anyway, let's treat him as a free laborer. He doesn't spend money. He likes to talk."

But because Feng Tao was really verbose and annoying, he was kicked out by Zong Yuheng as soon as he put down the rag to indicate that work was over.

Feng Tao said: "I've been working at your house all night, can you give me something to drink?"

Zong Yuheng said coldly and arrogantly: "No. You also know that you are late at night, and it is almost ten o'clock now, and you can almost get off work when you work overtime. Mr. Feng, you should go back early." Then he shut Feng Tao off outside the door.

Feng Tao turned around helplessly. Facing the sky full of stars, he stretched his waist and stretched his muscles. Before getting into the car, he saw his figure on the reflective mirror of the car. He stopped and looked at himself sideways. He even deliberately lifted up his shirt to look at his stomach, and finally concluded that—in fact, his figure is not bad, not as uncle-like as Zong Yuheng said.

However, in the past two days, he has consciously controlled his intake of sugar and fat, and even went to a fitness club in the same building as their company to apply for a gold card.

Zong Doudou got the patient’s standard meal the next morning, white soft and glutinous porridge, served with freshly baked steamed buns (his brother went out to buy it himself in the morning.) There is also a plate of pickled rice. Very good spicy cabbage.

Zong Doudou originally reminded himself to eat less and not to be fat or anything, but he didn't look good, and he forgot after eating, and drank three bowls of porridge in a row.

Fortunately, his brother didn't say anything about fattening and eating meat. Zong Doudou thinks it's better to behave well from the next meal. If he is better, it will be easier to handle, and according to his observation, his brother doesn't love him too much. eat meat.

However, the next meal will always be the next meal. Afterwards, Zong Yuheng's cooking skills became golden fingers, (compared to nothing before.) He made several delicious meals one after another, and Zong Doudou couldn't control it. My own diet is just so delicious and delicious. After a few days of sleep, my illness will be cured.

On the night before Zong Doudou was going to school, Zong Yuheng looked at his sleeping brother in the dark with insomnia, and was seriously worried—should he send the child to live in school?

Tomorrow he will go back to work. If Doudou doesn't go to live in school, he will continue to follow him like this. Overtime work is a big problem. If this job is to be done well, it will not work without overtime. If it is not done well... Although Feng Tao seems It's not enough to fire him, but when he thinks of the discussions behind the ABCD letters in the tea room, his self-esteem is not allowed.

But if sending the child to boarding, Zong Yuheng thought of all the bad memories of his boarding, and felt a little like throwing the lamb into the wolves.Doudou's house is still so small, he will definitely be bullied inside...so contradictory.

The next morning, Zong Yuheng had gothic dark circles under his eyes again, and he asked Zong Doudou gloomily, "Doudou, if my brother can no longer take care of you and sends you out, will you be sad? "

Zong Doudou listened, blinked, jumped up and hugged his brother's neck regardless of the state of his bare buttocks, crying: "Brother, don't sell me... Woohoo, it's really not possible...You raise me Fat me to eat meat at the end of the year...don't sell me now..."

Zong Yuheng was annoyed by crying, so he said: "Who sold you! Are you worth money?!—I mean, would you be sad if I sent you to live in school?"

Zong Doudou was still sensible after all, he wiped away his tears, blinked and said, "What is living in school?"

Zong Yuheng explained to him patiently, saying that living in school means living in school.Go to class during the day and sleep with the children at night.He also said that his brother didn't want to do this either, but because of work, if he was taken care of like this, maybe he would still get sick.

Zong Doudou lowered his head and thought for a while, (during this period his brother put on his pants.) and said, "Will my brother pick me up on weekends?"

Zong Yuheng said, "Uh...you kind of understand it."

Zong Doudou nodded, "When I was in the kindergarten, some students were in the nursery school. They lived in the kindergarten when we were out of school, and their parents came to pick them up on weekends."

Zong Yuheng said sadly: "If you don't want to, forget it, brother will find a way."

Zong Doudou said loudly: "As long as my brother doesn't sell me, doesn't fatten me up and eat meat, and picks me up on weekends, I'm willing to be entrusted."

In the end, Zong Yuheng transferred Zong Doudou's school from OO Primary School to XX Primary School. By the way, the corresponding fee was increased from [-] a year to [-] a year. For the sake of the future of this family, he could only do this.

On the day when Zong Doudou was sent in hand in hand, he knelt down to be at the same level as Zong Doudou, pressed the child's immature shoulders sadly, and said, "Doudou, my brother doesn't want to send you here either—it's just temporary, I promise, I will pick you up when my brother earns enough money."

Zong Doudou nodded, then patted Zong Yuheng on the shoulder and said, "Brother, you don't have to worry about me. I've grown up. You should work hard outside and make money. Take me home early."

Zong Yuheng's tears couldn't be held back again - obviously he had made up his mind not to get red circles at every turn, like a woman, but...

He tried his best to look strong, and said to Zong Doudou: "You have to take care of yourself. If anyone bullies you, whether it is a classmate or a teacher, you have to tell your brother, and he will give you back!"

Zong Doudou nodded, and when the bell rang, Zong Doudou walked in with his schoolbag on his back, turning his head and waving goodbye to his brother from time to time.

At the moment when the child's back disappeared into the shadow of the teaching building, Zong Yuheng couldn't help crying.

At noon, Zong Doudou was led to the dormitory by the class leader. The conditions here are actually very good, and the accommodation fee of [-] yuan a year is not free.There are four children in each room, which is fully equipped, and there are wisdom trees on the wall. The first grade is almost the same as the kindergarten, and there are nursing aunts, but more attention is paid to cultivating children's independent ability, training them to dress and wash by themselves. Toilets and things like that.

Zong Dou came into the room, looked left and right, up and down, the other three children had already moved in when school started, and they were obediently standing by his bed at this time, welcoming them in a friendly and polite manner. New kid's shoes.

The teacher gave Zong Doudou a brief introduction, and said, "You two will be friends living together from now on, so get along well." Then he left.

As soon as she left, Zong Doudou proudly looked at the three well-behaved and pure children like a general, and suddenly stepped on the small chair with his short legs, and said fiercely: "Hey! You guys will be me in the future." I'm a soldier! Listen to me!"

One of the little friends tilted his head a little anarchically and said, "Why?"

Zong Doudou thought for a while, then stomped his feet and said, "Because I eat too much! I can eat five bowls of rice in one meal! I am stronger than you! You can't beat me!!" Roar~~

The two children shrank their shoulders. They were completely shocked by the five bowls of rice. Only one child refused to accept it, saying that he could also eat five bowls of rice.

Zong Doudou said: "Don't follow me! I said to eat five bowls of rice first!"

While talking, the two children started fighting, one of the other two avoided, and the other cried out in fright.

Zong Doudou hugged the dissatisfied person and rolled all over the floor, while threatening with hatred in his mouth: "When my brother comes, he will let him beat you! My brother is so powerful!! He said who bullied me Just sell him...or just fatten him up and eat meat at the end of the year!"

Zong Yuheng was a little absent-minded at work this day, thinking that his little Doudou would definitely be bullied at school, he couldn't help but secretly blushed, and even hid in the bathroom and cried silently for two times.

The author has something to say: Recently, a certain chrysanthemum is recruiting young people. This evening, when I was walking in the open air of the LX community, a place for uncles and aunts to exercise, there was a six or seven-year-old boy wandering around me. , and then swinging on another leg-swinging machine, and accosting me, all of a sudden, saying, "I'm going to swing like this."

A certain chrysanthemum looked down and sneered, "It's because you are short that you can swing."

Mrs. Xiaozheng quickly defended herself, "It's not because I'm short, but because I'm strong—I eat five bowls of rice at a time." Then he further added, "I'll go to the toilet after eating." He also explained in detail that he went to the toilet How urgent his desire was, he didn't even close the door, and then almost didn't hold back or anything.

Then the kid bragged to a stranger about how rich their family was, the new car his father bought, how powerful his mother's cell phone was, and how his father couldn't hold the money in his pocket when he came back in the middle of the night every day. To the guest...it turned out to be a rich second generation from a taxi driver's family...

Kid, why are you showing off your wealth to the old me?