[Han Zhang] One thought

39.

A few days after Han Wenqing returned to Q City, Zhang Xinjie reluctantly dragged him back to his parents' house. He pretended to be "enjoying family happiness", but in reality he returned home Then he found himself at the bottom of the food chain in the whole family, hopeless - even the cat had more status than him.

The scene at home is often——Zhang Xinjie and his father had a good conversation, while his mother had a great time playing with the cat, and only he was left slumped on the sofa watching the news broadcast, unable to change the channel—the remote control The remote control has long been Xiao Han's toy. This little guy who watches people order dishes is very pleasing to his mother. With her connivance, Xiao Han completely took the remote control as his own, adding scratches and tooth marks on it recklessly. .Every time Han Wenqing tried to reach out to take back the remote control, it would show its claws towards Han Wenqing, showing off its might.

It wasn't until his mother got up and entered the kitchen, and Zhang Xinjie followed suit, that he tried to regain his prestige in front of his cat—he stared at the black cat, stretched out his hand to it, and signaled it to hand in the remote control obediently, but Xiao Han still held the remote control domineeringly, looked at Han Wenqing with disdain, and gnawed a corner of the remote control as if nothing had happened.

Han Wenqing was completely irritated by its leisurely appearance, so he reached out to grab the remote control, while Xiao Han waved his paw with a grin, vowing to defend its sovereignty over the toy in his hand.One person and one cat competed for a long time, but Han Wenqing didn't take advantage of it. In a rage, he stretched out his hand to press the cat, and reached for the remote control with the other hand. The little guy was frightened, and immediately screamed and twisted. His head wanted to bite Han Wenqing.

"You big man, what's your rivalry with cats!"

Han Wenqing was stunned, turned his head and glanced at his own father with embarrassment, let go of his hands resentfully, and sat back in his original position.Xiao Han found a new backer, continued to nibble on the remote control leisurely, laid back carelessly, and spread out his belly in all directions, as if he was waiting for the "backer" to touch him.

Father Han still kept his reserved face, sitting upright and beckoning to the black cat less than half a meter away from him: "Xiao Han, come here!"

Han Wenqing, who was staring at the mobile phone, suddenly raised his head, but saw that his father was waving at the cat, and the black cat stayed still more reservedly, and immediately made Han Wenqing angry: "Cooperate with you What about calling the cat?"

"Can I still call you?"

Han's father was also very righteous, Han Wenqing thought about it, not only did his father never call him "Xiao Han", he didn't even call him by his first name. It made him feel unable to swallow this breath.But before he could say anything, he saw his father actively moved towards the cat, and hugged Xiao Han onto his lap.

Han Wenqing rolled his eyes, thinking "I can't live through this day", he simply got up, patted his butt, and walked into the kitchen.

"Want to help?" He poked his head into the kitchen, startling his mother and Zhang Xinjie who were leaning on the kitchen cabinet and chatting.

"No, no, just make some soup. You can sit with your dad." Mother Han waved at him with an impatient look on her face.

The corner of Han Wenqing's mouth twitched: "He's playing with cats."

Han's mother hadn't recovered yet, but Zhang Xinjie had already realized the problem—Han Wenqing didn't seem to have learned how to get along with his father, or in other words, both father and son were still in the stage of difficult exploration, and it was not so easy to shake hands and make peace.

He beckoned to Han Wenqing and asked him to take over the pot of soup.Han Wenqing strode in, grabbed a handful of vegetable leaves, and sprinkled them into the soup pot.

"Hey—this is catnip!" Zhang Xinjie panicked and wanted to reach out to stop it, but it was too late.

"It's okay, people can eat this thing." Han Wenqing also took a pair of chopsticks, stirred it into the soup pot, and put the lid on the pot.

"Ah?" The two "mother-in-law and daughter-in-law" standing on the side were dumbfounded.

"What Zhang Jiale said—it's called Nepeta mint, and their family uses this to stew braised pork."

"This..." Zhang Xinjie hesitated and scratched the back of his head, "Would people have any hallucinations after eating it?"

"Are you a cat?" Han Wenqing asked angrily.

"Last time you ate the mushrooms given by Zhang Jiale, and drove directly into the gate—it was the manager's car." Zhang Xinjie unceremoniously exposed Han Wenqing's "black history".

"That's because you haven't fried it well." Han Wenqing rolled his eyes and skillfully tossed the pot.

Zhang Xinjie was speechless for a while, and felt his face was hot for a while, but Han's mother was already bending over laughing, holding the door of the cabinet and laughing forward and backward.

"Where is your friend from?"

"The ones from City K... last time the ham was also sent by him."

"The eating habits in City K are indeed different from ours—but, Wen Qing, are you sure this thing is edible?"

"I don't dare to eat it," Zhang Xinjie gloated and chimed in, "Otherwise, it's all yours, right?"

Han Wenqing was about to take off the lid of the pot, but when he heard this, his hands trembled and he almost dropped the lid on the ground, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"Look, he hasn't eaten yet, and he can't even hold the lid of the pot steady." Mother Han nudged Zhang Xinjie with her elbow, and joked with a smile.

"Maybe he's already hallucinating, and he's busy watching villains fight..."

"Are you two finished?" Han Wenqing raised his eyes and glared at the two of them angrily, "Don't eat for a while!"

"Tsk, why did you talk to your mother?" Mother Han directly raised her hand and slapped Han Wenqing's ass, causing him to almost jump three feet high. .

He said he didn't dare to eat it, but when the pot of broth was served on the table, everyone moved their index fingers, and even Xiao Han scratched the foot of the table and kept "owing".

"Give it some soup?" Father Han suggested.

"Forget it," Mother Han waved her hand, "The soup that people drink is too salty for cats."

"Just let it be so hungry?"

Mother Han immediately turned her head and gave orders to Han Wenqing: "Go, open a can for it."

"Open again? Can it eat so much? It's almost fattening into a ball..."

"If you are told to go, you will go. Where are you talking so much?"

Han Wenqing held back his anger, got up and opened a can for Xiao Han, and when he put it in front of it, he still pretended to give it a fierce look, while Xiao Han stretched out his tongue confidently, lowered his head and ate .

What made Han Wenqing even more angry was that when he returned to the dinner table, he found that no one in the family was waiting for him and had already begun to divide up the pot of broth.The fragrance of nepeta and mint neutralizes the oiliness of the broth, and also brings an unusual fragrance that whets the appetite.Even Zhang Xinjie drank the soup without feeling guilty, and had already put the words "I dare not eat" to the sky.

"Don't tell me, your friend in City K is pretty good at eating." Mother Han sighed while drinking the soup.

"Which friend from City K?" Father Han interrupted suddenly.

Zhang Xinjie was chewing the vegetables, and there was no time to swallow them down, so Han Wenqing could only bite the bullet and explain, "Zhang Jiale, a former colleague."

"Oh, I have an impression, the one from Hundred Blossoms? I remember there were people fighting for him..."

"Uncle also cares about this?" Zhang Xinjie finally swallowed the food in his mouth and asked in surprise.

"Hmm..." Father Han replied sullenly, and didn't speak any more.Sitting beside him, Mother Han glanced at her husband, then at her son, with a complicated look on her face.

On the opposite side, Han Wenqing buried his face in the bowl without saying a word, leaving only the top of his hairy head to his parents. He was chomping at the food, but he had no appetite, so he had to forcefully stuff the food in his mouth down his throat. Time almost choked.

"Slow down..." Zhang Xinjie persuaded in a low voice, pushing a glass of water towards him.

"Ah."

"These years when you were not at home—" Mother Han hesitated and said, "We also watched your games... At first I couldn't understand it, and your dad even bought a bunch of magazines, studying other people's magazines every day. How should I put it, I cut out all the articles that mentioned you, pasted them in a notebook, and read them over and over in bed before going to bed... When someone said you were not good, he would scold you—"

"What are you talking about?" Father Han interrupted angrily.

"You're so nervous at home every day, why don't you let me tell you?" Han's mother was also anxious. She put down her chopsticks, glared at her husband, and then looked at Han Wenqing and Zhang Xinjie who were opposite him. Scolding, if I persuade him to scold ten sentences, if he can correct this stinking problem, will Wen Qing not be able to stay at home for more than ten years?"

"You still talk about me, what kind of virtue do you have? I asked you to find your son and you twisted your neck and refused to go. Are you still relying on me now?"

"You want your son to go by yourself? What's the matter with me? You don't know the way and you don't know how to ask?"

"Are you done yet?" Han Wenqing threw the bowls and chopsticks and stood up abruptly, startling everyone at the table, and even the cat at the foot of the table blew up. .

Zhang Xinjie hastily reached out to grab the corner of his clothes, motioning him to sit down first.

Han Wenqing sat back in the chair with a "boom", his lips were tightly pursed, as if he was planning something.Zhang Xinjie saw that the momentum was not right, so he rushed to the front and said, "Uncle, Auntie, in fact...Wen Qing has been wanting to come back and take a look these years. It's just that the team is busy, so..."

"I know," Mother Han shook her head with a wry smile, raised her chin in Han Wenqing's direction, and lowered her voice, "This child still hates us, and when he came back, he was still in Cao Ying and his heart was in Han. It's like a gust of wind back and forth, and it disappears after a while..."

This time even Zhang Xinjie didn't speak, the people at the table just remained silent, and white mist rose from the soup pot, blurring each other's faces.

At this time, Xiao Han seemed to understand the atmosphere around him, he straightened up and jumped onto Han Wenqing's thigh.

"What are you messing with again?" Han Wenqing was stunned, didn't this little guy always ignore him?

"Wipe his mouth." Zhang Xinjie pulled out a pet wipe from his pocket as if by magic, and handed it to Han Wenqing.

Han Wenqing had no choice but to take the wet towel, turned the cat over, and wiped the food residue from the corner of its mouth. Seeing someone serving him, Xiao Han became fussy again, unwilling to cooperate in every possible way, and Han Wenqing was sweating profusely dripping.

But after Xiao Han made such a fuss, the atmosphere at the dinner table returned to harmony. Han's mother served Zhang Xinjie a bowl of soup, and took Han Wenqing's bowl to add some food.

After Han Wenqing dismissed Xiao Han, he looked up again and found that there was a bowl full of food in front of him, and the meat in the bowl was piled up like a hill.He was startled, picked up the chopsticks hesitantly, picked up a piece of meat, and handed it to his father's bowl.

Father Han was stunned by the sudden piece of meat, and after a long while, he lowered his head and began to nibble on the piece of meat silently.The dinner table returned to calm, and the mist in the soup pot distilled again, bringing a touch of warm tones to the lights in the whole room, which looked like a scene from an old movie.

TBC