"It's already March, okay? The school has been almost a month since it started. Also, don't change the topic to me. You've explained it clearly to me. How has it gone crazy this month? If you don't give me an explanation today, this matter is not over." My mother suddenly pinched Zhang Kun's ear, then twisted it hard, and said loudly.

"It hurts and it hurts..." Zhang Kun tilted his head hard, while carefully holding his mother's hand that twisted his ears and shouted.

At this time, the grandmother next to her couldn't see it and glared at her mother with her eyes: "You are not young, why are you still like a child? If you want to talk, just talk well. What are you going to do? Let go."

"Mom." Mom looked at her grandmother with her mouth and finally, under her glaring, she reluctantly let go of her hand that was pinching Zhang Kun's ears.

Zhang Kun hurriedly rubbed his twisted red ears and hid beside his grandmother. At this time, his grandmother's face calmed down, and then he looked over with a kind smile: "Zhang Kun, I'm back so early in the morning and haven't had breakfast yet. There is the noodles that your mother just cooked in the kitchen. Go and eat some."

At this time, the mother next to her curled her lips and muttered, "I only made two bowls of this, and you and mine didn't make his part."

Grandma didn't say anything, but turned her head and glared at her mother fiercely, then turned around, but her face changed to a kind smile: "It's okay, I'll eat my grandma's, grandma will take it for you."

As he said that, my grandmother walked towards the kitchen with a crutch. After turning around, she brought back a bowl of hot noodles. The white noodles were sprinkled with green scallions, and the clear soup was filled with sweet chicken soup. At the top, there was a fried golden and crisp poached egg.

It looked like appetite. Zhang Kun swallowed the saliva in his mouth and then wanted to pick up the noodles from his grandmother's hand. But suddenly, a "killing" gaze shot from the side.

Zhang Kun paused all over, then looked at the mother who looked innocent from the corner of his eyes. He immediately shrank back halfway, and then smiled awkwardly at his grandmother: "How can I eat yours? Grandma, you eat, you eat, I will put it myself, go down myself."

As he said that, Zhang Kun ran all the way and rushed into the kitchen. The water in the pot on the stove was still boiling. He found the noodles and threw them in it. Then he took out the dishes and chopsticks next to him, prepared himself, poured hot water, and finally poured a scoop of stewed hen soup.

Scall the cooked noodles into a bowl, sprinkle with green scallions, and a bowl of fragrant noodles with chicken sauce will be released.

Zhang Kun walked out of the kitchen with a smile on his face, and saw his mother and grandmother sitting on the small table under the eaves eating. Zhang Kun hurriedly brought a stool and came over.

Looking at the noodles that Zhang Kun had just cooked, grandma's face was full of smiles: "Zhang Kun's noodles are getting better and better, it smells good, come on, eat another poached egg."

Grandma said, and put the poached eggs in her bowl and put them in Zhang Kun's bowl, but Zhang Kun quickly picked up the bowl: "Grandma, you eat, you eat, this is what mom makes for you."

Looking at Zhang Kun's appearance, grandma glared slightly: "Why, I still think the grandma's bowl is dirty? I'll eat it as soon as you want to eat. Grandma is at home every day. Do you want to eat it? How long have you been back? Try it quickly. This is the egg laid by the old hen in your home. It is nutritious and nourishing."

Listening to grandma's words, Zhang Kun smiled bitterly, and finally asked grandma to put the poached egg into his bowl.

Zhang Kun felt very fragrant when eating under the poached eggs.

After eating the noodles in a while, my grandmother's bowl was basically clean. Although she looked older, her appetite was quite large. With a large bowl of noodles, she only had some soup and water left.

After eating the noodles, my grandmother turned around and entered the house, saying that yesterday, my uncle next door sent some specialties his son brought back from abroad and went to find them for Zhang Kun to taste.

After grandma left, my mother packed the dishes and chopsticks alone, while Zhang Kun sat there silently, as if silent.

After my mother poured out all the remaining soup in the bowl, Zhang Kun suddenly raised his head and looked at his mother. His face was not good, and a smile was barely squeezed out from the corner of his mouth: "Mom, can you ask you a question?"

My mother, who was packing the dishes, was stunned, and then looked at Zhang Kun strangely: "What?"

"Why did you wish I could go to a university at the beginning?"

My mother looked at Zhang Kun strangely, and then suddenly a hint of laughter appeared on her face: "So you are still upset about this."

My mother rubbed Zhang Kun’s head hard, and then said as if she recalled: “Why do you hope you can go to a university? It seems that I heard from a knowledgeable person a long time ago that college is an indispensable stage in a person’s life experience. If a person has not been to university, then his life is incomplete.”

"It's like a man is not married and a woman has no children, it's a pity."

"I don't want you to regret it in the future. In addition, although our family is poor, it is not short of your college tuition. Not to mention ordinary universities, even if you can pass the exam, our family will sell their own money and houses, and they will support you."

Zhang Kun looked stunned: "That's it?"

My mother also looked at Zhang Kun with a strange look on her face: "Yes, that's it."

Zhang Kun stayed for a long time, and then at some point, the lingering that had been lingering in his heart began to slowly untickle it, and a real smile appeared on his face: "Thank you, mom."

...

In this way, Zhang Kun finally settled down at home with peace of mind, as if the fallen leaves returned to the roots and the tired birds returned to the forest.

After returning home, Zhang Kun's life gradually became simpler. He no longer had to wander around all day. He chatted with his grandmother every morning, cooked with his mother, and went to nearby cards in the afternoon to watch others play cards, and occasionally went to the river to fish. Uh, even if it was all day, Zhang Kun never came back.

Or you may bask in the sun when the weather is good, find a place with good scenery to read books, and go to bed when you are tired. Life is simple and fulfilling, and it is rare to be leisurely.

On that day, the sun was just right, neither hot nor cold, and the spring breeze was gentle. Zhang Kun took the fishing rod and prepared to go out for fishing. At this time, my mother hurriedly walked out from outside and shouted: "Zhang Kun, go to the third uncle next door to borrow their tricycle. Aunt Liu had a cold and fever, and her forehead was very hot. She quickly sent it to the township hospital."

Hearing his mother's greeting, Zhang Kun said nothing, threw the fishing rod aside, and then trotted to his third uncle's house next door.

It is said that it is next door, but it is still twenty or thirty meters away. However, in the countryside, the land is vast and the population is sparse, and each household is one hundred or eighty meters away, which can be considered next door.
Chapter completed!