Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 692 The "Name" That Cannot Be Given

"Here."

Chen walked into the living room and handed Huang Cancan an expensive L'Oréal skincare set: "This is a gift from my mom. Remember to take it with you after you finish eating."

Sister Muscle Trembling wasn't a country bumpkin; she knew the price of this box was much higher than that French silk scarf.

"This is far too valuable."

She hesitated, wondering if the aunt would think she was a woman who "takes advantage of small things" if she accepted the gift.

Actually, what does a box of cosmetics costing several thousand yuan mean to Chen Zhejia now?
It's nothing to Huang Cancan, the female host of the TV station!
She was used to placing herself in a very low position in this relationship, so when she received unexpected kindness, she felt a sense of unease and trepidation.

"Take it if it's offered to you."

Chen smiled and stuffed the cosmetics into Huang Cancan's arms, his fingertips accidentally brushing against her full breasts, but only Huang Cancan herself felt it.

"That's right, Xiao Huang, why are you refusing?"

My aunt also encouraged me, saying, "Who knows, you might get married and become family in the future."

These middle-aged rural women with big butts are the least able to keep their mouths shut. They'll say whatever comes to mind, whether it's reasonable or not, just to get their tongues shut first.

Chen Zhe was also a bit speechless. Did they have to get married to become a family?
"Wife" means family.

Isn't a "daughter" part of the family?
Unlike Chen Zhe's carefree jokes, Huang Cancan's cheeks were flushed.

The word "marriage" had just made her heart tremble.

She had never even imagined standing publicly next to Chen Zhe, let alone "getting married".

But in that instant, a blurry image uncontrollably appeared before my eyes:
A pristine white wedding dress, petals scattered everywhere, a young man's gentle smile...

The next moment, Sister Chest Trembling quickly lowered her eyes, banishing these unrealistic fantasies.

Chen Zhe didn't realize that the "vase" also had many thoughts. He picked up Mao Rui's exercise book and started explaining math to his little cousin.

Chen definitely can't speak English.

In high school chemistry, many chemical formulas that require rote memorization have already become blurry.

But math can!

Especially with geometry problems like this, Mao Rui could never find a solution, but Chen Zhe saw it at a glance: just draw an extended auxiliary line.

"Look at your brother, he's already in college, but he's still so good at solving high school problems!"

“Chen has been able to sit still since he was a child. Back in our hometown, while other kids were running around outside, he was the only one who could sit at the table and do his homework for half a day.”

"That's why I was able to get into Sun Yat-sen University... no, Chen's score was high enough to get into Peking University back then."

……

Listening to these praises, Chen felt as if he hadn't been reborn. One year during the Spring Festival, he went back to Heyuan to explain math problems to his cousin.

At that time, I was also a bit of a show-off. I deliberately used several different ways of explaining a math problem, and in the end, I even used calculus knowledge, regardless of whether Mao Rui understood it or not.

I imagine that little cousin must have been really upset at the time, maybe even cursing himself.

"I'm not particularly smart, I just do a lot of practice problems."

Chen smiled and patted Mao Rui on the shoulder encouragingly: "Once you've seen this kind of geometry problem five or six times in different places, you'll be able to draw the auxiliary line with your eyes closed. Don't rush it, and there's no need to take your parents' words as pressure."

Mao Rui looked up, his gaze behind his thick glasses casting a grateful glance at him.

Chen Zhe's feelings for Mao Rui changed, but Mao Rui's admiration for this "cousin from Zhongda University" remained unchanged.

Not long after, Mao Xiaoqin came out of the bedroom. She had composed herself and called everyone to prepare for dinner, while also directing the men to bring out the round table.

Seeing an opportunity to shine, Huang Cancan quickly stood up and asked, "Auntie, what should I do?"

Mao Xiaoqin glanced around. Actually, she just needed to sit down and relax. However, seeing Huang Cancan's enthusiasm, Mao Taihou said, "Then you can help me get my food."

"it is good!"

Huang Cancan ran towards the kitchen, and soon only her maternal grandparents and her aunt, who had stayed behind, remained in the living room.

"mom."

The eldest aunt leaned closer to the grandmother and whispered, "What do you think of this girl?"

Her eager, gossipy manner was just like that of a primary school student who had just finished an exam and was pestering the teacher for their score.

Grandma calmly peeled a sunflower seed, slowly put the kernel into her mouth, chewed it carefully for a while, and then nodded: "It's alright." "So you've accepted this granddaughter-in-law?"

Auntie's face lit up with joy: "I also think Xiao Huang is quite good. She has a respectable job, is pretty, and her figure suggests she's fertile. Although she's a few years older than Chen, there's an old saying: 'A woman three years older brings good fortune!'"

"I didn't say she was suitable for Chen Zhe."

Grandma didn't even lift her eyelids.

"what?"

My aunt was taken aback: "Why?"

Grandma said calmly, "It's just not suitable."

Anyway, I really like her!

大舅母忍不住提高音量：“要是毛川能娶到这样的媳妇，我天天被儿媳妇揍都可以。”

"That won't happen."

Grandma glanced at her eldest aunt.

"right."

The eldest aunt immediately seized the opportunity: "I also think that Xiao Huang is not the kind of person who would bully his mother."

Grandma, that little old lady, doesn't mince words at all: "Xiao Huang and Chen Zhe are not a good match, but Mao Chuan is not good enough for either."

"mom!"

The eldest aunt stamped her foot unhappily: "Mao Chuan is your own grandson."

Grandma didn't respond at all. Her withered fingers pulled a red envelope from her bosom and slowly counted the money: "Remember to give Xiao Huang New Year's money later."

"Mom, didn't you disapprove of their relationship?"

Aunt asked, puzzled, "Why do we still need to give out New Year's money?"

"The children brought us gifts during the Chinese New Year."

The old lady lifted her eyelids: "How can you just sit there like that?"

"Right."

Although the eldest aunt was both simple-minded and impatient, she listened to her parents-in-law very much. She also took out a red envelope and asked, "How much should I give her?"

Grandma looked out the window at the already dark city and said slowly, "Give it to Chen according to the standard for his girlfriend."

The aunt thought she had misheard: "What? Giving New Year's money is one thing, but why so much?"

It's important to know that the difference between the two is many times greater.

In Guangdong, red envelopes are usually very small. If it's just a regular friend, the most you'd give is 50 yuan, and that's the absolute maximum.

But if you're looking for a girlfriend, can the first date cost less than 600?

Grandma didn't know how to explain all this to her eldest aunt.

The old lady wasn't a marriage expert; she was just a farmer who had spent her whole life working the land. All her life lessons came from the simple land.

However, the more this happened, the more my grandmother realized the importance of "fitting".

This girl, Xiao Huang, has no ambition, no desire to strive, and seems to lack ability. She's like a crop that looks bright but is actually not very useful.

The best place to grow it is in an open space, or by grafting it onto a stable trellis, so that it can grow freely.

When Chen Zhe happens to pass by, he might fertilize the plants or water them occasionally – that would be a perfect coincidence.

but!

If this crop is forced to be planted on the fertile soil of her grandson's land, it will make her live too intensely.

My grandmother used to grow an acre of chives, but because she felt sorry for them growing so well, she watered them with extra fertilizer, and in the end, they all died.

That's the idea, but the old lady couldn't articulate it in eloquent terms, so she could only sum it up in three simple words:
Inappropriate!
However, she also felt a pang of pity for Xiao Huang's ingratiating and humble gaze towards his grandson.

So, the old lady touched the bracelet in her bosom; she couldn't give her the "name".

But you could put more money in the red envelope as a "bonus".

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(End of this chapter)