Back to the 80s Machinery Factory

Chapter 516 This time, someone cleaned up the leftovers.

Just as Chen Luyang finished smacking his lips, he was about to give her another one on her right cheek.
Chen Dazhi finally couldn't hold back and shoved him away, yelling, "Get lost!"

"Get lost!"

That's just right!!!
This is totally my style!!!

This outburst really satisfied Chen Luyang.

"handy!"

Chen Luyang felt completely refreshed, even better than if he had been beaten up.

"Dad, you have no idea! In the past six months I've been away, I feel really uncomfortable if you don't scold me every day."

Chen Dazhi put his hands behind his back, snorted, and after a long pause, said slowly, "Actually, I'm feeling pretty bad too..."

Chen Luyang: ? ? ?

It's okay, he's easygoing!
Turn your head,
Chen Luyang gave her sister another big hug!

Just as he was about to put his arm around his brother-in-law, Sun Zhigang, with foresight, decisively dodged, bent down to pick up his luggage, and put his other arm around his shoulder, saying happily:
"Let's not stand outside, let's come inside!"

"Luyang, you're finally back! Knowing you were coming back, your parents and Lihong took the day off early this morning to prepare some delicious food for you!"

"Really?"

"Of course! Dad specially made this egg sauce, just waiting for you to come back and mix it with your noodles!"

As Chen Luyang pushed open the door, a familiar scene, mixed with the aroma of food, wafted towards her.

His first glance fell on the calendar on the wall, and he couldn't help but sigh:
"When I left last year, the calendar on the wall was still from last year."

"So this year, they changed to this year's calendar!~"

Upon hearing this, the Chen family members were taken aback.

Isn’t this nonsense!
What else can we do but replace it?

Are we going to flip it back and hang the old one?
Before they could even speak, they saw Chen Luyang, as if he and his mother hadn't been home in centuries, dart off to the wall.

The small round wall mirror that Chen's mother, sister, and younger sister usually loved to photograph is still nailed to the wall.
Next to the small mirror, a small wooden shelf had appeared out of nowhere, with a row of bottles and jars on it, all of which were cosmetics that Chen Luyang had bought for the women in the family.

"Oh my, they're even arranged by size!"

Chen Luyang happily rummaged through the cosmetic packaging one by one, then flew to the top of the small wooden cabinet like a big moth.

"Wow! Junjun has been beaten up quite a bit in the past six months! There are hardly any feathers left on the feather duster, he's practically a bachelor now."

Hum ╯^╰!
Sun Junjun rolled his eyes and let out a defiant snort.

The whole family stood at the front door, watching Chen Luyang as if she had fallen ill.
He would touch the teacup one moment and rub the little knitted pad the next.

He would lean against the window, breathe on the frosty windowpane, and then stick out a finger and poke it repeatedly.
A moment later, he would curiously look through the newly bought comic books at home.

By the end, Junjun, somewhat frightened, tugged at Chen Dazhi's sleeve:

"Grandpa, is my uncle possessed? I'm scared."

My uncle seemed perfectly normal before he passed away.

Why is it that after going to Peking University, you're not in good spirits anymore?

Chen Dazhi frowned as he looked at his foolish son, his hand gripping the razor tightly, repeatedly.
Just as the old father was preparing to take drastic measures to set things right,
Chen Luyang seemed to have sensed the danger in advance. With a smooth turn, she shifted her position and twisted her waist to get to the dining table.

The wooden round dining table was already fully occupied.

Feng Jiuxiang had been calculating the time her son would arrive home since early morning and had started making preparations from the morning onwards.

Braised pork, braised fish in soy sauce, egg sauce, cold dishes... bowls and plates were piled up on the table, stacking the plates into two layers, looking like a small mountain.

"It smells so good! It's all my favorite foods!"

Chen Luyang was so hungry that he looked up and grinned foolishly at Feng Jiuxiang and Chen Dazhi.

This laughter didn't bother Feng Jiuxiang, but it softened Chen Dazhi's heart.

We were outside just now, and it was dark, plus the second child had a seizure. Everyone was so busy having fun and making a ruckus that we didn't really see him clearly.

As Chen Luyang looked up, the light shone directly on her son's face.

Chen Luyang's once carefree and slightly chubby face had become noticeably thinner, with new stubble on his chin and dark circles under his eyes, revealing the exhaustion from long hours of staying up late.

Most strikingly, there were a few glaring white hairs stuck on the right side of Chen Luyang's head.

"Why do you have gray hair now!"

Chen Dazhi subconsciously walked up, and with his thick, chubby fingers, he yanked out a few strands of white hair with a few quick "ripping" sounds.

He was having a good time pulling, but it hurt Chen Luyang terribly.

"Ouch!" Chen Luyang cried out in pain, tilting her head to the side. "Dad, be gentle! It hurts!"

Looking at the white hairs on Chen Dazhi's fingers, Chen Luyang rubbed her scalp and muttered:

"I'm just tired."

"These past six months have been exhausting. I've been teaching during the day, translating at night, and I've had to go out and beg people all over town for help. My hair has turned white, and my legs have become thin from running around."

As he spoke, Chen Luyang couldn't resist picking up a small piece of roast chicken with his thumb and forefinger and throwing it into his mouth.

This throw directly reminded Feng Jiuxiang.

"Oh dear, I've already rolled out these noodles, just waiting for you to come back and cook them."

She wiped her apron dry and happily went to the kitchen, muttering cheerfully, "Mom's going to cook you some noodles right now!"

"Mmm~" Chen Luyang replied happily.

Feng Jiuxiang went to the kitchen to make noodles.
On the other side, Chen Luyang had already taken off her thick cotton-padded coat, wrung out a towel in a basin, and wiped her face and hands.

I looked up at the mirror and wiped...

People really can't withstand much stress.

What an energetic young man! He looks quite weathered from the train journey these past few days.

He touched the stubble on his chin.
Before the noodles were ready, Chen Luyang suddenly turned around cheekily and said to Chen Dazhi:

"Dad, can I borrow your razor to try it out?"

Chen Dazhi glanced at him sideways, hummed twice, pondered for a long time, and then handed over his "precious treasure," not forgetting to give him a word of advice:
"Use it gently, don't mess it up for me."

Chen Luyang was amused.

"Dad, look at you, talking so much. How could I, a mere mortal, possibly break this iron razor?"

"Besides, if it really breaks, I'll just buy you a new one!"

As Chen Luyang spoke, he glanced down at the razor in his hand.

Good guy...

The handle is so smooth and shiny from being handled so much, it looks like an antique.

Brother-in-law Sun Zhigang laughed from the side, "Luyang, only you could be like this."

"Master Jin asked our dad for a loan so many times, but our dad refused to lend it to him or even let him touch it."

Upon hearing this, Chen Luyang's eyes widened, and she swung her hand:
"Yes! We won't lend it to him."

"My Uncle Jin wants to use it, go ask his son to buy it for him. I bought this especially for my dad!"

A smug and arrogant smile appeared on Chen Dazhi's face; it was clear that these words had struck a nerve.

"Exactly! I wanted to ask his son to buy it for me, but my son bought it for me!" Hehehe~
Chen Luyang chuckled as he quickly slapped his face repeatedly.

After a few quick shaves, I finally looked somewhat presentable in the mirror.

Not daring to waste even a minute, Chen Luyang quickly returned the razor to Old Chen.

Just then, Feng Jiuxiang walked in carrying a large bowl of steaming noodles.

"time to eat!"

With Feng Jiuxiang's shout, everyone happily crowded around the table.

Chen Dazhi sat upright in the middle of the dining table, looking at the whole family gathered around him. His chubby face grinned, and his little black eyebrows couldn't help but twitch with joy.

"After all these past six months, everyone is finally here today."

Chen Luyang shamelessly leaned closer and asked, "Dad, have you been missing me a lot since you haven't seen me for the past six months?"

Chen Dazhi nodded slowly: "That's right. With you not home, no one cleans up the leftovers. Your mom eats them all."

Feng Jiuxiang couldn't help but pinch Chen Dazhi, laughing and scolding him: "You old man, you're always talking nonsense in front of the kids!"

Chen Dazhi said with a resentful look, "Just tell me, is it true or not?"

Chen Luyang said cheerfully, "Dad, don't worry! With me at home, I'll clean up all the leftovers! I won't let you work so hard!"

Unfortunately, it turned out that Chen Luyang was wrong.

When he saw Sun Junjun holding a chicken leg while having Feng Jiuxiang serve him a bowl of noodles, he was surprised.

He knew then that he no longer had the right to clean up leftovers in this house!
"Grandma, I want more noodles!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Grandma will serve you some right away."

There wasn't much left in the bowl, so Feng Jiuxiang simply poured all the remaining noodles into Junjun's bowl, then added a generous amount of egg sauce, cucumber shreds, fried peanuts, and finally a pinch of cilantro before handing the mountain-sized bowl to Junjun.

"Thank you, Grandma!"

Junjun took the rice bowl, picked up a large chopstick, and started showing off his meal.

Chen Luyang was speechless with astonishment.

"Does our Junjun eat this much?"

Chen Lihong laughed and said, "In just these past few days, my appetite has suddenly increased."

Chen Luyang exclaimed happily, "That's a good thing!"

As she spoke, Chen Luyang picked up a large piece of braised pork knuckle and placed it in Junjun's bowl.

"Come on, Junjun, eat more and grow tall!"

"Don't be like your aunt, who's only so small because she's a picky eater."

Chen Xiaoling immediately lost her temper.

"You're the short one! When I'm in line in my class, I'm always at the front!"

Chen Luyang clicked her tongue: "If you weren't a picky eater, you could be at the top of the class, let alone your class."

"Tch!" Chen Xiaoling rolled her eyes in exasperation.

Listening to my uncle and aunt's familiar and lively bickering,
Junjun was eating noodles with soybean paste, taking a bite of a big chicken leg, and couldn't help but happily tap his knees together under the table.

After swallowing a mouthful of noodles, he suddenly became affectionate:
"Uncle, there's a hair on the pork knuckle skin, could you pluck it off for me?"

"Hair? Where? Uncle, take a look."

Chen Luyang took a closer look and indeed saw a hairy ridge on the skin of the pork knuckle.

With a gentle tug, the hair was pulled off.

"My uncle is so nice (*ω)."

Junjun grinned at Chen Luyang, showing off his white teeth, his eyes crinkling with delight.

At this moment, Sun Zhigang frowned and slammed his chopsticks against the rim of his bowl: "Can't you handle such a small thing yourself? Do you have to have your uncle serve you?"

Upon hearing his father speak, Sun Junjun visibly shrank back a little.

Chen Luyang quickly smoothed things over: "Brother-in-law, Junjun was just hungry and couldn't free his hands."

But Sun Zhigang's face darkened further, and his voice was low and hard: "If you can't even pluck the feathers, how can you have a free hand to grab a chicken leg?"

"You can open your mouth to eat, but you get lazy when it comes to doing things? Haven't I told you that you have to do what you're capable of doing yourself?"

This one sentence dampened the lively atmosphere at the dinner table by a beat.

Sun Junjun was so frightened that she dared not act cute anymore. She quickly and obediently put down the chicken leg and used her little hands to peel off the skin of the pork knuckle.

Seeing that Sun Zhigang's expression was still off, Junjun quickly looked to Chen Dazhi for help.

moment!

Chen Dazhi put down his chopsticks: "Little Sun, the second brother has finished eating. He's just killing time anyway! It's no big deal if he plucks a hair from Junjun's head."

Chen Luyang chuckled and chimed in, "Yeah, I'm just killing time anyway. Junjun's still a kid, it's normal for him to be lazy. When he grows up, he'll definitely be more diligent than us."

"Jun Jun, what else would you like to eat? Your uncle will get you something."

Junjun wanted to ask for something else, but he was silenced by Sun Zhigang's terrifying gaze.

"Without my uncle, I'll eat by myself!"

The group of people at the table watched with amusement as Sun Junjun ate his meal with his head down. Feng Jiuxiang couldn't help but affectionately ruffle his hair and say softly:
"Eat slowly, the whole table is yours, no one's going to take it from you~"

"OK!"

Junjun was eating with his head down, enjoying his meal, while the adults at the table started chatting.

Like a storyteller, Chen Luyang meticulously recounted his experiences in Pian'ercheng over the past six months, breaking them down one by one:
Serving as a class committee member, performing at parties, vying for venues, writing books and giving lectures, confronting the head of the philosophy department, winning over professors in the mechanics department, and holding meetings with Lu Yongqiang of Shijiazhuang Iron and Steel Group and a group of technical school principals and factory directors of major industrial plants...

The whole family listened intently.

When Chen Dazhi heard that Chen Luyang could attend a meeting with Lu Yongqiang and He Dahua, he lost all control of his expression.

"Lu Yongqiang? Lu Yongqiang from Shishan Iron and Steel Plant?!"

"Yes!! That's Lu Yongqiang, the one with the two big eagles in front of the factory." Chen Luyang said cheerfully.

"Now he's my boss!"

Chen Dazhi's pupils dilated: "When did he become your grandpa?!"

Lu Yongqiang of Shijiazhuang Iron and Steel Group is a very prominent figure in the national industrial sector!

He was not only the number one figure at Shijiazhuang Iron and Steel Group, but also an advanced representative who was frequently mentioned in newspapers and on the radio.

Normally, people would just hear about such names, but who would dare to bring them into their homes?
But now, he's become his own son's uncle?
Normally, I would only hear about such a name, but now it's become my son's uncle!

Feng Jiuxiang glanced helplessly at her old man: "What do you mean by 'before'... what do you mean by 'before'!"

Chen Dazhi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on, and asked tentatively in a low voice:
"Whose old man is that?"

Chen Luyang analyzed seriously, "I reckon it's someone's grandfather."

Junjun, who was eating noodles nearby, looked up in confusion upon hearing this, blinking his big, dark eyes: "Whose uncle is that? Is he my aunt's uncle?"

The moment Chen Luyang called out "Auntie," she was overjoyed.

"Hahaha, yes! It's your aunt's uncle!"

(End of this chapter)