Training the Heavens

Chapter 145 Is it difficult to handle? Then don't do it
"Every year when it's their birthday, my mother is busy preparing a large table of dishes. I don't want to make her so tired." Zhuang Tunan gets angry when he talks about this. If you want to save face in front of your parents, you should do it yourself if you have the ability.

As a result, Huang Ling always cooks the food, and you just sit there and wait for the food to be ready.

If it's all women who cook, then I don't see your brother Zhuang Ganmei's wife helping out? Even if her cooking skills aren't as good as Huang Ling's, she can still help with chopping vegetables and lighting the stove, right?

As a result, Zhuang Ganmei's wife just sat there eating melon seeds and chatting, and you didn't say a word, just watching your wife working herself to death.

Do you think you can save face in front of your parents and brother by doing this? Who knows how they will laugh at you behind your back?

Huang Ling felt a lump in her throat when she heard this and she almost cried. She had worked hard for so many years, but her husband had turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to everything. Now, finally, there was someone who understood and cared about her.

She quickly went forward and hugged Zhuang Tunan, "Mom is not tired. What's tiring about cooking? Doesn't Mom cook it every day? Let's go together tomorrow. Your grandparents will be very happy to see you."

Out of habit, she still wanted the whole family to live in harmony and didn't want any unpleasantness at this time.

"They care more about Zhendong and Zhenbei. I can see it. The delicious food is always given to them first, and then it's my turn. As for Xiaoting, they wish they couldn't see her." Zhuang Tunan still refused.

Everything else was fine, but Huang Ling was upset when she heard this. It was fine for her to suffer a little injustice, but it was really intolerable for her daughter to suffer as well. She turned around and looked at Zhuang Chaoying, "Even a child like Tunan could see it, and you just pretended not to see it?"

"Filial piety is the most important virtue. When elders have birthdays, it is the duty of their children and grandchildren to congratulate them. Don't learn bad habits at such a young age." Zhuang Chaoying looked at Zhuang Tunan and then at Huang Ling, wondering if she was the one who taught him these words.

How could I wear it a year late? If it were last year, I would have found a reason to report you and draw a clear line between us. Zhuang Tunan was extremely depressed when he thought about living under the same roof with such a person for a long time in the future.

"What do you mean?" Huang Ling couldn't understand Zhuang Chaoying's gaze. She couldn't help but lose her temper. He didn't know what kind of person she was? How could he be so suspicious?
"Wow~~" Zhuang Xiaoting saw this kind of scene for the first time and she was so scared that she started crying.

Huang Ling didn't care about arguing with Zhuang Chaoying anymore. She immediately hugged Zhuang Xiaoting and coaxed her. "Don't cry, don't cry. Mommy will make you something delicious right away."

Zhuang Chaoying didn't pay much attention to it. He was still angry, thinking that his wife and son were not considering the overall situation. Although he was a teacher, he had also been infected with his parents' bad habits of favoring boys over girls. He just maintained it on the surface and rarely showed it. But today he was so angry that he didn't care about it anymore.

After Zhuang Xiaoting's interruption, everyone stopped arguing. After they were coaxed into silence, those who needed to cook started cooking, and those who needed to clean up started cleaning up. Zhuang Tunan sat next to Zhuang Xiaoting and helped her with her homework.

After this happened, no one was in the mood to talk and went to bed early after dinner. Zhuang Tunan lay on the small bed and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He kept thinking about how to get rid of Zhuang Chaoying as soon as possible.

Alas, he is still too young. It would be better if he were a little older, but not too much older, just the age at the beginning of the previous world. Then he can go to college, make money, and let Huang Ling and Zhuang Xiaoting live a good life.

He is only eleven years old now and still in elementary school. Even if his mind is full of ideas, he can't find a place to put them into practice.

The next morning, Zhuang Tunan got up, washed up, and took Zhuang Xiaoting to the primary school affiliated with the cotton mill. This is the case with all large state-owned factories nowadays. The enterprise is a small society with schools, shops, canteens, cinemas, and some even have crematoriums. It can almost be said that it takes care of the employees from birth to death.

Zhuang Tunan couldn't concentrate in the classroom. The lessons were so simple that staying here felt like a waste of time. The only time he could pay attention was during Chinese class. Many of the pronunciations in the Chinese textbooks back then were different from those in later generations, especially when studying ancient poetry. For example, the "斜" in "远上寒山石径斜" (the stone path is slanting) was pronounced "xia" in the original text, but later generations changed it to "斜" (slanting).

However, there are still too few similar knowledge points. Most of them are what he has learned, and more than once. Now he really has no interest in learning them again.

After finally making it through school, they were greeted with bad news as soon as they got home. Their parents had already bought things and took them directly to their grandparents' house by bus, so Zhuang Tuanan had no choice but to go with them.

Looking at these things, he felt distressed for a while. There was actually a whole chicken. It was not easy to buy a whole chicken these days. Not only did you need money, you also needed a ticket, and more importantly, you had to queue.

There are only a few whole chickens available in the market every day. If you want to buy one, you have to get up at four or five o'clock to queue up. No wonder I didn't see Huang Ling when I woke up in the morning. She must have gone to queue up in advance.

They brought so many things to the door, but in the end, they didn't even get a word of courtesy when they got in. No matter whether it was the old man or the old woman from the Zhuang family, or Zhuang Ganmei's family, they all took this for granted.

As soon as they entered the house, without even drinking a sip of water, Zhuang Chaoying urged Huang Ling to cook quickly. Zhuang Xiaoting was still young and didn't like staying with her grandparents, Zhendong and Zhenbei, so she followed her to the kitchen. Zhuang Tunan thought about it and followed her in, helping Huang Ling with some work within his ability.

Even one of his children knew how to help, but the others just sat there peacefully eating melon seeds and chatting.

When the meal was ready and served, something even more infuriating happened. There was only one empty seat at the table. There were three people on their side, but no one offered to think of a solution.

Zhuang Chaoying only knew how to show off his wife's cooking skills. "Wow, there's a word 'longevity' on this birthday cake. It's really beautiful."

The old woman just waved at Zhuang Tunan and said, "Come, Tunan, come sit next to grandma. Huang Ling, there's really no room here. Why don't you and Xiaoting go to the kitchen to eat?"

As she said this, she pretended to stand up, ready to close the door as soon as the two of them went to the kitchen, as if she didn't want them to smell even the aroma of the food.

Hearing this, Zhuang Chaoying still didn't react at all. He had long been accustomed to this. It had always been like this during the holidays.

"Grandpa and grandma, my mom has worked so hard for so long. Now that the meal is ready, you won't even let her sit at the table. Isn't that inappropriate? Mom, you sit here. Xiaoting and I will go to the kitchen to eat!" Zhuang Tunan pulled Huang Ling and was about to walk over.

"Tunan, you're the eldest grandson, how can you not sit at the table?" Lao Deng was unhappy. "The table is so small, there really isn't enough room. Please don't make things difficult for us."

Zhuang Tunan looked around and saw that no one was trying to persuade him. He immediately became even more angry. "Difficult to deal with? Then don't do it!"

After saying that, he raised his hands and overturned the table.

(End of this chapter)