Zhou Xiaozheng quickly accelerated, humming a song as he drove the car.
At this moment, he was pondering over what to leave for his precious daughter to eat. He decided to keep all the things he liked. His daughter Jiao Jiao had a personality like his, and she probably had similar tastes. Neither of them liked sweet pastries because they’re too greasy; they didn’t like coarse grains because they scratch the throat; and they didn’t like greasy food because it made them nauseous.
Hmm, Jiao Jiao takes after him, so that’s happily decided. Later, he would save the big yellow croaker for Jiao Jiao, and not give it to anyone; he would keep the prawns too, for slow enjoyment, and not give them to anyone; and give away all the small miscellaneous fish leftover, as his daughter would also dislike how bony they are. All the seafood he caught would be left for Jiao Jiao to eat, and some crabs too, hiding them in the cellar for Jiao Jiao to eat whenever she wants.
And as for his old mother, he would pack up 20 pounds of rice, take some of the prawns from the broken box, and two yellow croakers to send over. As for the other people in the Old Zhou Family, even if they were envious, he wouldn’t give them any.
When they reached the fork in the road, Liu Sanyuan honked the horn, and Zhou Xiaozheng slowed down, pulling over to wave at him, honking three times in response. He could still faintly hear Liu Sanyuan’s hearty laughter.
Zhou Xiaozheng shook his head and chuckled. What a foodie!
As Zhou Xiaozheng drove all the way, he noticed that pedestrians in the county town often turned their heads from afar to stare at his car. He was relieved not to encounter anyone he knew inside the car; otherwise, it would have been a big fuss.
He carefully considered that the bamboo basket tied to the top of the car had most likely scattered its straw, which indeed was quite amusing. He sped straight to the yard.
Seeing the main gate of the yard locked, he estimated that everyone was busy and had left. Zhou Xiaozheng was happy that no one was paying attention to him. He immediately opened the yard gate and quickly moved all the rice, flour, and vermicelli into the cellar. After some thought, he placed all six boxes in the corner of the cellar.
Looking at the basement like this, it finally didn’t seem empty. He worried about mixing odors, so he hung the large dried fish and some seaweed in the storeroom. He piled everything from the car in the kitchen, deciding to sort and distribute them later.
After finishing all the tasks, he breathed a sigh of relief and noticed the smell on himself, frowning disdainfully.
After washing up, Zhou Xiaozheng lay on the kang, thinking what else he hadn’t done. In a daze, he fell asleep and dreamed of Zhou Jiao happily eating crabs and foolishly smiling at him.
Zhang Guoqing looked at Lin Lishan and Cheng Hongli beside him. He sighed to himself, wondering how he got himself into this situation.
When he returned from the office at noon, he hurried to the yard, worried that his father-in-law and mother-in-law had to settle for not going to the restaurant. But upon arrival, he found out that his father-in-law had driven out.
As soon as he saw him, his mother laughed happily and pulled him along with Aunt Cheng—how could he refuse? Having had lunch, he accompanied them on a walk all afternoon, amazed at their stamina.
Lin Lishan smiled and said, "You wouldn’t know how skillful my Jiao Jiao is. She just snips snips, and the needlework flies quickly up and down, and in no time she’s made a jacket. I, on the other hand, am clumsy, thankfully not like me. Today Chen Guai wasn’t as skilled as Jiao Jiao, but he seems quite clever and picks it up immediately when you tell him."

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