Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space novel Chapter 522

Chapter 522: Chapter 406: Liar, My Grandpa Doesn’t Have Any Tickets

"Mom, I came to get the book."

Ping’an’s voice reached her ears, and Zhou Jiao handed the book to the child.

"Son, isn’t it nice to stay home with Mom? Waiting in line is hard."

Ping’an held the book tightly, looked up at Zhang Guoqing and, realizing he was too short, reached up for him to lift, "I like Dad, I want to be with Dad."

The silly dad listened happily and laughed out loud, holding the child, the two whispered leisurely to each other, and didn’t forget to pull Zhou Jiao into answering questions.

The family moved slowly forward; it was already late. From afar, Mother Zhang saw the youngest son’s family in line and hurriedly called Xiao Wu.

Zhou Jiao looked ahead and smiled. Her father-in-law and mother-in-law’s charisma had won over the neighbors. They hadn’t been back for a while, but they were still surrounded by old neighbors.

Zhang Guoqing greeted everyone and stayed with Mr. Zhang alongside a bunch of old men. Over there, Zhou Jiao was already pulled away by Zhao Yuanyuan and others. Every time lined up for shopping had become a gathering for chit-chat.

A nearby old man reached out to grab the book in Ping’an’s hand.

Ping’an gently evaded and smiled at him.

"Wow, this little guy is smart. Do you know what that’s used for? Old Zhang, what does your grandson eat? My grandson is so hungry he’s turned into a bag of bones."

Uncle Chen, Zhang Meihao’s father-in-law, interjected with a laugh, "Kids just drink some porridge. This kid’s main care is his parents raising him well, giving good stuff all saved for the child."

The old man looked around at the children and shook his head laughing, "Not right. This child, apart from being strong, is clever. I’ve heard giving supplements from a young age is good. Xiao Wu, did your son eat them?"

Zhang Guoqing laughed, shaking his head, "Too young, wouldn’t dare give supplements. Not in the condition to give them even if I wanted to. My son has a good appetite, eats everything, not picky. If you don’t give them sweets, I guarantee they’ll be chubby and white."

Uncle Chen and Mr. Zhang exchanged glances and laughed, nodding. In their hearts, they muttered about Zhang Guoqing’s evasiveness. His son did have a good appetite, but what was he eating? Though they hadn’t seen it, each time sending wild eggs for their grandson wasn’t few. How could the child not be strong?

A nearby old man heard, "Your son eats coarse grains so small? Wouldn’t he refuse to eat?"

Zhang Guoqing smiled without answering, speaking to Ping’an: "Son, tell this gentleman what you usually eat?" He knew saying more wouldn’t convince others; better let the little one speak.

Ping’an glanced at the old man, raised his little hand, counting fingers, "Corn porridge, sweet potato porridge..."

Uncle Chen stepped up, laughing and covering his small hand, "Alright, don’t keep counting. How does little you know so well? Let your dad take you to a restaurant for meat buns, huh?"

Ping’an shook his head, "No money left."

As soon as he said it, the crowd burst into laughter.

After the laughter subsided, someone teased him, "Your grandpa eats rice and meat buns every day. Ask him for tickets, and you can eat meat buns daily."

Ping’an didn’t wait for them to finish, giggled twice, and said, "Lies. My grandpa has no tickets. My mom said grandpa has no booklet, starved."

After saying it, he shook the supply book in his hand at them.

The people around were once again amused to laughter by him.

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