Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space novel Chapter 736

Chapter 736: Chapter 611: Returning to My Hometown

When Zhang Guoqing and his family of three returned home, it was already dark. Lin Lishan accompanied Old Mrs. Cheng in the living room, waiting for them. Seeing them return, she didn’t ask too many questions, probably assuming they had gone out to handle some matters.

Zhang Guoqing hurriedly greeted them and first took his son for a bath. The hospital was full of germs, plus he was sweaty, and he felt uncomfortable.

In the bathroom, looking at the small handkerchief in his son’s grip, Zhang Guoqing chuckled to himself.

"Dad, you have to cherish things!"

Zhang Guoqing patted the little genius, "I’ll definitely pay attention next time! Thank you, sweetheart."

Ping’an smiled sweetly and waved his hand, "Luckily, it wasn’t stolen. You’re better than my grandma; she used to be wasteful. My grandpa said she improved quite a bit under my guidance and is still a good comrade."

Zhang Guoqing was amused and laughed heartily, carefully applying imported body wash on him. He felt delighted by the bubbles forming on his hands. His son could finally use the good stuff openly!

Now he understood why parents always wanted to give their children the best. He was the same! Looking at the tiny figure, he wished he could offer the best things in the world just to see his child’s smiling face.

"Dad, don’t throw away that pretty bottle. Fill it with water and let mom hide it. Next time it will smell great again."

"Son, can’t we be a little less stingy?"

Ping’an giggled, half-closing his eyes and smearing the foam on him. Laugh at my frugality, will you! Mom said it’s expensive, very expensive, only for family use.

Zhang Guoqing didn’t realize his son had been led astray by his own wife. Otherwise, he’d definitely protest. He had prepared plenty of children’s products back then, all of them of high quality. His son really didn’t need to be frugal!

After finishing their showers, the father and son held hands and returned to the living room. With matching hairstyles and matching white shirt and military pants of the same color, Old Mrs. Cheng was delighted.

She pointed to Ping’an’s little shirt and little military pants, "Did your mom prepare these?"

Ping’an shook his head, "My grandma made three sets for me and dad. It’s a secret, great-grandmother!"

Old Mrs. Cheng looked at Lin Lishan, who nodded with a smile, and said with a laugh, "Good taste. Our Xiao Wu and Ping’an wear them without being flashy but looking grand."

"Xiao Wu has been with Jiao Jiao these past few years and has suffered, wearing clothes from previous years. I saw the fabric at home was going to waste, so I had the tailor make them all at once."

Zhang Guoqing smiled as he explained for his wife, "I’m a big guy, so I don’t care what I wear. Jiao Jiao hasn’t made clothes either. You wouldn’t believe it, but in the school, besides me and Da Yi, dozens of others are all patched up. Even so, people keep their distance from each other. If I wore new clothes every day, I’d worry about getting mugged walking at night."

Old Mrs. Cheng laughed and shook her head, "Different times, it’s good to be cautious."

"Don’t worry, Aunt. Our kids have their boundaries."

"That’s true." When Old Mrs. Cheng saw Zhou Jiao coming out after her bath, she waved her over, "Come on, let’s eat first. Eat more tonight; there wasn’t much good stuff on the train."

"Aunt Chen prepared a lot of oily stir-fried noodles. Later on the train, add hot water to a bowl, and it tastes good."

"That’s a good one!"

Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao exchanged a knowing smile. Every time they went on a long trip, it seemed like everyone got alarmed and hectic, but truthfully, they were happy inside.

After dinner and a short rest, it was time for Mr. Cheng’s aide, Xiao Chen, to drive Zhang Guoqing and his family to the station.

In the waiting room, Zhang Guoqing borrowed two sleeper tickets handed over by the other party and asked him to leave first. Receiving a roll of the eyes, he laughed and let him be.

The two men sat next to each other, gossiping sometimes in whispers, sometimes bursting into laughter, making Zhou Jiao feel embarrassed watching from the side.

She gently patted her son, who was dozing in her arms, "Go to sleep; mom will hold you."

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