Rebirth: Those Years When I Was a Bad Student

After they finished breakfast, Cheng Yao cleaned up the dining table and several people started reviewing at the table.

Seeing this, Zhang Qingfeng had no choice but to take out his homework from his schoolbag and start writing. His sister was like a devil now, not letting him go for even a moment.

Whenever Zhang Wentian and Zheng Yue had questions, Zhang Yumian and Cheng Yao would take turns explaining them.

When they encounter difficult problems, they will discuss them with each other.

Zhang Yumian would check Zhang Qingfeng's homework from time to time. All in all, it was a fulfilling morning.

Cheng Yao went to the bathroom and came back to check the clock on the wall. It was already past eleven o'clock, so he asked, "What do you want to eat for lunch?"

They didn't expect time to pass so quickly. Zhang Yumian said a little embarrassedly, "Is it going to be troublesome? Let's go home and eat."

They came to someone's house to do homework and visit, and now they want others to cook for them. They always feel a little embarrassed.

It's too much trouble for people.

Cheng Yao replied, "It's no trouble. I need to eat too. It would be troublesome if you go back and come back in the afternoon."

Usually it’s just him and his grandfather who have dinner together, and things are very quiet. It becomes more lively when there are more people around.

Besides, he had given him so many meals at that time, so he should have asked them to return them.

Zheng Yue thought so too, "Then I'll call my mom and tell her about it later."

Cheng Yao went back to the room and took out his cell phone to give it to them, and also called to ask his grandfather when he would be back.

Grandpa Cheng said he was still playing chess with his friends, so he would not come back for lunch. He would eat at his friend's house and come back in the evening.

Cheng Yao opened the refrigerator and looked around and asked, "Have you decided what to eat? My grandpa won't be home for lunch today, so it's just the few of us."

Zhang Wentian suggested, "Since Grandpa Cheng is not coming back, how about we cook hot pot. It's delicious, convenient, and doesn't require any technical skills."

Naturally, this proposal was passed unanimously. Cheng Yao took out the vegetables from the refrigerator. They were all green vegetables, no meat, and not a lot of vegetables.

"Then please wash these vegetables first. I'll go downstairs to buy some hot pot base and some vegetables and meat. Do you have any other dishes you want to eat?"

Zhang Wentian said, "I'll go with you."

Zheng Yue said, "I'm not picky, you can buy whatever you want."

It's not polite to be picky when you're a guest at someone's home. Besides, there's really no dietary restriction when it comes to hotpot.

Cheng Yao looked at Zhang Yumian and her brother. Zhang Yumian said, "We are not picky. You can buy whatever you like."

Cheng Yao and Zhang Wentian went to the door to change their shoes. Just as they were about to leave, Zhang Yumian came out and said, "Remember to buy garlic, coriander, chili peppers, and sesame oil for the dipping sauce."

Cheng Yao looked up and said with a smile, "I see. Anything else?"

Zhang Yumian shook his head and said no.

Although Cheng Yao had laughed several times before, it was different from this time. This time his laughter seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, and it also showed the youthfulness that belonged to his age.

His previous smile always carried a sense of maturity beyond his years, as if there were always shackles holding him back.

At this time, Zhang Qingfeng also quickly changed his shoes and said, "Brother Cheng Yao, wait for me, I will go too."

He really didn't want to stay with his sister anymore. It was too scary. She left him no chance to survive. Now all he could think about was studying.

After they left, Zhang Yumian went back to the kitchen and started preparing the dishes.

Hearing the door closing, Zheng Yue said, "Don't say Cheng Yao looks cold, he is quite thoughtful and enthusiastic."

Zhang Yumian rolled up his sleeves and started working, replying, "You are right."

He has always been a good person, but his previous upbringing made him look a little cold. He is unwilling to express his inner world and is unwilling to contact other people.

This is quite similar to my previous life, but this time it seems like everything is changing quietly.

Zhang Yumian washed the greens, mushrooms and cauliflower, and then saw two potatoes in the corner and washed them. How can hot pot be complete without potatoes?

Seeing Zhang Yumian's familiar knife skills, Zheng Yue asked, "Mianmian, do you cook often?"

Zhang Yumian cut potatoes and said, "Well, sometimes I do."

Zheng Yue looked at her deskmate and thought that he was a good student, a nice person, good looking, and could also cook. He was really outstanding.

Thinking about myself, there is indeed no gap without comparison.

After all the vegetables were washed, cut, plated and placed on the dining table, Cheng Yao and the others came back after a while.

Looking at the dishes on the table, there are too many of them, including lotus root, rice cake, ham sausage, yam, potato flour, meatballs, beef rolls, baby cabbage, etc.

Zhang Yumian put some of each dish on a plate. Cheng Yao took out an electric rice cooker from the cupboard and found an extension cord.

Zhang Wentian and Zheng Yue also cleaned up the dining table outside.

After everything was served, Zhang Yumian nodded with satisfaction at the full table and said with a smile, "I'll go cut the garlic and other ingredients for the dipping sauce first. As for the ingredients, adjust them according to your taste."

After everything was ready, I found that Zhang Qingfeng was not there during dinner.

Upon asking, I found out that he was playing on the computer in the study. It turned out that when buying groceries, Zhang Qingfeng complained about his sister's tyranny. He only had three subjects in elementary school and he finished his homework quickly. He was assigned homework and was not allowed to play because he felt bored.

While everyone was busy cooking, they saw Zhang Qingfeng in the living room holding the remote control, pressing from channel one to channel fifty, and then from channel fifty back to channel one, and then they took him to the study to play on the computer.

Zhang Yumian is not a full-time teacher. He never does his homework during the weekends and stays up late to make up for it when the holidays are over.

Based on his past performance, I just wanted him to finish his homework as soon as possible and had no intention of forcing him to read all the time. This was really a big misunderstanding.

After the bottom of the pot makes a boiling sound, we start adding the dishes. No one is too particular and just cooks a little of everything.

Cheng Yao took out another Coke from the refrigerator, and Zhang Wentian suggested that everyone have a drink.

Everyone raised their glasses and said "Cheers"

"I hope my midterm exam goes well. Now it's not about the phone, but about repaying the hard work of the two teachers. Thank you here."

Zhang Yumian wanted to laugh when she heard Zhang Wentian's mature and old-fashioned words.

Zheng Yue said, "Cheers to having such a good deskmate like Mianmian and such good classmates like you."

Zhang Wentian patted Cheng Yao's arm to signal him to say something. Under everyone's gaze, Cheng Yao said, "Salute our friendship. It's nice to meet you, too."

How could he not be happy? These were the only few friends Cheng Yao had made in his life. Before that, no one wanted to play with him, let alone talk to him.

When did they become friends? Probably from the time Zhang Yumian called him, from the time they spoke up for him at the school gate. No matter when it started, their friendship already existed.

When it was Zhang Qingfeng's turn, he raised his glass and said, "I wish you all the answers in the exam, and all the answers you guessed were correct."

Everyone laughed when these words were spoken. Zhang Wentian exclaimed that what he said was absolutely right. Zheng Yue also toasted with Zhang Qingfeng and said that she wanted to borrow his good words.

When Zhang Yumian arrived, he thought for a moment and said, "I hope we can have this day every year."

The regret she had in her youth had now come true. She hoped that two years later, three years later, four years later, or many years later, they could still get together and drink and chat.

There was a variety show on TV and a group of young people were chatting and laughing at the dining table. This is how the best memories of youth began.

And it will never end, it will continue forever.