remedial plan

Cheng Yu

Ling Che asked casually, "Cheng Yu? Your uncle's child?"

Cheng Chen was shaken all over, Ling Che hugged him tightly and gave silent support, never expecting that the person in his arms would actually struggle, "I, I can hardly breathe."

Ling Che relaxed his grip in embarrassment. He always felt that he was still in the country of America. People there grew up very strong after eating beef. They always had to be strangled to hug people. Instead, they ignored that Cheng Chen actually grew up eating rice. Big Jiangnan people.

Cheng Chen took a deep breath, calmed down and said slowly, "Yes, he is my uncle's child, he can be considered my cousin, he is three years older than me."

It was the first time for Ling Che to hear Cheng Chen describe a close relative who was related to him by blood in such an indifferent tone. He had seen him bow his head and keep silent because of shyness, he had seen his cheeks flushed because of anger, and he had seen him Cheng Chen, who insisted on his own opinion and argued hard, had never seen Cheng Chen who was so indifferent as if he was telling other people's stories.

His left chest was a little swollen, a little distressed, and even a little pity, pity for a boy.

He pressed down on the elevator door, entered the elevator with his arms around Cheng Chen, and rubbed Cheng Chen's head.

"Why? Why do you hate him?"

"Because he never didn't hate me."

Ling Che winked exaggeratedly, amused Cheng Chen, "'Never not'? Is this a double negative statement? Although I think my current level of English should be higher than that of Chinese, but now it seems that my Chinese level is not good. Difference."

Cheng Chen reached out his hand hesitantly, and after a pause for a few seconds, that hand still firmly stroked Ling Che's face and then pinched, "That's right, double negatives mean affirmation, junior high school Chinese is good, student Ling Che .”

Ling Che said solemnly, "Thank you, Mr. Cheng Chen, for your praise." He remembered a very important thing, "By the way, did you do the grocery shopping today? Didn't you say you wanted to do the grocery shopping last night?"

"I was going to leave work early, but Meimei came, so..."

"That's why I said not to see him in the future." Ling Che curled his lips rather unhappily.

Cheng Chen lowered his head and played with his fingers guiltily, and suggested in a low voice, "Why don't we go shopping together now?"

"Shopping for vegetables?" Ling Che felt quite novel, "Let's go, where to buy?" He remembered the vegetable market that he went to with his mother when he was a child. It was chaotic, noisy and dirty, but unexpectedly had a certain kind of intimacy, "Yes, to buy vegetables. Do you want to go to the vegetable market? Wait a minute, I'll Google where the nearest vegetable market is, and bring the car over and go together."

He took out his mobile phone and muttered, "Vegetable market, vegetable market, where..."

Cheng Chen smiled and snatched the mobile phone from his hand, "Idiot, just go to the nearby supermarket. Few people go to the vegetable market now."

"Is there a supermarket near my house?" Ling Che was even more surprised, why he didn't know anything.

Cheng Chen rolled his eyes at him, "...don't tell me you don't know."

Ling Che said confidently, "I really don't know. I'm usually so busy at work. It's good to go back to the old house to beat my teeth. Sister Lin can make delicious braised pork. However," he smiled and stretched out his hand to pinch Cheng Chen's face. The touch is top-notch, " I don’t think those are as delicious as what you made last time.”

Cheng Chen raised his eyebrows proudly, "That's because of my exclusive secret recipe. In fact, it tastes better if it's used to make elbows."

"Really? Then buy a few more knuckles and come back and try." He scratched Cheng Chen's nose, secretly looking forward to it.

The two walked into the nearby Hall of Fame supermarket, and Cheng Chen was carrying a red basket.

"By the way, it seems that the soy sauce at home is almost gone, the rice is almost gone, and the shampoo is almost gone..." Cheng Chen frowned and recalled, counting as if counting with his fingers.

"Rice? Soy sauce? Shampoo? Yes, the shampoo is indeed almost gone. I really feel like I'm running out of it when I take a shower, so I should buy it." Ling Che rubbed his chin and frowned, thinking, then caught a glimpse of Cheng Chen picking out rows. After shampooing, he turned his forward foot in the other direction.

Meat, a lot of meat, beef, mutton, pork, chicken, and duck are neatly arranged on the crushed ice. Two steps away is the water tank, and various fish swim happily in the water tank.

Ling Che imitated the housewives shopping for dinner to tear off the plastic bags in the supermarket, and then put the meat into the bags with a single mind, as if he wanted to empty the meat in the supermarket.

A sudden voice sounded behind him.

"Put the bag down."

When Ling Che turned his head, Cheng Chen was quietly standing behind him, staring menacingly at the bag full of meat in his hand.

"...Just one bag is fine." Ling Che secretly hid the fullest pork behind his back.

Cheng Chen walked around him with a smile, and then snatched the meat from his hand, "I said you can't always eat meat, you, go pick fruits and vegetables."

Ling Che depressedly put down the bag in his hand, and glanced at Cheng Chen resentfully, the latter turned around mercilessly, so he could only bid farewell to the meat food reluctantly.

Pick pears?No, pears are sour!Picking oranges?The sweet and sour taste is good, and another apple, it is the season to eat apples in winter.

He carried a bag of apples and oranges and weighed them, walked towards Cheng Chen, and complained, "Here, what kind of vegetables do you eat? It didn't take us millions of years to climb to the top of the food chain to eat vegetables."

"If you want to eat meat, try eating only meat and no vegetables for a week, and see how you get diarrhea." Cheng Chen said nonchalantly.

"...Actually, it's good to eat vegetables." Ling Che laughed.

Back home, Ling Che was sitting on the sofa tiredly, watching Cheng Chen sorting out the bags of things he bought like a little daughter-in-law, and seeing the uncle sitting on the sofa like a person resting, he smiled wickedly and waved road.

"Hurry up and help, put these bags in the freezer, put this bag in the sink, wash the fruits and put them on the fruit basket, put the previous fruits on top, put the new ones on the bottom, and put the new ones on the bottom. Yes, put the newly bought shampoo in the washroom, that's about it."

Ling Che lazily stood up, looked at the bag on the table, "I've finished all these, so what are you doing?"

Cheng Chen threw things at him, "Should I cook, or do you?" He looked at Ling Che expectantly. To be honest, except for the fried steak and half-cooked fried vegetables without salt for the first time, oh, yes I can't forget that delicious tomato and egg soup. He really hasn't tasted the rest. To be honest, he is a little bit looking forward to it.

Ling Che's reaction was to pick up a lot of bags and pack them up according to the instructions, and Cheng Chen turned to deal with tonight's menu.

Put the shampoo in the bathroom, wash the fruit and put it in the fruit basket, and put the old fruit under the newly bought fruit. Finally, put these bags of things in the freezer, and put everything in the freezer.

He opened the mouth of the bag, took a look inside, and was overwhelmed with surprise, his favorite meat, he knew that his Cheng Chen was just talking about it, how could he not be allowed to eat meat.

In the evening, there was indeed a plate of braised pork knuckles on the table, surrounded by a circle of green vegetables, surrounded by stars and moons.

In a certain three-bedroom house in S city.

The man with a handsome figure and handsome eyebrows is frowning for dinner, "Is he coming over for the Spring Festival this year?"

The middle-aged man with similar eyebrows and eyes said seriously, "Xiaoyu, how can you say that about Xiaochen? He is your younger brother." The hostility towards his son Cheng Yu and his nephew Cheng Chen really gave him quite a headache.

"Brother? With my father or with my mother? Is he the illegitimate child of the two of you registered with your aunt?" Cheng Yu sneered.

The woman sitting at the dining table frowned and reprimanded, "Cheng Yu, what are you talking about? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Aren't I right? You loved him since he was a child. Whenever I have a toy or something, as long as Cheng Chen comes, whichever toy takes a second look at, you will give it to him. Is it not partiality? ? Are you treating me so well? Huh?" Cheng Yu threw down his chopsticks, "If you don't eat, anyone who can eat will be full of anger."

The woman called him, "Xiaoyu, why are you full after just two bites? Come here quickly and eat more, how can you eat so little?"

Cheng Yu shouted without turning his head, "I'm so full, how can I eat? The thought of that person coming again makes me lose my appetite."

"Then do you want some supper? What do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you." The woman called him worriedly.

"Don't eat, I don't want to eat anything, I went back to my room to play on the computer."

Cheng Ming sighed, and said helplessly to his wife, "Why do you think this child hates Xiaochen so much?Didn't he play well when he was a child, he was really big-headed, why he didn't say anything when asked.

Huang Yali also shook her head helplessly, "I don't know, or is Xiaoyu upset because we care too much about Xiaochen? I don't think so, just say that now Xiaochen is studying outside and we haven't talked to him for more than half a year. Talking, Xiaoyu is different and still hates Xiaochen, could it be," she lowered her voice and asked mysteriously, "Could it be that she has reached puberty?"

"Adolescence? Shouldn't it be early?" Cheng Ming asked doubtfully.

Huang Yali glared at him, "Our Xiaoyu can't develop late? You idiot."

"...There are other things like this." Cheng Ming silently ate.

Sitting in front of the computer and watching a movie, Cheng Yu thought of his cousin Cheng Chen. For some reason, he always felt an inexplicable dislike when he saw it. He pulled out his hair in distress, and he didn't want to do this either, obviously he played well with Cheng Chen when he was a child.

When I was young, when I was four years old, I saw Cheng Chen who was only one year old for the first time. He was fragrant, white and tender, as cute as a piece of dough, and he would sweetly call himself "Brother Xiaoyu". When did you start hating him?

He lowered his head and pondered, probably that year his aunt died in a car accident abroad. It was supposed to be a bright and youthful smile full of sadness, but he still smiled lightly, tactfully facing every relative and friend who came to condolences.

Everyone praised "this kid is so sensible!" "This kid is so obedient!", and even his own parents talked about him all day long. The clothes he liked first were changed to Cheng Chen's before they were warmed up. In his hand; if there is only one chicken leg on the dining table, it is no need to think about giving it to Cheng Chen; the place where the family goes out to play must be the place Cheng Chen wants to go.

He felt that the care or love that originally belonged to him was forcibly divided in half, and he always felt that his parents loved Cheng Chen more than himself. He was very unhappy, so he hated Cheng Chen, and he wanted to revenge him. Everything about him is contradictory.