bestfiction Chapter 366 You want me and Song Ying to be shills?
Chapter 366 You want me and Song Ying to be shills?
Seeing Lao Wu's embarrassed look, Zhuang Chaoying felt a little sorry for him. "Lao Wu, how about this? Have Xiao Jun compile a question notebook, and every Saturday evening after dinner, he can come to me, and I'll answer his questions. Does that sound alright?"
Upon hearing this, Old Wu quickly stood up, rubbing his hands together incessantly. "Thank you so much, Teacher Zhuang! I'll head back now and won't bother you any longer."
When Huang Ling heard that Lao Wu was leaving, she quickly came out of the house, carrying the basket and net bag that Lao Wu had brought, which contained canned goods and a box of pastries. Without saying a word, she pushed them into Lao Wu's hands.
“Old Wu, it’s just me and Chaoying in my family, and no one will eat these things. You have many children, so please take them back for your children. We appreciate your kindness.”
Old Wu quickly declined. "I brought it for you, please accept it!" With that, he turned and walked out.
Huang Ling winked at Zhuang Chaoying and shook her head slightly.
Zhuang Chaoying immediately understood her meaning, took the things, and chased after her.
When Zhuang Chaoying returned, her hands were empty.
He went into the kitchen and carefully washed his hands under the tap.
Huang Ling stepped forward and thoughtfully tied an apron on him, unable to resist teasing him. "Old Wu, is that five yuan some secret stash you've been saving behind your sister's back?"
Zhuang Chaoying wiped her hands and smiled helplessly. "Who knows? Xiaojun's self-control is far inferior to his sister's; he needs a good person to keep an eye on him. I was just saying I'd help him with his questions, but I don't know if he can come this Saturday."
Huang Ling was breaking off pieces of rapeseed. "I don't know. Xiao Jun is someone we've watched grow up. If he comes, you should give him some good nourishment. After all, he lost his mother when he was young. Even if we don't care about Lao Wu and A-mei, let's help him out for the sake of the child."
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On Saturday, Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling ate dinner early and sat in the living room waiting for Xiaojun.
Song Ying had just asked the two of them to come over and play cards, but since Chao Ying needed to tutor Xiao Jun, she didn't go.
The wall clock ticked away, time ticking by, but Xiaojun still hadn't appeared.
Huang Ling glanced out the window every now and then. "Will Xiao Jun still be able to come? He really can't keep up with Shan Shan when it comes to studying."
Zhuang Chaoying comforted her. "Wait a little longer, maybe they'll eat late."
Half an hour later, a timid knock finally came from outside the door.
Zhuang Chaoying got up and opened the door, only to see Xiaojun with his head down, clutching a crumpled notebook tightly in his hand. "Teacher Zhuang, I'm sorry I'm late..."
Zhuang Chaoying saw Xiao Jun standing awkwardly at the door. This kid did have some ambition. "Come in."
Xiao Jun looked up, meeting Teacher Zhuang's gaze, his voice trembling with nervousness. "Yes, Teacher Zhuang."
Actually, he didn't want to come at first and was resistant to it, but his father called his sister who was studying at university in Shanghai. The disappointed tone in his sister's voice hit him hard.
He was afraid that his sister would be disappointed in him and stop talking to him. Because of this, he struggled with whether to come or not, which is why he was much later than agreed.
In the end, he still came.
When I go out, I often hear people talking about how my sister is a college student and that I, as her brother, am far inferior to her in academics and in every other aspect.
But he was never angry with his sister. In his heart, his sister was so outstanding that she should go to high school and go to university.
He secretly resolved to get into a vocational school so that his sister could be proud.
Although Xiaojun doesn't like studying, he's not stupid, and he's aware of his family's situation.
He knew that his father and stepmother were kind to him largely because he was a boy; while his sister's kindness to him was unconditional and heartfelt.
Therefore, he supported his sister in taking the college entrance exam and leaving this somewhat hypocritical home, as he was enough to keep her there.
Zhuang Chaoying pulled Xiaojun to sit beside her and patiently explained the knowledge of the third year of junior high school.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhuang Chaoying put down her pen. "That's enough for today, Xiaojun. From now on, come over every Saturday, and I'll go through the junior high school curriculum with you systematically."
Xiao Jun nodded vigorously. "Thank you, Teacher Zhuang and Aunt Huang." After saying that, he stood up and said goodbye to Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling.
Zhuang Chaoying turned around, took two basins and placed them next to the sofa. Then she picked up the thermos, poured in hot water, and occasionally tested the water temperature with her hand to adjust it to a suitable temperature.
The two sat on the sofa and dipped their feet into the water.
"Xiao Jun seems like a very sensible kid. I hope he can persevere this time."
"hope so."
Huang Ling held a peeled apple in her hand and took a bite.
Xiaoting and Pengfei have been in school for a month now, and the house has suddenly become quiet. She and Chaoying are slowly getting used to living with just the two of them.
To pass the time, they found some interesting things to do. Every morning, they would practice Tai Chi with Song Ying and her husband. The gentle movements not only kept them healthy, but after Tai Chi, they would also stop by the market to buy groceries. They lived a rather enjoyable life.
A few days ago, Huang Ling inadvertently saw Chao Ying standing alone at the top of the stairs on the third floor, looking at Xiao Ting and Peng Fei's room, and secretly wiping away tears.
Thinking of this, Huang Ling felt a pang of sadness and couldn't help but say, "Chao Ying, how about we go to Shanghai to visit Xiao Ting and the others next month for National Day?"
Zhuang Chaoying was bending over and fiddling with the soap. Hearing this, she didn't even look up. "Lift your foot."
Huang Ling lifted her foot as instructed, and Zhuang Chaoying continued speaking.
"It's probably not possible during the National Day holiday. The factory has already contacted other private factories to hold a trade fair during these three days off. The rice cooker we use at home was made by the factory. This trade fair is to promote the rice cooker and window air conditioner to the market."
Huang Ling gave a soft "Mmm". "Okay, I was thinking of going to Shanghai to see Xiaoting and Pengfei."
After saying that, she took a big bite of the apple.
After lathering up with soap, Zhuang Chaoying carefully scrubbed both of their feet, then placed them on the edge of the basin. "Song Ying can come over this weekend too, you two can help out..."
Huang Ling's eyes widened in surprise. "You want me and Song Ying to be shills? Society has really changed these days. Fabric sellers have fabric shills, shoe sellers have shoe shills."
After wiping her feet, Zhuang Chaoying threw the two of their socks into the basin before raising her head and giving a serious explanation.
"Live up the atmosphere, that's what we call creating a lively atmosphere, not any 'shills' or anything like that. When someone is the first to buy, others will also gather around out of curiosity. People in China love to watch a good show, and this is also known as the ice-breaking effect."
Upon hearing this, Huang Ling's surprise instantly turned into a smile, her eyes crinkling as she handed over the apple core. "Chao Ying, you're so naughty! How come I didn't notice before?"
Zhuang Chaoying moved the trash can next to her, a smile playing on her lips. "I thought you already knew. You're so mean. Ah Ling, you haven't shaved me in ages."
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