Reborn 1990's Fat Wife Should Be Self-Reliant

Chapter 32

In her previous life, Zhou Huilan was almost a daughter who was brought up by herself, except for occasional visits to her natal family. She was not spoiled, and was even a little strict with her. So after something happened to her in her previous life, Wang Jianye and her mother threatened and sugar-coated the child. To coax the past.

At first, Zhou Huilan was desperate and angry.

But if you don't have the courage to die, you have to live. She has come to understand after she has experienced a lot. Zhou Zhenhai still can't tell right from wrong, not to mention that Yaoyao was only four years old at that time, and she was just a child.

Facing her daughter's grievances at this moment, Zhou Huilan just stretched out her hands to her, "Come here, mom hugs."

Yaoyao, who was originally stubborn, pursed her lips and thought for a moment, and threw herself into Zhou Huilan's arms, her two muddy hands pressed firmly on Zhou Huilan's lower back, and the little girl buried her face in her mother's arms, Showing a smirk that succeeded in trickery.

"Mom has to take a bath and do laundry now, are you happy?" Zhou Huilan stared at her daughter seriously, "Mom told you to wash your hair now because Mom will take you to meet an old grandpa later. You smell of sweat all over your body, if you go out without washing it, won't you feel uncomfortable?"

Yaoyao nodded obediently.

She understands the truth, but when she was interrupted while having fun, she really couldn't control her anger.

"Lie down on your mother's lap and wash your hair first."

Yaoyao obediently lay down on her mother's lap, turned over in a jerk, turned her face up to Zhou Huilan, and immediately smiled shamelessly, "Mom, you are so pretty."

Zhou Huilan was so angry that she gave her a blank look, and wet her hair with water. There was no shampoo at home, so she rubbed the soap on the top of her head a few times. The small amount of foam quickly covered every strand of hair. After a few massages, rinse with water. It's clean, and it's finished.

With the remaining water in the basin, Zhou Huilan threw a towel and wiped Yaoyao's head, face and neck all over, helped her up to wash her hands, and Zhou Huilan went into the room to find clothes for her.

The clothes on her body were dirty, so Zhou Huilan could only change into a set of loose sportswear from before. She wanted to dress up Yaoyao, but found that she had gained a lot of weight, and the few skirts in the closet couldn't fit anymore.

Zhou Huilan looked helplessly at her chubby daughter, "It seems that not only mother wants to lose weight, Yaoyao also needs to control her food intake."

"I don't want it, the food my mother cooks is so delicious, I want to eat it all!"

"Then I'll make the food more unpalatable in the future."

"As long as it's made by my mother, I like to eat it!" Yaoyao smiled and threw herself at Zhou Huilan, her round arms and legs seemed to be pinching dough, but Zhou Huilan's smile was a bit far-fetched.

In her previous life, she returned to Anning when Yaoyao was in high school.

At that time, Yaoyao was still fat, and she hadn't grown up in size. Standing in a class of high school students, she obviously looked like a child and didn't fit in well. Coupled with her introversion and low self-esteem, she didn't even have a single friend at school.

Later, Zhou Huilan also asked the doctor, saying that her height was not developed due to being overweight during puberty, and children who were overweight during infancy may have a higher chance of being obese when they grow up.

In the future, I really can't let her eat so freely.

After changing her clothes and talking to Granny Duan, Zhou Huilan led Yaoyao out the door.

The Drum Tower area can be regarded as the most prosperous place in Anning in the early 90s, not only because of its historical origins, but also because the city government is two streets away from the west of the Drum Tower.

There are many government agencies and units, and family homes are all built nearby. The consumption level of people in this area is obviously higher.

What Zhou Huilan is going to today is the Family Hospital of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

When she got to the door, Zhou Huilan said she wanted to find Director Huang, but the guard stopped her from entering.

"You can look for it when you say it. There are so many people who want to look for Director Huang all day long. They are all off work. If they have something to do, they will go to the bureau tomorrow." The guard said, looking at the mother and daughter with contempt.

He didn't pay attention to Zhou Huilan's attire at all, his eyes wandered back and forth on her hands, and he carried a broken lunch box, which is too shabby.

"I'm really Director Huang's relative, call him if you don't believe me."

"There is no charge for the phone bill, just call as you say."

Zhou Huilan also saw what the guard wanted to do, so she stepped forward and opened the lunch box. The condensed lard was white and tender, and exuded a faint peppery smell.

"Call Huang Bureau and tell me my name is Zhou Huilan. If he won't let me in, I'll give you this box of lard." After speaking, Baji covered the lunch box.

"Really?" The guard's eyes lit up, he had never seen lard boiled like this, it was as delicate as butter.

"really!"

The phone rang again, but no one answered.

The guard reached out to get lard, but Zhou Huilan blocked it, "I didn't answer the phone, so keep calling."

"There is no one in Director Huang's house, so come back tomorrow! But we agreed, the lard is mine..."

After speaking, she still wanted to grab it, and Zhou Huilan was also speechless to this person.

It is said that Hades is easy to see and little ghosts are difficult to deal with, and she has really seen it today.

"What I'm talking about is, Director Huang said he couldn't see me, so this box of lard will be given to you. Now Director Huang has not been contacted. Why are you in a hurry? Who knows if you made a random call to fool me here? !"

"Who fooled you!" The guard suddenly raised his voice, directly revealing his guilty conscience.

Zhou Huilan saw that it was obviously impossible to explain clearly, so she simply dragged the guard out of the reception room, entered the room by herself, looked at the phone book on the table, and dialed Director Huang's home.

The internal line was still used here, and the phone was picked up within two rings.

The guard, who had been pinched by Zhou Huilan's wrist and baring his teeth and claws, immediately fell silent when he heard a voice from the other end of the phone.

He thought that Zhou Huilan was a poor relative from the countryside, but he didn't expect that she would use the internal phone?

It was Huang Hanqing's wife who answered the phone. After hearing Zhou Huilan's words, it was quickly replaced by Huang Ju himself. Without saying a word, Zhou Huilan let go of the guard and handed him the phone.

"Uncle Huang asked you to answer the phone."

The guard's face turned pale. Fortunately, Director Huang didn't say anything, but he was afraid that Zhou Huilan wouldn't be able to find the door, so he asked the guard to send their mother and daughter in.

Huang Hanqing and Zhou Zhenhai both came out of Nanwa Township to serve as soldiers when they were fighting devils. They said they were brothers, but Zhou Zhenhai was a dozen years older than him.

Zhou Huilan's mother also came from Nanwa. When she was still alive, Huang Hanqing ate at Zhou's house at least fifteen days a month.

Later, when her mother passed away, the two old men quarreled over her elder brother Zhou Weijun's military service. After that, Huang Hanqing never went to Zhou's house again.

But when Zhou Huilan got married, he went.

The guard led Zhou Huilan to the front of a row of small western-style buildings, and as soon as she rang the doorbell, Huang Hanqing, who was wearing slippers, came out to welcome her.

"Niece, hurry up, come in!"

After entering the small gate, there are also things planted on both sides, but they are all flowers and plants, which are completely different from Zhou Zhenhai's down-to-earth small vegetable garden.

(End of this chapter)