The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 903
A square table and two bowls of noodles.

Each person has a fried golden poached egg on the noodles.

Zheng Huaizuo got up early to practice Kung Fu. He was very hungry and finished the noodles in three naps.

The little girl just took a few sips.

Huaizuo waited impatiently, twisting left and right. Xie Zhifei knew that little Huaizuo began to call this girl a pig again in his heart.

When the pig ate the last few bites, Huai Zuo snatched it away, scooped up the noodles and stuffed them into his mouth. He scooped them up with his chopsticks, but the poached eggs were still there.

"Why don't you eat the eggs?"

"greasy!"

"What do you want to do? It's your choice."

Huai Zuohun bit the egg into his mouth nonchalantly and said vaguely: "Why did mother forget again? I clearly asked her to sleep on two eggs."

Huaiyou smiled but said nothing.

Eight-year-old Zheng Huaizuo thought he was about to get Shuanglu and didn't notice anything. However, 21-year-old Xie Zhifei felt a pain in his heart.

Huaiyou has a bad stomach and cannot eat greasy food, so his usual meals are delivered by someone from the front yard.

The eggs are either steamed or boiled. They are so tender that when you take a bite, the yellow color will flow out.

The longevity noodles for the four people in Haitangyuan are all cooked by my mother.

Mom likes fried eggs, and she also puts a lot of oil in them. After Huaiyou ate them once, he had a stomachache for most of the day.

It was his birthday the next year, so he took it seriously and told his mother not to fry the eggs but to cook them with water. Eggs lying in water would nourish the stomach.

Unexpectedly, my mother turned around and forgot again.

In this way, every year on his birthday, he always gets two eggs, and Huaiyou gets a bowl of light plain noodles.

The child's world attributes the problem to "forgetting."

But Xie Zhifei understood that her mother had deliberately used these hidden tricks to make Xiao Huaiyou grow eyes.

……

In Xie Zhifei's memory, my mother was a good-looking woman.

In particular, her eyes are very special, and her smile looks like a crescent moon. My father once said that it would be better if my mother smiled more.

Yes, in my memory, my mother rarely smiled, and she always looked cold and cold.

Her coldness is different from Yan Sanhe's coldness.

Yan Sanhe's coldness is coldness, with nothing else mixed in except arrogance.

Mother was so cold, he had smacked her many times during the ten years he had been Third Master Xie, and he always felt that it was mixed with something else.

"Fifth grandma, fifth grandma!"

"coming."

The person who came was the chief manager of the Zheng Mansion, carrying a baggage in his hand.

After seeing the gift, the chief steward handed the baggage over and said without saying a word: "Fifth Grandma, this old slave is retiring."

"Sir, wait a minute, it's almost August [-]th..."

"Fifth Grandma, don't worry. I've told you all, and I'll pick as much this year as in previous years."

"Thank you for your hard work, Chief Manager."

"Fifth grandma, you're welcome."

The chief steward bowed and exited, not forgetting to close the door when he walked out of the yard.

Zhao Qingyun looked at the door with some resentment for a long time before turning back to his room.

Xie Zhifei followed.

The things in the bag were so familiar to him. According to the rules of the Zheng Mansion, when the young master celebrates his birthday, the children will have four new clothes, and the parents will have two new clothes.

Every year on his birthday, the old manager would always send it to him in person.

It is given to every room, never preferring one to another.

But what to pick on August [-]th, we still picked the same amount as in previous years - Xie Zhifei didn't know very well.

There seems to be no such thing in my memory.

Are you picking sweet-scented osmanthus?

At this time, Zhao Qingyun had already unpacked his baggage, and his face showed displeasure, "It's a dull color again. Am I seven years old, or eighty?"

I mumbled, but I still tried it.

The color of the green bamboo was indeed not outstanding. Zhao Qingyun opened the box on the dressing table, picked up a phoenix hairpin from it, and inserted it into his bun.

I looked left and right, but I still wasn’t satisfied.

He took out a rouge box from the makeup box, opened it, applied a little rouge on his pale lips.The dull and plain face has a touch of color, making the whole person come alive.

Zhao Qingyun twisted her waist, swayed her hips in front of the bronze mirror, and turned a few times on the same spot, like a bright butterfly, showing off the charm of a mature woman in a deserted place and in the darkness.

Xie Zhifei was stunned.

In my memory, my mother has always been pure and dignified. Not to mention wearing makeup and makeup, just the way she twerks and swings her hips is something that the Zhao family's tutor cannot teach her.

At this moment, Zhao Qingyun seemed to have thought of something, threw away his new clothes, took out his handkerchief and wiped off the rouge.

"You can't even go out of this courtyard, so who can you dress up for?"

She angrily said: "There is still hope in jail, but there is not even a little hope in these days."

"Mother, mother, I finished eating with my sister and went into the study to practice calligraphy."

Huaizuo's voice came from outside the door.

Zhao Qingyun looked a little panicked, "Go ahead and remember Wen Shu. Mom will take the exam soon."

"It's another exam, and I won't let you take a break on my birthday. Life is really hard..."

As the footsteps faded away, Zhao Qingyun took off the phoenix hairpin and stood in front of the bronze mirror again. With his hands like peeling onions, he touched the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes inch by inch.

After a long while, she sighed, "Life is really hard!"

The corners of Xie Zhifei's eyes twitched slightly.

It turns out that my mother's reluctance was not just for the nunnery's biological daughter.

And for herself!
……

In the study room, two children were practicing calligraphy on one side of the desk and on the other side of the desk.

Xie Zhifei did not enter the house, but stood outside the screen window.

He didn't even need to raise his eyes to know that eight-year-old Zheng Huaizuo was lazily lying on the table, eagerly waiting for his sister to finish writing, and then help him write.

After lying down for a while, Huai Zuo became impatient again.

"I'm slow to eat, and I'm slow to write no matter what!"

Huaiyou didn't even raise his eyelids, writing stroke by stroke.

Huai Zuo moved closer to cause trouble, but she raised her eyes coldly. Huai Zuo became more honest and stopped moving, but he did not stop talking:

"When dad comes back after buying Shuanglu, you put it away first. When they fall asleep, I will come and get it secretly."

"elder brother!"

Huaiyou stopped writing: "Warm the book, my mother will come to check it later, don't make her unhappy."

"I'm both warm at books and warm at books. I'm not the type to study at all."

Huaizuo raised his eyebrows: "I will be a general in the future, leading troops to fight like my grandfather did, killing, killing, killing!"

"Brother, the book says that generals also need to study and learn various military techniques."

"Isn't it you? In the future, I will make you a clerk. You will think of military strategies for me and write for me. I will be responsible for killing bad guys."

"I'm female."

"How about the girl? When you come back, you will be the first female clerk in our country, dedicated to serving me, the great general."

"Brother, it's only morning now."

"What do you mean?"

"You have to wait until night to dream."

Huai Zuo leaned down heavily, "That's right, I can't even get out of Haitang Courtyard, when will I be able to become a general!"

"Oh, you touched me, and this whole thing was ruined by you."

"You can't tell clearly, it can be fooled."

"Brother, you can't fool around with anything, especially reading and writing. You can't fool around with it."

"Zheng Huaiyou, if you keep saying these nonsense, I won't go with you."

"If it's not good, it's not good. Who cares?"

Huaiyou raised the back of his hand to wipe away his tears, "If you turn around and get beaten, don't let me rub it for you."

"Oh, why are you still crying? I'm good to you. Isn't it enough to be good to you?"

Huaizuo leaned over with a playful smile, "When mother falls asleep in the afternoon, I'll go set up a net in the yard and catch a few birds for you to play with. How about that?"

Just as the word "good" was about to come out of her mouth, Huaiyou glanced at the figure outside the window and quickly kicked her brother with her foot.

Her brother looked up.

"Mom, why did you come here so quietly?"

(End of this chapter)