Dr. Chung’s 90s

Chapter 41 You Sing, I Come On

Dean Liu was also a kind-hearted person. He only laughed at the jokes. He also knew how to use a snakeskin bag to help Zhong Yu pack up the old hen tightly.

Looking at the old hen in the bag, Zhong Yu suddenly felt that his sense of security had increased several notches, and it would be much more convenient to take it home.

This was probably the first time I saw a doctor taking care of an old hen after get off work. I received a lot of attention gifts when I left the hospital.

Although it was a bit dumbfounding, Zhong Yu still stubbornly took the old hen home.

Although the old hen was good, it was not easy to get it into her mouth. She couldn't do the first step of killing the chicken.

Although Zhong Yu was able to come and go freely in the anatomy room and was a well-deserved surgical master on the operating table, she just didn't dare to kill the chicken.

Today's wet markets don't offer attentive services like killing chickens and removing their feathers.

Her neighbors were not familiar enough to ask for help, so she had no choice but to call her mother for help.

Zhou Qin was really responsive to her daughter's requests. As soon as she received the call, she got off work early and brought her son over.

The two of them arrived home earlier than Zhong Yu, and it was Song Congchun who opened the door when Zhong Yu came back.

Song Congchun drooled when she saw the old hen her sister brought back. He was a real chicken-eating maniac.

"Sister, you are very successful as a doctor. How about I also study medicine in the future?"

Zhong Yu was already exhausted after carrying such a heavy thing, so she drank some water to moisten her throat first.

When my unlucky brother said that there was a lot of oil and water, my instinctive reaction was that this old hen was indeed quite fat.

Shaking away the messy thoughts in her mind and blowing the fan, she said slowly as if she had come to life again:
"If you are not afraid of taking anatomy class, then go and learn it. I will protect you from now on."

Song Congchun got goosebumps as soon as he imagined the bloody scene of the general teacher, and immediately gave up and said:
"Forget it, I won't force myself anymore."

Zhou Qinti glanced at the old hen with a smile on his face and praised:
"This old hen is well raised. Look at the fat butt, and there must be a lot of oil on the body. I feel that there are still eggs. If you continue to raise it, you won't have to worry about eating eggs later."

Upon hearing what Zhou Qin said, Zhong Yu quickly waved his hand.

"I'm so busy that I don't even have food to eat, so I don't have time to raise chickens. I don't have a yard at home, and raising chickens would make them dirty. I'd better buy eggs to save trouble!"

Zhou Qin just said it casually and continued to discuss with her:
"I'll braise half of the chicken tonight, and I'll prepare the remaining half for you and put it in the refrigerator. You can make soup yourself when you have time. You know how to make soup, right?"

Zhong Yu nodded. Others don't know how to cook soup. She has acquired the skill of making soup since she was a teenager.

"Wouldn't half of the chicken be enough for Cong Chun? How about cooking it all so that he can eat enough?"

Song Congchun was helpless and couldn't help but protested:
"Sister, I can eat some, but my stomach is not a bottomless pit. Look at how fat this old hen is. You and mom will definitely not be able to eat much. It will be good if the three of us can take care of this half."

Zhong Yu is indeed not proficient in many trivial matters of life. When her brother said this, she did not retaliate.

Uncle Ma also brought her a lot of cucumbers, which looked juicy and delicious.

There are almost no food safety issues at this time, and there is no big problem in eating cucumbers even if they are not washed.

Zhou Qin and Song Congchun caught the chicken together and killed it. The chicken blood was put in a small bowl, put some salt in it and waited for it to solidify into pieces and cooked together with the chicken.

Zhong Yu gnawed on the cucumber and looked at it from a distance, as if he asked casually:
"Mom, will my Uncle Song be unhappy if I keep calling you to come and help?"

Zhou Qin didn't feel anything strange when she heard this. She said calmly:
"What right does he have to be unhappy? He is a parent. He can devote all his energy to his children, but I can't help you clean them up?"

Zhong Yu glanced at his younger brother's face and said softly:
"That's not true. I am an outsider after all. You always stay at my place overnight and don't take care of your family. It's normal for Uncle Song to be unhappy."

Zhou Qin didn't know her daughter's little thoughts, so she sneered and said:
"He's not a child, so he doesn't need me to take care of him every day. What's more, I only need to be responsible for the one who gave birth to me and what I gave birth to in this life. The one who gave birth to me is dead. I only need to take care of what I gave birth to. The rest will be fine." I can’t control that much.”

Zhou Qin spoke calmly, and there was no look of loneliness on his face. He was simply describing the facts.

Song Congchun also listened calmly, as if this topic had nothing to do with him.

Now he thinks very simply, everyone in the family can get what they want, and the rest is not important.

"Mom, if there's nothing for me to do here, I'll go do my homework."

Zhou Qin waved her hand, "It's nothing, just go about your business."

Song Congchun washed her hands and then hurried to the living room to do her summer homework. Zhong Yu continued to accompany her mother.

Zhou Qin now prefers to come here to accompany her daughter. She feels better without seeing Song Bingkun. As she gets older, she has gradually figured out that she has to live her own life after all, and it doesn't matter if she leaves anyone.

Zhong Yu has her mother in charge here, so she can lie on the sofa and watch TV while waiting for her meal.

Originally, Song Congchun was doing homework in the living room. As soon as his sister arrived, she turned on the TV and ate popsicles while watching TV. She didn't pay attention to her poor brother who was writing hard.

Song Congchun's resentful eyes almost saw through her, but Zhong Yu didn't care at all.

Whoever owns the territory decides who owns it, Song Congchun has no choice but to give in.

Despondently, he carried his textbooks back to the small study room where he slept to write. He didn't come out until Zhou Qin called for dinner.

Zhong Yu held the rice bowl and was extremely satisfied eating the fragrant chicken.

Not only could Song Congchun eat, he also had a golden tongue that knew how to eat. As soon as he tasted the taste, he praised:
"The taste of this chicken is extraordinary. The freshness is amazing. Even the chicken bones are full of freshness. It's the best chicken!"

Zhou Qin couldn't help but nod, "The chickens raised here are free-range and fed with whole grains, but they are different from the ones we usually buy at the vegetable market. Your grandmother's family does raise a lot of chickens like this, but it's a pity that our family eats them all." Not."

Song Bingkun's mother was also a strange woman. She always felt that as the factory director, Song Bingkun's family would definitely have no shortage of food and drink.

Every time she came to her son's house, she would not leave until the house was completely ransacked.

But if her children and grandchildren want to eat her food, her mouth can scold them all over.Song Congchun said unhappily:
"My grandma's food will turn you into an immortal if you eat it, but I don't dare to eat it."

Zhou Qin didn't covet the old lady's three melons and two dates, so he spoke lightly.

The three mothers were eating happily when the phone in the living room suddenly rang.

Zhong Yu immediately spat out the chicken bones in her mouth, stood up and ran to answer the phone. Her expression was solemn, and she looked cold and ready at any time.

Zhou Qin and Song Congchun had never seen Zhong Yu in this state. Zhou Qin also put down his chopsticks and followed nervously.

After answering the phone, Zhong Yu said in a calm voice:
"Hello! I am Zhong Yu, who are you?"

Song Bingkun on the other end of the phone was stunned when he heard this. He didn't know what was going on. The strange feeling that hit him made him feel as if he had found the wrong person.

After taking a moment to calm down and prepare his mind, he said sheepishly:
"A'yu, I'm your Uncle Song. I'm sorry to disturb your rest."

Zhong Yu listened patiently to him, but Zhou Qin couldn't tell any clues from her face and didn't know who was on the other end of the phone until she spoke.

"Uncle Song, you didn't disturb me. We are having dinner. Haven't you gone back to eat yet?"

Song Bingkun said with some embarrassment:
"I went back, but found that your mother was not at home, and there was no one at home to cook."

Zhong Yu sneered in his heart and said in a cold voice:
"Oh~ Sister Mei Ting is here on summer vacation, isn't she? I remember that she is very good at cooking, so there will definitely be no problem in making some home-cooked dishes."

Song Bingkun was speechless by what she said, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

Zhong Yu changed his tone again, pretending to be pitiful and said:
"Uncle Song also knows that the reason why I gave up a better future and returned to Haishi for development is to be with my mother and Congchun. I have no other relatives except them. Unlike Sister Meiting, who has Uncle Song to worry about everything, I request It’s not high, I just want my mother to stay with me for a few days occasionally.”

When she said this, her voice became choked up, making Song Bingkun feel a little embarrassed.

Zhou Qin was dumbfounded as she watched her daughter pretending, and she didn't know what to do for a moment.

Calmly, Zhong Yu continued:
"To you, my mother washes and cooks for you, but to me it's different. I thought, if you really can't put food on the table without my mother, why don't I pay for you to hire a nanny?" .”

Song Bingkun's face turned red with embarrassment at her words, and he quickly refused:
"No, how can a family like ours use a nanny? It can't be like this."

Zhong Yu said disapprovingly:
"What does it matter? I paid to buy my mother's freedom!
To put it bluntly, Uncle Song is several years older than my mother. If you leave first in the future, can Sister Mei Ting and the others take care of my mother?
Since Chun was still young, it was still too early for him to start a family and start a career. In the end, wouldn’t my mother have to rely on me?
What is the difference between paying now and paying later?
You have to be considerate and considerate of my mother. Whoever dies first of the old couple will enjoy the blessings!No one in this world will live the same life without someone else. "

Zhong Yu's tone of voice was soft, but it was the soft knife that cut deep.

Song Bingkun was speechless and didn't know how to refute her argument.

Was what she said wrong?Based on the actual situation, if Song Bingkun is gone, can Song Botao and Song Meiting treat Zhou Qin and his son well?
It would be a good idea not to fight over the real estate and drive the mother and son out of the house, but to talk about supporting and taking care of them is simply a fantasy.

Zhong Yu was not in a hurry, she patiently waited for the reply on the other end of the phone.

Song Congchun listened carefully on the sidelines. He was not unhappy because his sister was embarrassing his father. Instead, he came forward with his rice bowl and gnawed on the chicken legs and melon, as if it had nothing to do with me.

Zhong Yu couldn't see his leisurely look, so he reached out and grabbed his chicken legs to eat.

What does it mean to be caught off guard?That’s it!
Song Congchun had just put the chicken legs in the bowl. His sister's move was too fast. He should have taken a few more bites just now.

Zhou Qin's originally heavy mood was relieved by the play between her two children.

She raised her hand to take the phone and signaled her daughter to leave first.

Zhong Yu shrugged, she didn't feel angry or disappointed.

She already had a deep understanding of her mother's principles of life.

Today was just an appetizer. If she really wanted to break up the family, she would have taken action.

Zhou Qin acted as if she was unaware of the previous conversation between the two, and said calmly:
"What's wrong with you? I went to A Yu's place to help her kill chickens. The patient's family gave her an old hen. How could she, a young girl who has never done housework, know how to handle it? So she just called me to help."

When Song Bingkun heard Zhou Qin's voice, he felt like he had escaped and ascended to heaven.

For the first time, he felt that his wife's chatter about family affairs was so touching.

He said in a relaxed voice:
"It's time to help him more, A'yu is a good boy."

Zhou Qin pretended that nothing happened and said proudly:
"Isn't that right? If she hadn't grown up, she wouldn't have been so attracted to her. The two siblings can take care of each other. In the future, the brat will have many places to rely on his sister."

She also told Song Bingkun in a circumstantial way that no one except Zhong Yu could help with her younger son's future.

Song Bingkun was naughty sometimes, but he was not a fool either.

It was precisely because his younger son was so talented that he tried his best to pave the way for his older son.

Thinking about it now, if he left first, wouldn't his younger son's future be bleak before he has grown up?
Regardless of whether he admits it or not, Zhong Yu is the best support for mother and son. There is no way he can cut off the younger son's path.

Song Bingkun hesitated again and again, and still asked hesitantly:
"Then when are you coming back?"

Zhou Qin couldn't stop laughing, "I'm going back tomorrow, is it possible that I'll stay until the Chinese New Year?"

With her words, Song Bingkun suddenly felt more at ease.

"Okay! You come back early tomorrow and that's all. I'll go home and order some noodles to eat first."

Zhou Qin hummed, knowing that his mood had stabilized and there was no need to say anything more.

After hanging up the phone, the three of them continued to eat. There were some things that didn't need to be said in detail, as they knew it well.

(End of this chapter)