Wonderful Rebirth

Chapter 13 Ah Xing is very straightforward
Zhou Axing's temper is not very good. After chatting with Yang Qi for a few words, he didn't want to talk anymore. He said directly to Yang Qi: "Can you go away? I still have to practice! If your friend in Hong Kong comes to Heng Shop, you can take me to have a look! See if he really looks like me! As long as it doesn't rain, I practice here every morning! Now you can go!"

"Okay, bye!"

Yang Qi smiled and waved his hand to leave. When he left, he still turned his head a few steps and looked at Zhou Axing, who was very similar to Zhou Xingchi, with a smile.

It took Yang Qi a stroll around the park, and it took almost an hour. At this time, the bright red sun had already illuminated the east, so Yang Qi took a leisurely walk home again.

When he got home, his mother, Luo Shangmei, was washing clothes in the yard. There was a big red basin, a red plastic washboard, and a small plastic stool under her buttocks. Hearing the sound of the courtyard door being pushed open, Luo Shangmei stroked the hanging hair with her wrist that was not covered with foam, and frowned when she turned her head and saw Yang Qi coming back.

"Xiao Qi! Where did you go so early in the morning? Just now I asked you to have breakfast and saw that there was no one in your room!"

"Wake up early in the morning, go out for a walk, and get some fresh air!"

Yang Qi had a gentle attitude, with a faint smile habitually on the corner of his mouth.

Luo Shangmei was slightly taken aback when she saw it, she didn't see it clearly in the dark last night, now she saw Yang Qi's mature temperament, steady eyes, and that faint gentle smile, she felt a strange feeling.

In her impression, her son rarely looked directly at her, and his eyes were always wandering, either looking at the side, looking at the toes, or looking at the sky, anyway, he just didn't meet her eyes.

His face is always expressionless, and his brows seem to be always frowning, but Yang Qi, who just opened the courtyard door, has his brows stretched and his eyes steady. Although his eyes still give people a melancholy feeling, his smile is refreshing Gentle, the spirit of the whole person is very different from the past.

Such a son, Yang Qi, made her feel a little strange, but also a little relieved.

Maybe, after what happened last night, my son has really matured a lot.

"Breakfast is still hot in the pot, hurry up and eat it! Your sister Yingqiong has already eaten it and went to school! By the way, you haven't taken the morning medicine yet? Remember to eat some after dinner!"

Luo Shangmei put away the words that she wanted to blame her son. She turned her head and continued to wash the clothes vigorously, but she did not forget to care about Yang Qi.

"Got it, Mom!"

Smiling Yang Qi agreed, walked into the main room unhurriedly, walked into the kitchen, lifted the lid of the rice cooker, and saw that there was still half a pot of pumpkin porridge left in it.

A few large glass bottles next to it contained pickled cucumbers, miscellaneous sauces, salted beans, and a large bottle of unknown sauce, which looked purple.

I took a look around the environment in the kitchen. The walls are covered with white tiles, the floor is covered with brown tiles, and the white stove. Everything is half old, but it is clean and tidy, and the hygiene is very good. My mother and him remember each other. As hardworking as in.

Yang Qi is not picky about food, he filled a large bowl of pumpkin porridge, and ate it with the pickles in the large glass bottles on the stove. After eating, he consciously washed all the dishes, including the ones his sister had eaten, and put them in the sink bowls and chopsticks.

When it was over, I walked out of the kitchen and saw that the floor was a bit dirty, so I went to get a broom to clean it up, and went to the kitchen to get a rag to wipe the Eight Immortals table in the main room.

While doing this, Yang Qi always had a faint smile on his lips.

He has been used to doing these things since he was a child. He used to depend on his grandfather for life. When he was a little older, he began to learn to do housework. Later, he basically did all the housework.

He is different from most young boys in the original world. He not only devotes himself to cultivation, but rarely goes out to play outside of cultivation. In his spare time, he either reads books or learns about various knowledge and information online, or organizes housework and prepares three meals a day.

These are all things that grandpa has cultivated since he was a child.

He remembers that when he was very young, his grandfather told him: "You have to do everything you can do well by yourself! Grandpa can't take care of you forever, you have to learn to take care of yourself! Otherwise, when grandpa dies, no one will be able to take care of you." Take care of you!"

Therefore, Yang Qi is a good hand at housework.

Moreover, he did it carefully and carefully, without any impatience.

Sometimes he would think: Maybe my patience is exercised when I do those housework!
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When Yang Qi cleaned up the kitchen and the main room, Zhou Axing's family of four was having breakfast around the table at Zhou Axing's house deep in a certain alley on another street.

Porridge, steamed buns, a few side dishes.

The atmosphere at the table was slightly silent, father, mother, sister, and Zhou Axing were all eating breakfast in muffled voices, the only sounds on the dining table were the clinking of bowls and chopsticks, and the sound of Xili's snoring while drinking porridge.

For the Zhou family, this was just an ordinary morning. The father, mother, and sister who had to go to work after breakfast were as usual, and they didn’t talk much. Looking at the mother who was eating, she asked abruptly, "Mom! Do I have any brothers who were separated outside?"

"hold head high?"

Zhou's mother suddenly heard her son ask this question, she stopped eating the steamed buns that had been brought to her mouth in astonishment, and looked at her son with a serious expression in bewilderment.

Zhou's father and sister also looked up in astonishment.

The serious and serious expression on Zhou Axing's face stunned her unknown sister Zhou Lan, thinking that Axing had found some evidence, she subconsciously looked at her mother and then at her father, her eyes full of doubts.

"Snapped!"

After Zhou's mother realized it, she tapped the back of Zhou Axing's hand heavily with the chopsticks in her hand, and scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about? Your father and I gave birth to you and your sister! How can you get lost outside? Brother? Are you out of your mind?"

Zhou's father glanced at Zhou Axing coldly, lowered his head and continued to eat silently without making a sound.

But Zhou Axing is a straightforward person. After being taught by his mother, he still poked his neck and said seriously: "When I was practicing in the park this morning, a stranger suddenly asked me if my surname was Zhou, and said he had A friend looks very similar to me, and his surname is Zhou! What is his name Zhou Xingchi! I don’t think he is lying to me when he speaks!”

When he said these words, Zhou Axing kept his serious eyes on the faces of his mother and father.

Zhou Lan opened his mouth slightly, obviously surprised.

"A Xing! What you said is true?"

After asking, she looked suspiciously at her parents' expressions again.

Zhou's father frowned slightly and then raised his head, carefully distinguishing Zhou Axing's expression, Zhou's mother was taken aback, looked carefully at her son's serious expression, blinked, and slowly looked at her husband suspiciously.

"Zhou! Tell me what's going on? Did you have another son with another woman outside behind my back? Huh?"

(End of this chapter)