Forty has a hurdle

Chapter 117 Busy Parents

"Hehe, there are meat sausages that Huanhuan likes to eat, as well as bacon, and some vegetables grown in the field."

Li Lifen helped her son put down the bag on his shoulder, and said with a smile.

As he spoke, he opened the bag and took things out one by one.

Zhao Hongming looked at it, good guy, there are more than a dozen sections of sausage, and there are three pieces of bacon weighing almost two kilograms.

What's this?Carrot, my god, you always pretend to be five big.

Greens, cabbage, and even a bag of potatoes.

"Mom, you must have pulled out all the radishes in the ground! Why did you bring so many, you can't finish them!

And this sausage, so much, I can't fit it in the refrigerator.

There is also bacon, didn't you just take it when you came back from the Chinese New Year?These were specially left at home for your elders to eat, so what else did you use them for? "

Zhao Hongming said dumbfounded.

Especially the sausage, which is pork carefully selected by the old man, and brought to the market for people to pack.

It's delicious to eat once in a while, but if you eat a meal in this session, when will you eat it for more than a dozen sessions?

"The radishes, greens, and cabbage are all from your second aunt's land. The vegetables in this city are not as delicious as those grown at home. These are all without potion. In your words, what are they called. "

Faced with her son's complaints, Li Lifen was not at all unhappy.

Just picked up all kinds of vegetables and said seriously.

"Green, pollution-free.

Hong Ming, there are not many dishes here. There are several people in the family, and they can finish eating in a few days. "

Zhao Yuancheng heard that his wife couldn't speak clearly, so he interjected.

Hearing what his father said, Zhao Hongming stopped muttering.

He was also quick-mouthed for a while, so he talked so much with his mother.

In fact, how could he not know what his parents wanted?
Parents all over the world are the same, they all want to leave the best for their children.

What the bag contains is not vegetables and bacon, but the love of parents for their children.

Zhao Hongming and his mother tidied up all the things, "Dad, I'll teach you how to put on the TV. Look, press this button first, then this."

Seeing his father sitting on the sofa doing nothing, Zhao Hongming picked up the remote control and taught his father to turn on the TV.

The TV in the home is basically a decoration in normal times.

Since Zhao Huan went to junior high school, except for watching occasionally on weekends, he also held his mobile phone and didn't watch TV at all.

As for Zhao Hongming and his wife, one revises the book and prepares lessons, and the other hurry up to write novels, so there is no time to watch TV.

Even when I am free, I lie on the bed and watch short videos.

If it weren't for the parents coming today, the TV at home would still be eating ashes.

The TV at home is a smart TV, and it comes with video playback software, so Zhao Hongming simply stopped the previous set-top box.

The only trouble now is that to open the playback software in the TV, you need to press the button several times.

After teaching it again, Zhao Yuanguo really didn't understand it.

"Okay, okay, I will teach your mother to do it at night, and now you can open it for me." After only a few minutes of work, Zhao Yuancheng pushed his son away impatiently.

Zhao Hongming had no choice but to open the software and find a series of military themes to show to his father.

People of my father's generation love to watch wars, wars of resistance, spy wars and so on.

Influenced by his father, Zhao Hongming did not watch such dramas less when he was young.

After finding a cup and making a cup of tea for his father, Zhao Hongming moved the computer on the dining table back to the bedroom.

Then he sat back on the sofa and watched TV with his father while chatting.

After a while, he realized that there seemed to be no trace of his mother.

There was a faint rustling sound in his ears, and he listened carefully that it was coming from the bathroom.

He hurried over to see that his mother, Li Lifen, was squatting next to the toilet with a brush in her hand, cleaning the toilet.

"Mom, why did you come here, put it down quickly, Yali and I will clean these on weekends, you don't need to do it."

Zhao Hongming quickly snatched the brush from his mother's hand.

"This toilet still needs to be cleaned frequently. You are so old, how can you not even do a good job of hygiene?" Li Lifen couldn't help scolding when the brush was snatched from her hand.

"I know, I know, I'm usually busy, I'll do it, you go watch TV."

Hearing his mother scolding himself with the tone of admonishing a child, Zhao Hongming couldn't help feeling dizzy, so he quickly picked up the brush and started cleaning.

At the same time, I drove my mother out.

By the time he came out of the bathroom, it was already half an hour later.

Anyway, it was cleaning, so he simply cleaned the whole bathroom.

At this moment, the two old men were sitting on the sofa watching TV with great interest.

He smiled slightly, and when he was about to sit on the sofa, he heard his father Zhao Yuancheng say: "If you have something to do, go and do it. Don't worry about us. We are not guests, so we don't need you to greet us!"

"That's fine, you two will watch TV first, take a rest, and come out after I finish my work." Zhao Hongming was delighted when he heard it.

He just hasn't finished writing today's novel.

Don't look at only [-] words a day, at his speed, he can basically finish writing in about two hours.

But to write [-] a day unshakably, and persist for a month, this is a matter of perseverance.

If it wasn't for the 600 yuan Quanqing, and because Zhao Huan had nothing to do while he was doing his homework, I'm afraid Zhao Hongming wouldn't be able to keep going.

This month will be over in two days, and Zhao Hongming is a little happy when he thinks that he will get 600 yuan for the manuscript next month.

Our size is also a 'writer' who can get paid.

Because he is writing fairy tale novels, the content is basically based on imagination, so as long as he has an idea, he can continue to write smoothly.

Unlike those authors who write realistic themes, the content of each chapter must be carefully thought out before writing, at least it must be realistic, otherwise what is written will not be realistic, but fantasy
By the time he finished writing [-] words, it was already around five o'clock in the afternoon.

The immersive code words made him forget the time.

At this time, Qin Yali was only about half an hour away from school, but his dinner was not ready yet.

After checking the time on the computer, Zhao Hongming quickly opened the door and prepared to go to the kitchen to cook.

Who knew, when he opened the door, he saw his father and mother already busy in the kitchen.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Hongming's nose suddenly soured.

This scene is very familiar to him.

As long as he can remember, his parents have been busy in the kitchen like this.

Now he's 40 and his parents still do
(End of this chapter)