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Chapter 527 Turning Faces Like Flipping a Book! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

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The small room was filled with the rich aroma of fish soup.

On the dining table was a large ceramic basin.

The soup inside was clear, with three small fish that were already cooked through and a handful of pickled cabbage as a side dish, floating up and down in the soup.

Wu Aiguo sat at the table, eating fish and rice porridge with gusto, finding it extremely delicious even with little oil and salt.

He ate three large bowls of coarse grain rice in one go, and only then did he feel about 80% full. He put down the large bowl, which he had licked clean, to indicate that he had finished eating.

He glanced at his younger sister, Wu Aihong, who was also eating fish soup rice with her head down, and a knowing smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

There might be delicious food, and the atmosphere at the dinner table in the evening is unusually harmonious.

The pickled cabbage and fish soup was made by Wu Aiguo himself. It was clear that the skills he had occasionally learned in his previous life were quite good. Although it lacked many seasonings, it still made the family feel like they were eating a meat dish made by a master chef in a state-run restaurant.

As the head of the household, Wuzhi was quite satisfied with his meal.

He ate a small, overcooked fish, swallowing it whole, bones and all, and felt incredibly lazy and uncomfortable.

Although I was a level 5 worker, I was still doing physically demanding work in the factory, and I really couldn't do without enough to eat.

He hadn't felt like he was eating this well in a long time.

The young man surnamed He from house number 95 next door, at such a young age, already knows how to treat people differently based on their status.

I just became the head chef of the cafeteria, and my hands were shaking like I was sick when I was serving food at the window.

Those with whom you have a good relationship and find each other agreeable will get more benefits, while those with whom you have a casual relationship will only get bland and unappealing benefits.

Wu Zhi is a veteran worker, and a dignified fifth-grade worker at that. How could he possibly lower himself to fawn over a young man?

And so it was; he had been eating only bland soup for several months, and his whole body looked thin and emaciated, as if he hadn't eaten enough.

Zhang Li is a good 'mother'!
She kept picking fish out of bones and serving fish to her two biological sons, making her the busiest person at the dinner table.

But the glances he occasionally cast at Wu Aiguo were extremely cold.

After the meal was finished, the fish soup in the earthenware pot, along with the three small fish, was completely eaten clean.

Even the pickled cabbage soaking in it was completely gone.

Without needing to be told, ten-year-old Wu Aihong deftly took the bowls and chopsticks away and began washing them by the large water vat outside the door.

Every now and then, the sounds of neighbors chatting and laughing could be heard in the quiet house.

It's nothing more than casual conversation like, "What did you eat tonight? It smelled so good." Although the tone was envious, it was still within acceptable boundaries.

Wu Aihong's voice was filled with excitement.

"Patriotism, where did those three little fish come from?"

Suddenly, the stepmother, Zhang Li, spoke up, her eyes filled with suspicion as she looked at Wu Aiguo: "Could it be that you got it by dishonest means?"

These words immediately created a tense atmosphere in the room, which had been quiet.

"Aunt Zhang, I didn't see you just now. Also, Ai Dang and Ai Jun, eat less!"

Wu Aiguo didn't fly into a rage; instead, he calmly said something.

Such a calm reaction surprised not only Zhang Li, who was just waiting for the 'battle' to begin, but also Wu Zhi, who had been playing a supporting role all along.

Zhang Li blushed, but stubbornly retorted, "Since it's already been boiled into soup, wouldn't it be a waste not to eat it?"

"What I'm saying is, if you're not honest, explain yourself as soon as possible so we can compensate the other party!"

This statement is ambiguous. It's unclear whether Zhang Li is genuinely scheming or simply has a habit of setting traps when she speaks.
Based on her words, she had already definitively concluded that Wu Aiguo was 'slip-up'.

Sure enough, Wu Zhi suddenly shouted, "Speak! What exactly happened?"

Wu Aiguo clearly saw Zhang Li's lips curl into a slight smile, clearly quite pleased with herself. "I got it in Beihai!"

He pointed to the irregularly shaped long stick placed by the door and said softly, "This is what we use!"

"You bullshit!"

The fourteen-year-old second son, Ai Dang, suddenly spoke up: "Without a fishing rod and hook, how could you possibly catch a fish with just a stick?"

Zhang Li's eyes lit up. She was about to add fuel to the fire, but Wu Zhi spoke up faster: "Your strength is already enough to catch fish?"

"I only caught three small fish all afternoon, what a waste of time!"

Wu Aiguo didn't answer directly, but looked at Zhang Li and said slowly, "Teacher Yan from the neighboring courtyard at number 95 is also fishing nearby, so we came back together!"

Zhang Li's face immediately turned bright red!

But the next moment, she still complained, "Since you came back with Teacher Yan, why didn't you say so earlier?"

In fact, she also started to complain about her husband, Wu Zhi.

Judging from Wu Zhi's words, he was clearly not surprised that Wu Aiguo, that eyesore, could catch fish with a stick.

Since you knew, why didn't you speak up sooner?
This made her feel quite embarrassed.

"We're going out to play!"

Before Wu Aiguo could even speak, his two younger brothers, Wu Aidang and Wu Aijun, had already eagerly gone out to play with their friends.

Without those two carefree kids, the atmosphere in the room became even more oppressive, though Wu Aiguo didn't seem to care much.

He got up, intending to go out for a stroll, as he really didn't want to see his stepmother Zhang Li's somewhat sharp and mean face.

Of course, according to his aesthetic standards, this stepmother was indeed quite good-looking.

It is not as good as Qin Huai Ruo in the neighboring No. 95 courtyard, but the difference is still within an acceptable range.

On the contrary, his biological father, Wuzhi, had a kind and honest face.

This might be one of the main reasons why the biological father always gave in to the stepmother, but Wu Aiguo didn't find it strange at all.

"By the way, Aiguo, your food rations are running low!"

At this moment, Zhang Li disregarded everything else and immediately spoke up to remind her.

The subtext is obvious: Get out of here!

"I remember the rations I brought should last for another ten days or so, right?"

Wu Aiguo glanced at Wu Zhi, who was sitting silently beside him, and chuckled, "It just so happens that I'll be going to school to pick up my graduation certificate those few days!"

"How could there be more than ten days' worth of rations left?"

Zhang Li's voice involuntarily became shrill: "At the rate you're eating today, you'll be gone in a week at most!"

"Then I'll eat two meals a day, okay?"

Wu Aiguo found it funny. "Damn, does it have to be this confrontational?"

"no!"

Zhang Li flatly rejected the idea, saying in a deep voice, "Your second and third brothers are at the age where they are growing, and their appetites are getting bigger and bigger!"

"How can it be reasonable to have a portion of my rations allocated to those who love the Party and the army?"

Wu Aiguo's expression finally changed at this moment.

Some harsh words are hard to say. It's true that 'the eldest brother is like a father,' but only when the father is not around or can't handle things can he, the so-called eldest son, take responsibility. Didn't you see that his own father, Wu Zhi, had a dark face?
　Damn, I'm finding it surprisingly difficult to write this.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)