Households relocated in the 1990s

Chapter 122 Is it true that Ayu’s teaching is not that good?
"How about you step on the gas?" Jian Ziyu reminded helplessly while sitting in a car that was moving slower than walking.

He didn't know how many times he had said the same thing this morning.

An Songyu looked ahead intently, all his attention focused on his hands and feet.

Not to mention stepping on the accelerator, she was afraid that the car would run away if she moved her foot even a little.

This looks like a wide playground.

When Jian Ziyu was demonstrating to her just now, she could run a lap with just one step on the accelerator.

How could she dare to step on the accelerator so easily!
Jian Ziyu held his head with a headache, he really regretted it.

It shouldn't have been driving so smoothly just now.

Now, An Songyu has practiced around the playground countless times.

But apart from releasing the accelerator and stepping on the brake, she did not accelerate at all.

If Jian Ziyu wasn't really worried, he would have let his girlfriend stay in the car alone.

He really couldn't sit still.

Before long, the sun in the sky had risen to the middle.

Jian Ziyu asked his girlfriend again if she was hungry. After getting a positive answer, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After changing back to his seat and adjusting the rearview mirror and seat, Jian Ziyu asked again:

"Would you like to come over to practice tonight?"

An Songyu sat in the passenger seat and relaxed.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at Jian Ziyu.

"What's wrong?" Jian Ziyu drove the car out of the playground, opened the door, got out and locked the big iron gate while asking.

An Songyu lowered the car window to watch him work.

When the person came back, he smiled and said, "Weren't you just annoyed that I didn't step on the accelerator?"

"Why do you still want to practice with me?"

"You don't dare not to step on the accelerator! When you practice more, you won't be able to bear the speed, and you will definitely step on the accelerator!" Jian Ziyu answered as a matter of course.

He made sure that there were no cars on the road outside before backing the car out and driving on.

An Songyu leaned his head against the car window, feeling the breeze outside, and sighed:
"It's already November, and the temperature hasn't dropped much."

"When the temperature drops in southern provinces, we should prepare for the New Year."

"That's true!" An Songyu nodded, turned to look at Jian Ziyu, and asked with a smile:

"So, will you accompany me to practice driving this time until I can drive?"

"Of course!" Jian Ziyu answered as a matter of course.

But I didn't understand what my girlfriend meant by this time.

After hearing this promise, An Songyu turned around and continued to look out the car window.

Jian Ziyu was honest in front of her.

So even if it's a simple promise.

Jian Ziyu only mentioned it once and never mentioned it again.

He majored in architecture.

I was away from home working on projects throughout the previous year.

Each vacation we have is very limited.

When An Songyu was just learning to drive, he was also completely afraid to drive, just like he is now.

Jian Ziyu patiently accompanied her in practicing.

But this time is really limited.

So I promised to help her learn this, but it didn't happen the first time.

I will never make promises casually again.

In the end, even before An Songyu came back, he didn't dare to drive alone.

Thinking about it now, it seems quite regrettable.

However, this time An Songyu was sure.

Even without Jian Ziyu's company, she would probably try her best to make up for this little regret.

But for some reason, I heard Jian Ziyu's promise again.

It was as if something in her heart was filled.

It's not just the regret, but also some indescribable feelings.

At noon, Jian Ziyu and An Songyu returned home together.

This year, the two of them have visited each other's homes more than once.

The entire silk factory's family compound knew about the relationship between the two. However, no one else was at home at noon.

After the two of them made a simple bowl of noodles together, one sat on the sofa in the living room while the other went back to the room to rest.

In the afternoon, Jian Ziyu took An Songyu to continue practicing driving.

It was not until the evening that he sent An Songyu home and then left in a hurry.

Today is Sunday, and he took his brother's car out for the whole day.

Starting from the afternoon, his brother called him from time to time.

Standing downstairs, An Songyu watched the car drive out of the family area.

I'm also thinking about buying a car.

Of course, if she can actually do it, drive on her own!
An Songyu came back quite early.

But her cooking skills are just average.

After looking at the dishes in the kitchen, she took out some and prepared them first.

The soup can be started ahead of time.

This thing needs time to cook to be tasty.

When An Jianping and his son returned home together.

An Songyu's kitchen position was taken over.

She pulled a stool and peeled garlic at the kitchen door, chatting with An Jianping in the kitchen:
"Brother, why didn't you go pick up your sister-in-law today?"

"Your sister-in-law said that the new motorcycle she bought is very fast, so she can just come back by herself." An Songlin chopped the duck into small pieces neatly without delaying him to speak.

An Songyu stopped peeling garlic.

He asked rather subtly, "Brother, did you buy another motorcycle?"

"Of course not!" An Songlin answered as a matter of course.

An Songyu said to himself, "As expected," but he felt a little dazed.

Having just finished slicing the ginger neatly, An Jianping looked back at his daughter and couldn't help laughing out loud.

An Songyu came back to his senses instantly and said righteously: "Brother, you should buy a car too. Look, Dad has already bought one!"

An Songlin has already prepared the duck.

An Jianping took over as the chef. He said with a smile, "Who will run the business after we buy it?"

"Of course..." An Songyu was a little stuck.

Although An Songlin does not live at home.

But he lived not far from the silk factory.

It was just that in the past, after he returned home, he had to come to the silk factory’s family quarters, which made the time seem long.

And sister-in-law Xuan Ying doesn’t even have a driver’s license now!

For a short period of time, I didn't even hear her mention taking the exam.

An Songlin didn't care, but asked: "I heard that Ayu came today, so how was your driving practice?"

The garlic that An Songyu had just picked up fell directly into the trash can.

She looked up at An Songlin speechlessly.

An Songlin turned his head and saw it.

He washed his hands and came over to help his sister pick up the garlic. After rinsing it with water, he simply peeled the garlic and put it aside.

Then he turned around and continued to ask: "What's wrong? Is he not teaching well?"

"Why don't you just not take the exam this time?"

"Wait until you're done?"

An Jianping, who was busy nearby, couldn't help it any longer.

Looking at the two children, he laughed and shook his head.

An Songyu felt a little embarrassed by An Jianping's laughter.

He stuffed the garlic in his hand into An Songlin's hand and immediately turned and left.

An Songlin was a little stunned. He looked at the half-peeled garlic in his hand and asked:

"What's wrong with Xiaoyu?"

"Is it true that Ayu's teaching is not that good?"

"How about I teach her tonight?"

Looking at my son who had already sat on the small stool at the kitchen door and took over his sister's job of peeling garlic.

An Jianping didn't know how to tell his son the truth.

(End of this chapter)