Chapter 511 The So-Called Grilled Skewers

Winter is here, and it has been snowing heavily for several days. There are several snowmen piled up in the yard, and I lost my interest after playing safely for two days.

Just after the winter vacation, Zhang Guoqing, the vice chairman of the student union, stayed at school to participate in activities. When Zhou Jiao came home alone, she saw her son directing a few children to carry firewood, and Aunt Chen carried a coffee table.

"What's going on here?"

The busy Ping An saw Zhou Jiao, his eyes lit up, and he immediately rushed forward, "Mom, you're back? Didn't you come back this weekend?"

Aunt Chen put down the coffee table and said with a smile, "What's the matter with Ping An?"

Zhou Jiao picked up her son and touched his little hand, "Is it cold? Mom is on winter vacation and has time to accompany you. What are you busy with?"

"We're going to start a fire and grill skewers. Mom, come here, and I'll bake sweet potatoes and potatoes for you." After Ping An finished speaking, he remembered that he still had something to do, so he hurried down.

Zhou Jiao put him down, was led by him to walk in, and said with a smile: "My son holds an event, do you want your mother to help?"

"No need, Aunt Chen... Oh, Grandma Chen is ready, and my brothers and sisters have brought a lot of things."

Zhou Jiao looked at her son amusedly. It seems that Aunt Chen usually greets her. Children's talk will make others think it is fun, but it still loses respect. As the child grows up, there are some things to pay attention to.

"Hi auntie, my mother is still at work..."

"Sister, let's grill skewers, you help us light the fire..."

"Sister Jiaojiao, my grandma gave it..."

"Auntie, I have moved a lot of firewood..."

Zhou Jiao was surrounded by children, watching the children excitedly gesticulating, and hearing them greet each other, her seniority was completely messed up.

"Okay, they are all good children. Are you cold? Be careful not to get hurt when you move things." Zhou Jiao comforted the children, looking at the sweet potatoes, potatoes, and steamed buns on the ground...

There are so many kinds, there are everything except meat. It seems that the adults really dote on the children.

Looking at the happy smiling faces, Zhou Jiao couldn't help laughing. Do these little kids know what a kebab is? It is estimated that it is interesting to see adults playing, so follow suit.

"Ping An, what are you going to do next? You will direct, and mother will help."

Ping An shook his head, "Mom is tired, rest first. Let's do it ourselves, and I will arrange it."

"Auntie, we have to do it ourselves."

"Yes, I won't let my grandma come over."

Zhou Jiao also followed them, happily watching her son commanding in style. After thinking about it, he went back to the bedroom, changed his clothes, and went to the kitchen.

"Auntie, let's set up a pot in the yard. If we really want to leave them alone, we won't be able to eat at night."

Aunt Chen nodded with a smile and said, "Okay. You will be in command now. I don't know what's going on if you're not at home today. I'm so ridiculous."

Zhou Jiao waited for the next sentence with a smile.

"A few children are at home today, and they have a meeting like adults to discuss what to play. After all, I think they are all adults, and they should grill skewers and drink like adults. They can't drink alcohol, they can drink white soda. Ouch , but I was so happy, after I finished talking, I realized that white soda is very expensive, it costs 20 cents, so I collected money there, one said I had five cents, the other said that I would have known not to give my mother the New Year's money..."

"After discussing for a long time, everyone decided to use boiled water, and wait until the Chinese New Year to get white soda. That's so happy, everyone ran home to get things..."

Hearing this, Zhou Jiao already knew that her son's pettiness had flared up again - what a sting. But they really can't be blind and generous among their peers.

"Set up a pot in the yard, stew some radishes with bone broth, and add some ginger to keep them out of the cold. Then put two pieces of iced tofu, and the others are safe. Do you think this will work?"

Aunt Chen nodded with a smile, there's nothing wrong with that.

She knew that Zhou Jiao would never act like someone else's rich lady bossing around, but she didn't mean to ask for your opinion.

After getting along for a long time, Aunt Chen got to know Zhou Jiao better. She never speaks bad words to others, never discusses right and wrong with others, she seems to be gentle no matter what, but if she really wants to disobey her, she will definitely say goodbye to herself.

On the contrary, with her own eyes, she treats herself the same as her family and is very protective. Last time when she heard that she was being bullied by the aunt of the Qu family, she went to the Qu family without saying a word, forcing that person to stay no longer.

Aunt Chen still remembers that Zhou Jiao stood up and went to the Qu's house alone, without asking herself the cause and effect, or what happened. I was so scared that I followed closely.

At the Qu's house, she smiled and threw out shocking words. Why does a housekeeper want to provoke the friendly relationship between the two families, why does he really think that he is the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister...

Aunt Chen felt that she would not be able to learn these words, but from the perspective of Mrs. Qu smiling and pulling Zhou Jiao, the aunt who had quit for many years, this child can really protect herself.

Thinking of this, Aunt Chen quickened her pace with a smile on her face.

Ping An looked at the contents of the cauldron in the yard, hesitated for a while, and held back his words. Forget it, these are his buddies too. But next time you can't waste it.

Ping An glanced at Zhou Jiao, and felt that he had to wait until there were no outsiders, so he could communicate with his mother.

It's not that he's stingy, the fat girl's family hasn't tasted meat for a month; the second child's grandmother lined up to buy a piece of tofu and fell to the ground, holding the tofu high for fear of falling apart.

Uh... other kids?

There are people who eat meat and drink milk like him, but they all do it secretly.

"Son, don't get close to the cauldron, be careful not to hurt yourself."

Hearing this, Ping An quickly took a few steps back, raised his head and showed Zhou Jiao a bright smile.

The pair of deep dimples on her face made Zhou Jiao laugh. I don't know if when Ping An grows up, he will be as confused as his grandfather was back then. Will he greet people with a smile, or keep a cold face?

For this, Zhou Jiao is looking forward to it.

"Mom, it's almost time, why hasn't my dad come back yet?"

Zhou Jiao is really not sure when Zhang Guoqing will come back, who knows what tasks will come next.

"Your father is busy, or he would have come back to accompany you long ago. Do you need to find him?"

Ping An looked at the sky and shook his head.

"Be sure to bring your luggage back tomorrow. You have to play with the children first, and be careful."

Zhou Jiao said she was still worried. These little things play with fire on a whim, so don't get hurt or burn. Thinking of this, she didn't dare to leave, so she moved a small bench and sat by the fire, watching over the children.

"Ahh... it's on fire, it's wrong... it's wrong, the fire can't be so big."

"Then what should we do? You can't pass through it, you'll burn your hands."

"I know, you all don't move, let's stand far away and throw it in..."

"Yeah, I'm coming, I'll throw it far away."

Zhou Jiao watched as the children hadn't finished speaking, and started throwing a lot of things in, laughing happily.

"You're so stupid, who told you to throw the steamed buns?"

"You throw potato chips, why can't I throw them?"

Ping An slipped to Zhou Jiao's side and asked her in a low voice, "Mom, can brothers and sisters cook well?"

Zhou Jiao really didn't know how to answer. She hesitated and said: "It takes a long time, it should be cooked, but some of them are not edible. Son, didn't you tell them that the skewers need a grill?"

Ping An pouted aggrievedly: "I haven't ordered them to move the grill, they threw it all away."

Zhou Jiao even laughed out loud, it was really funny. Look at the scene, the oldest is only seven years old, your four-year-old child can command a bunch of naughty ghosts.

"Mother……"

Zhou Jiao stopped laughing, "Okay, I'll come, you guys sit in a row, pay attention to safety, you know?"

"We threw it all in, when can we eat? I'm hungry."

"I'm hungry too..."

Zhou Jiao hurriedly stopped them, "It's not too much yet. Little guys, wait a while, I'll come, you can wait and eat at ease."

After speaking, she didn't dare to leave, and called Aunt Chen inside.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the old lady Cheng outside the door, Zhou Jiao shouted overjoyed as if seeing a savior, "Auntie, you are finally here. You keep watching the children for me, and I will prepare a grill."

"Haha... you guys really know how to play."

Zhou Jiao hurriedly greeted Aunt Chen who came out to move the grill, while she went to the warehouse to get some sweet potatoes, and went to the kitchen to cut them and skewer them with an iron fork.

When it was brought out, Aunt Chen had inserted iron rods outside, and a simple iron frame was also placed on the fire.

Speaking of this grill, Zhang Guoqing spent a lot of effort to find iron bars to assemble it, otherwise there is really no grill now.

This thing is practical and powerful, and it has been promoted to the favorite of several young people. It is almost like a fishing net, and it is exposed outside.

After a while of tossing and bustle, finally let a few children eat their so-called skewers.

Hearing that they would come again next time, Zhou Jiao was so shocked that she was sweating even in the cold weather. Again? Zhou Jiao, who was used to being a hands-off shopkeeper, really dared not agree.

Watching Ping An is very important, discussing with friends who's home next time and how to take turns.

Zhou Jiao felt that her son was really full of eyes. How could she give birth to a son like this?