Chapter 38 What Did You Just Call Me?

"Auntie, take care."

"Xinxin, Xiao Zhou is leaving. Tell his classmates that he will see you tomorrow."

Tong Xin's eyes were erratic. She could only step on her toes and whisper, "See you tomorrow."

Her mother's attitude towards Zhou Rui was a 180° reversal. Even a blind person could see that it was because of Zhou Rui's large spending.

Such behavior made Tong Xin feel uncomfortable.

But her mother didn't care what her daughter thought. She smiled so kindly and almost held Zhou Rui's hand to chat about family matters.

I don't know if it was because of the temperature drop at night or for some other reason, Tong Xin subconsciously put on the school uniform tied around her waist again, covering up her proud figure.

Tong Xin's mother waited until Zhou Rui disappeared at the corner of the street before saying to Tong Xin, "Your classmate is quite handsome, and his family conditions are not ordinary. He bought something worth 20,000 yuan without any adults in his family coming with him!"

Tong Xin wanted to say that Zhou Rui came from an ordinary family, but then she thought that this was just her inherent impression and might not be accurate, so she chose to shut up.

"How are Xiao Zhou's grades?"

Tong Xin said with a straight face: "Better than mine."

This is the truth. She didn't know that Zhou Rui had failed the junior exam.

"Excellent young man, you should get in touch with others in school."

"I know, Mom! Let's go! The computer store owner is looking at us again."

"Let's go, let's go home!"

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The next day, Zhou Rui wore a clean and refreshing uniform and walked towards Han Ziyin's house.

"Kangming New Village" at No. 200 Renmin Road.

The sun in May is already quite powerful. It won't take long to feel the back of your neck burning when walking in the sun. Fortunately, the trees on both sides are quite powerful, forming a continuous green.

From a distance, Han Ziyin, wearing a dress, was seen waving at him at the gate of Kangming New Village.

"Zhou Rui! Here!"

The white dress moved with the wind, and was divided into dancing light and shadow by the shade of the trees, making the girl more lively.

Others might look too plain in this outfit, but Han Ziyin's unique temperament and tall proportions make her look uniquely youthful.

Zhou Rui greeted, "I was just about to call you to ask for your house number."

Han Ziyin shook her head slightly, "I was afraid you'd get lost, so I came out to pick you up."

Zhou Rui smiled, "How could you get lost at this distance?"

The two walked side by side into the community, and when they passed through the gate, they were curiously looked at by the security guard.

Han Ziyin felt a little embarrassed to be looked at, but fortunately, she was used to being aloof, so it was difficult to tell.

Zhou Rui noticed that Han Ziyin was wearing a pair of white "Adidas" on her feet, which made her slender ankles look particularly delicate.

Well, it's far worse than his own "Adidas King"

The breeze brought the fragrance of Han Ziyin to Zhou Rui's nose. It didn't seem to be perfume, but the smell of some kind of laundry detergent, which smelled good.

As he walked, Zhou Rui was also looking around at the houses. Compared with the villa area where Song Bin's family lived, this place could be said to be very simple, even a little old, and somewhat inconsistent with Zhou Rui's previous prediction of Han Ziyin's family situation.

There was no elevator. Han Ziyin's family was on the fourth floor. When the door opened, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and an apron greeted enthusiastically: "Xiao Zhou is here! Come in, come in!"

Zhou Rui was happy at just one glance.

As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a familiar Shanghai Mandarin flavor, and the shape and demeanor were even more classic.

It's not that every Shanghai man is a househusband, but this accent is indeed unique to many Shanghai men

Even though they are also famous for their virtuousness, men in Sichuan and Chongqing are not like this, and Zhou Rui can't describe it.

Having stayed in Shanghai for ten years in his previous life, Zhou Rui suddenly saw such a man, and felt both nostalgic and interesting.

The other party was so enthusiastic, Zhou Rui also smiled politely: "Hello Uncle Han, I am Han Ziyin, I didn't bring you a gift, sorry to bother you."

Han's father looked at this refreshing boy and pretended to complain: "What gifts do children bring? Just come to my house to play! Come in, come in, uncle will go back to the kitchen to cook first, Ziyin, you take care of it, my pot is going to dry out."

After saying that, he hurried back to the kitchen, it seems that he is really anxious about the food in the pot.

Han Ziyin and Zhou Rui looked at each other and couldn't help but smile: "My dad is like this, he is impatient in life, you don't mind, right?"

"How could it be, uncle is very friendly."

Han Ziyin tied up her long hair, squatted at Zhou Rui's feet, took out a pair of unopened men's slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them in front of Zhou Rui: "I bought them yesterday, I don't know if they are suitable."

Zhou Rui joked: "At worst, I can cut my feet to fit the shoes."

Han Ziyin's home is not big, only about 70 square meters, and the decoration feels a bit old, mostly made of wood.

It's not the kind of precious mahogany, but the bright yellow composite board style.

It makes Zhou Rui more curious about her home.

Looking inside, Han's father was busy in the kitchen.

After Zhou Rui changed his slippers, the two fell into silence, mainly because Han Ziyin was a dull girl and had no experience, and didn't know what to do when guests came to her home.

And as a guest, Zhou Rui couldn't wander around by himself.

For a moment, the only sound in the house was the sound of the range hood coming from the kitchen.

After a while, Han Ziyin couldn't hold it anymore and said uncertainly: "How about I take you on a tour?"

Zhou Rui looked at the house that was in full view.

What's there to see in a two-bedroom, one-living room house?

Excluding the living room where they are sitting, there are only two bedrooms and a toilet. Do you want to show me your boudoir or your father's boudoir?

Zhou Rui thought for a while, then simply rolled up his sleeves and said, "Stop visiting. It's not appropriate for me to just sit here as a guest. Go give uncle a hand."

Knocking on the kitchen door, Zhou Rui expressed his purpose of coming.

Father Han was polite when he heard Zhou Rui's suggestion, but when he saw Zhou Rui's insistence, he stopped persuading him and left some cleaning work to Zhou Rui.

"Xiao Zhou, can you help me clean and peel these bamboo shoots?"

"give it to me."

Zhou Rui skillfully took out the bamboo shoots. This season's bamboo shoots are not so crispy, but still fresh and sweet. He cut the bamboo shoots from the bottom upward with a kitchen knife, peeling off the layers of the bamboo shoots, and then trimmed off the outer and older parts.

Zhou Rui pinched the bottom with his nails and felt it was a bit old, so he also cut off a section.

Father Han on the side secretly looked at Zhou Rui and was quite surprised to see how skilled he was.

When Zhou Rui saw a piece of bacon, which was uncommon in Qinghe County, and a bowl of blanched pork ribs, he guessed what Han's father was going to do.

"Uncle Han is going to make pickled fresh food?"

Father Han was stunned and asked in surprise: "Do you know this dish?"

"It's a famous dish of ours. I took it orally today. It looked like bamboo shoots in the front and I didn't realize it. Generally, spring bamboo shoots are used for pickling fresh vegetables."

A high school boy, in a place like Qinghe County, chatted with him about local food in Shanghai. Father Han felt that this experience was really fresh.

Father Han: "Spring bamboo shoots are out of season, and hairy bamboo shoots are also good, but you are wrong about one thing. This is not bacon. This is Shanghai's specialty 'fengrou'. It tastes better than bacon and is so fresh!"

Han's father was in his forties. If Zhou Rui had not been reborn, he would be about the age of his big brother. The two soon started chatting.

In his previous life, he had been living in Shanghai for many years, so he naturally learned how to cook by himself. I can't say how good he was at it.

Han Ziyin leaned on the threshold of the kitchen and looked at her father and her deskmate. They chatted about food and were doing their own work, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

It’s been a long time since I saw my father talking to anyone about this.

And why Zhou Rui is so amazing.

It always gives people unexpected surprises.

Whenever Han Ziyin felt that she had understood Zhou Rui to some extent, Zhou Rui would always reveal more novel and unknown things.

It wasn't until Father Han's voice that Han Ziyin came back to her senses.

"Yinyin, how can you stand and watch when all the guests are attacking? Go clear the table, set the dishes, and take out the old wine from my cupboard."

In just ten minutes, he found that this young man was particularly chatty with him, as if he had been friends for years.

He has the youthful vitality of young people, but he is not as embarrassed and shy as other children, and he is also very talkative.

He turned to Zhou Rui and said, "Xiao Zhou is laughing at me. The little girl in Shanghai is very coquettish. She is raised clean and fair, but she is not good at work."

While Zhou Rui was cutting lettuce, he said, "Brother Han is joking, aren't daughters meant to be rich?"

"Yes, yes, my daughter should be rich!"

There was a brief silence in the kitchen.

After a while, Father Han pushed up his glasses and turned to look at Zhou Rui:

"What did you just call me?"