Rebirth 09: Synthetic Male God

Chapter 38 What Did You Just Call Me?
"Auntie, go slowly."

"Xinxin, Xiao Zhou is leaving, so I told my classmates that I will see you tomorrow."

Tong Xin's eyes wandered, she could only rub her toes, and said softly, "See you tomorrow."

My mother's attitude towards Zhou Rui was completely reversed 180°, even the blind could see that it was because of Zhou Rui's large consumption.

Such behavior made Tong Xin feel uncomfortable.

But the mother didn't care what her daughter thought, she smiled kindly and kindly, and almost took Zhou Rui's hand to talk about family affairs.

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

Tong Xin's mother waited until Zhou Rui disappeared at the corner of the street, and then said to Tong Xin: "You are a handsome classmate, and your family conditions are not ordinary. You can buy things for 2 yuan, and the adults in the family don't follow you." Come!"

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

"How is Xiao Zhou's grades?"

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

This is the truth, she still doesn't know about Zhou Rui's quiz in Waterloo.

"Excellent young man, you have more contact with others in school."

"Got it, Mom! Let's go! The owner of the computer shop is here again."

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

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On the second day, Zhou Rui put on a crisp and refreshing uniform and walked in the direction of Han Ziyin's house.

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

The sun in May is already a bit powerful. After walking under the sun for a while, you will feel hot in the back of your neck. Fortunately, the street trees on both sides are more powerful, forming a continuous greenery.

From a distance, I saw Han Ziyin in a dress, standing at the gate of Kangming New Village and waving at him.

"Zhou Rui! Here!"

The pure white dress moves with the wind, and is divided into lively light and shadow by the shade of the trees, making the girl more lively.

It may be too plain for others to wear this outfit, but Han Ziyin's unique temperament and tall figure make her look uniquely youthful.

Zhou Rui said hello: "I'm about to call and ask you for your house number."

Han Ziyin shook her head slightly: "I am afraid that you will get lost, so I will come out to pick you up."

Zhou Rui smiled and said, "How can I get lost at such a distance?"

The two walked towards the community side by side, and when they passed through the gate, they received curious looks from the security guard.

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

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

Hmm. Far worse than my own "Adi Wang"
The breeze brought the fragrance of Han Ziyin's body to Zhou Rui's nostrils. It seemed that it was not perfume, but some kind of laundry detergent, which smelled very good.

While walking, Zhou Rui was also looking at the surrounding houses. Compared with the villa area where Song Bin's family is located, this place can be said to be very simple, even a little old, and some of them did not meet Zhou Rui's previous prediction of Han Ziyin's family situation.

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

Zhou Rui just glanced at it and felt happy.

As soon as you open your mouth, there is a familiar flavor of Shanghai Mandarin, and the shape and demeanor are even more classic.

It's not that Shanghai's per capita home-cooked husband, but this tone is indeed unique to many men in Shanghai.
Even if they are also known for being virtuous, the men in Sichuan and Chongqing don't have this taste, Zhou Rui can't describe it well.

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

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

Father Han looked at this refreshing young man and pretended to complain: "What kind of gifts do you bring with you, just come and play at home! Come in quickly, come in quickly, uncle will go back to the kitchen to cook first, Ziyin, please take care of me. The pot is going to burn dry."

After speaking, he returned to the kitchen in a hurry, it seemed that he was really worried about what was in the pot.

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

"How come, uncle is very friendly."

Han Ziyin combed 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 fit or not."

Zhou Rui laughed and said, "At worst, I'll cut my feet to fit my shoes."

Han Ziyin's house is not big, only about [-] square meters, and the decoration seems to be old, mostly wooden materials.

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

It made Zhou Rui even more curious about her family's situation.

Looking in, Father Han was scrambling in the kitchen.

After Zhou Rui finished changing the slippers, the two fell into silence. The main reason was that the girl Han Ziyin was boring and inexperienced, so she didn't know what to do when guests came.

As a guest, Zhou Rui couldn't help wandering around by himself.

For a while, the only sound in the house was the range hood from the kitchen.

After a long while, Han Ziyin couldn't hold back anymore, and said with some doubts: "Why don't I show you around?"

Zhou Rui looked at this sweeping house.

Two bedrooms and one living room. What to visit?
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 suitable for me to sit alone as a guest, go and help uncle."

Knocking on the kitchen door, Zhou Rui revealed his intention for coming.

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

"Xiao Zhou, then help me wash and peel off this bamboo shoot, will you do it?"

"give it to me."

Zhou Rui skillfully took out the bamboo shoots. This season's bamboo shoots are not so crispy, but they are still fresh and sweet. The kitchen knife cuts upwards from the bottom, peeling off the bamboo shoots layer by layer, and then peeled off the outer elder parts.

Zhou Rui pinched the bottom with his nails, feeling a little old, so he also cut off a section.

Father Han at the side secretly looked at Zhou Rui, and was quite surprised to see that he was so proficient.

Seeing that there was a piece of bacon not commonly seen in Qinghe County and a bowl of blanched pork ribs beside him, Zhou Rui guessed what Father Han was going to do.

"Uncle Han is going to make salted Duxian?"

Father Han was taken aback, and said in surprise, "Do you know this dish?"

"It's a famous dish in this group. I took it orally today. I didn't realize it before. It's bamboo shoots. Generally, spring bamboo shoots are used for marinating Du Xian."

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

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

Han's father is in his 40s. If Zhou Rui hadn't been reborn, he would be about the age of his eldest brother. The two chatted quickly.

In his previous life, he had been wandering around for many years, so he naturally learned to cook by himself. I can't say how good he is, but he is absolutely no problem as a striker, and his knife skills are also good.

Han Ziyin leaned on the threshold of the kitchen, watching her father sitting at the same table with her, chatting about the food, and doing their own work, feeling a little dazed for a while.

It's been a long time since I saw my father talking about this with people.
And why is Zhou Rui so amazing.

There are always unexpected surprises.

Whenever Han Ziyin felt that she already knew Zhou Rui a little bit, Zhou Rui could always reveal more novel unknowns.

Until Father Han's voice brought Han Ziyin back to his senses.

"Yinyin, the guests are already laying hands on you, why don't you just stand and watch, go and clean up the table, put the dishes and chopsticks, and take out the old wine from my cabinet."

In just ten minutes, he found that this boy and he chatted very well, as if they had forgotten each other.

Not only has the youthful vigor of young people, but is not as embarrassing and shy as other children, and is also very talkative.

Turning to Zhou Rui, he said: "Xiao Zhou laughed at me. The little girl in Shanghai is very cute. She is raised clean and white. It's just that it's not easy to work."

While cutting the lettuce, Zhou Rui said, "Brother Han is joking, isn't a daughter just for raising money?"

"Yeah, yes, I still need to be rich and support my daughter!"

There was a brief silence in the kitchen.

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

"What did you just call me?"

(End of this chapter)