Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

Shaking his dizzy head, the scene in front of him was no longer blurry. Zhang Ruixuan shouted towards the courtyard: "Mom!"

Mother Zhang obviously hadn't finished packing the things in the ear room, and she didn't hear Zhang Ruixuan's voice at all.

"Mom!" Zhang Ruixuan felt more and more dizzy. It seemed that his own mother was right. He probably had heatstroke. "Mom, do you have any medicine?"

There was a sound of 'ping ping ping ping ping' coming from the room. With Zhang's mother's quickness, she would not knock things over like Zhang Ruixuan. The only explanation is that Zhang's mother was annoyed by Zhang Ruixuan's voice and the inaudible shout...

Sure enough, as soon as she turned around, Zhang's mother appeared at the door: "What are you doing? What are you doing? Every day, there is only mom, and it's like it's killing me!"

Just when he was about to open his mouth to say that his head felt uncomfortable, he might have had a cold or something like that, Zhang Ruixuan found that he seemed to feel comfortable everywhere now, and he quickly apologized and said, "I had a headache just now, but it's fine now. It's okay, mom." Help you clean up?"

"I don't see anything uncomfortable with you, you just need to be scolded!" After roughly rummaging through the things in the house, Zhang's mother realized that there were a lot of things that couldn't be moved, at least not by Zhang Ruixuan's hands and heart. Countless people should touch it.

"Come on, let's go first. I'll cook for you when you get back." Mother Zhang glanced at the inside and outside of the courtyard to make sure that these old things wouldn't run away on their own. If there were any hidden dangers such as fire, he took Zhang Ruixuan to his home with peace of mind, "I'll clean up the things here later."

With the car driven by Zhang's father, there was no danger on the way home. Zhang Ruixuan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn't expect that he had a habit of lying flat on the bed as soon as he saw it. He would give it to his mother at home. It invites a lot of danger.

"I'll make some dumplings here. If you don't want to eat them, just keep lying on the bed. If you want to eat them, please get down right away!"

What Zhang's mother dislikes the most is Zhang Ruixuan's behavior of not doing any housework, either lying in front of the computer or lying under the mobile phone. Before, Zhang Ruixuan lived alone, and Zhang's mother had no chance to criticize him. Now that he is on his own home court, education is needed to save lives.

When Zhang Rui My son took the small rolling pin and chopping board that his grandfather bought for him, and rolled it back and forth like his mother did.

The result is obvious. He is not like Huagua, being scolded by his mother. Even though it was hard to catch up with the Chinese New Year, my parents had no intention of scolding or beating anyone. They just watched Zhang Ruixuan pretending to be a dough-shaped Lord Rabbit...

When he came back to his senses, Zhang Ruixuan realized that his mother was staring closely at him and the rolling pin beside him, and even almost split his eyes in half, for fear that he would be thinking about the dry flour on the side and leave it all over the floor. All.

"Mom, you said that when I grow up, you'll let me do it." After saying that, Zhang Ruixuan didn't know what was going on in his head. It was obvious that his own mother's aura had been turned on, and she made it clear that she didn't want her to You dare to say this randomly, aren't you just waiting to be scolded?

Fortunately, Zhang's mother was not in the mood to make any extra fuss today. She only told Zhang Ruixuan to keep an eye on the fire, don't let the almost boiling water pour out, and wait until the water boils before putting the dumplings down.

Father Zhang and Mother Zhang were very quick with their hands, and within a short time forty or fifty dumplings were already on the curtain.

Zhang Ruixuan was so stunned as always that he completely forgot about the twenty dumplings he had just put in.

"Hey, hey, you look like you're on fire!" Zhang's father rushed over, and Zhang's mother also handed over a pot of cold water at the right time, successfully saving the life before throwing the pot because the water that came out was stabbing. The sound of gas and the pot of dumplings, "You kid, you're so old, you can't even watch a fire!"

"If your dad and I hadn't seen that the upper half of your face looks like his and the lower half looks like mine, we would have suspected that we had the wrong baby when we gave birth to you in the hospital!"

Zhang's father and Zhang's mother aside, their hands are not very skillful, but they can do everything decently.

It's not like Zhang Ruixuan, who finally volunteered to make a dumpling. Not only two-thirds of it was broken, but there was still hair in the rest. Those who didn't know it thought it was locked with hair!

"Come on, young master, please sit aside." Father Zhang looked Zhang Ruixuan up and down, wishing he had not brought this annoying son back from the courtyard, "Can you peel some garlic yourself?"

"There is a bunch of garlic on our balcony that we just bought two days ago. You can pick off one end yourself, wash it, peel it and wait for the two of us."

"Ah, I should... know how to do it." Ordering takeout every day, Zhang Ruixuan can now be said to have degenerated into just eating.

"Okay, you can't do anything if I ask you to do something!" Zhang's mother has completely given up on asking Zhang Ruixuan to do anything. Anyway, doing anything will cause trouble. "You just sit in front of the table and wait for dinner."

It is naturally pleasant to eat, and Zhang Ruixuan's mouth can still be blocked by rice. During the dinner, it was rare for the whole family to sit down and enjoy the aroma of these dumplings, which was a good way to make up for the 'New Year's Eve dinner' that they had not eaten in these years.

"Hey, this vinegar is so delicious!"

"Isn't that delicious? Your mother specially saved it for you. She was so jealous after soaking the Laba garlic in it, knowing that you are good at it." Father Zhang rolled his eyes at his son in silence, "That's it. You’re still angry with your mother!”

"Do you still have Laba garlic at home?" Zhang Ruixuan felt that it was not enough just to be jealous, and he was still thinking about that mouthful of Laba garlic!

It’s not like Zhang Ruixuan has never bought Laba garlic, which is available on takeout and e-commerce platforms, but he really can’t taste the same flavor as what he has at home. It’s like a ‘copy and paste’ product without any extra texture. .

"Do you want laba garlic at this time?"

After finishing her meal, Zhang's mother stood up and was about to clear away the dishes. When she heard her son say this, she laughed angrily, "What else do you want to eat? At this time, it's almost the Dragon Boat Festival. If you If you want to eat rice dumplings, I can make them for you. But if you want to eat Laba garlic, where do you want me to steal it for you?"

"Ah? I don't think they are all sold online? Last year during the Mooncake Festival, bah bah bah, I even bought it myself during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year!"

Zhang's mother was in no mood to pay attention to this hopeless son anymore. She turned around and put her and her lover's dishes in the dishwasher in the kitchen. She stood back in front of the dining table and said, "You still want to eat? If you don't want to eat, I will." Just clean it up!”

"No, I eat, I eat..." Although it has been two or three years since his mother urged him to be so 'condescending', the habit he has cultivated in his bones has not changed. Zhang Ruixuan quickly took a few bites of the dumplings on the plate. It was cleared up.

Zhang's mother walked to the kitchen again and started to clear away the pots and pans. The clinking sound of washing pots was not meant for Zhang Ruixuan, but no one would believe it.

Neither father nor son left the dinner table. After a long silence, Father Zhang saw that his wife would not appear soon, so he took the opportunity to educate his son: "What you just did was not just to mess with your mother." Are you angry?"

"This Laba garlic is all prepared by Laba for the dumplings served at the New Year's Eve dinner. It tastes just right at that time. After this time, who is still making Laba garlic when they have nothing to do?"

"Besides, you have to know that garlic is harmful to the liver and is not good for the eyes." Father Zhang pointed to the words on the toilet paper in front of Zhang Ruixuan, "You can't see clearly even though you are so close, and you still eat so much garlic every day. Aren’t you looking for a doctor when you are not sick?”

"What's more, garlic itself is hot. If you eat garlic in spring, it will arouse liver-fire. Liver-yang will rise. If you don't have a headache, who will?" Mother Zhang likes to hear a little bit about everything. Zhang's father kept saying that he disliked the knowledge related to traditional Chinese medicine and health care. In the end, this knowledge might be remembered more clearly than Zhang's mother, who had to remember a lot of things.

When it comes to talking, the father and son are a real father and son. It can be said that they are carved from the same mold.

Zhang's mother likes to put together orders when shopping online, so the food ingredients stored in the refrigerator and freezer at home can basically last a month even if the price is higher than Zhang Ruixuan, a "big loser".

"Why did you suddenly remember to come back?"

Zhang Ruixuan, who had just told his mother the reason, didn't want to open his mouth at all now - he had been hungry all day, and now that he had eaten so many dumplings, Zhang Ruixuan just wanted to sleep soundly, and he didn't want to do anything else. Don't do it.

After dusk and morning, Zhang Ruixuan felt that his decision could not be wiser.

If you are not controlled by the system's tasks, and you don't have to eat the food you make that you can't eat at all, you should be scolded and scolded by your parents, but you can turn around and enjoy the delicious food!

"bang bang bang..."

"Crash...crash!"

"Ping ping ping pong."

When a symphony-like noise sounded, Zhang Ruixuan shouted at the ceiling: "Mimi, stop making trouble, you rebellious son..."

Looking at the ceiling that was different from the past, Zhang Ruixuan realized that he was now at his parents' house. Didn't the sound that just came from the kitchen come from the kitchen?

"Hey, you know how to self-examine when you get up so early in the morning. What's the matter? Are you afraid that I won't give you food and you'll be hungry?" Mother Zhang's voice came from the kitchen, "Now that you're up, hurry up Pack up and come and work with me!"

When passing by the living room, Zhang Ruixuan saw Mimi lying peacefully on his father's lap. Not only did he not feel strange to the latter at all, but he was closer to him than to himself.

"Mimi!"

"Mimi..."

After calling twice, Mimi finally gave Zhang Ruixuan some response. But just a little bit, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhang Ruixuan, then turned back and fell in love with his 'grandpa'.

Zhang Ruixuan mentally cursed several times: Treason!

"There are mugwort and calamus over there. You can take a piece of red rope from me and tie it outside the door, okay?"

"You don't need a chair, you won't fall down, right?"

Before he could continue to try to attract Mimi to him, Zhang Ruixuan had to hang up the calamus in a sour tone: "Then there are still a lot of mugworts. Do you want to hang them all? Will the door frame be damaged?"

"I don't know if the door frame will be broken. I think your brain is broken." Mother Zhang never saves face for her son.

Mother Zhang stood up, shook her clothes, walked to the door, and sorted out a few sticks of mugwort: "Are you stupid? Put these on top, and boil the rest for bathing!"

After Zhang Ruixuan followed the instructions one by one and took a bath with mugwort water, he felt refreshed and refreshed. Sitting in the room, he always felt that something was missing.

[Host, I think you feel that I am missing]

Zhang Ruixuan, who was about to roll his eyes when he saw Zhang's mother appearing not far away, pretended not to hear what the system said, for fear that his mother would think he had epilepsy again.

"Are you done with all the trouble?"

"The rice dumplings will have to wait a while. You should do something else first."

To do something else, Zhang Ruixuan subconsciously went to get his mobile phone.

Zhang Ruixuan, who just leaned on the sofa and browsed two or three videos at random, remembered why he didn't even charge his phone - now he didn't have to watch short videos, and he didn't have anyone to accompany him even if he was playing mobile games. Myself, this phone is just a decoration now.

Just like when he was a child waiting to watch the Spring Festival Gala and eat New Year's Eve dinner, Zhang Ruixuan walked to the balcony, wanting to see the outside world from the small window and see what he could look forward to.

"Hey, it doesn't matter what you want. What happened on this road..." Zhang Ruixuan was in a trance for a while, and began to wonder if he had been forced to live in the world of the simulator for this period of time, and that he had suffered from some mental illness.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Zhang Ruixuan still attributed all this to the system looking for trouble, and added some reasons for himself to complete the task for it.

It was a comfortable life with food, drink and someone to take care of her. If it weren't for Zhang's mother's disdain from time to time and Zhang's father's support, this life would be considered perfect for Zhang Ruixuan.

It can be said that it is a great honor for a salted fish without pursuit to lie flat on a place other than a chopping board!

The days passed by like this, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Ruixuan had to go through nearly a week. During this period, the system seemed to be dead and did not bother Zhang Ruixuan at all.

He doesn't go out or check his cell phone. Except for the occasional "mental problem", Zhang Ruixuan can eat and drink without any problems, and all his worries are gone - it's just that every night when Zhang Ruixuan can't sleep, he I wonder if the system is holding a big one!

[Host, there is something I think you must know]

① (Shique Ge), jie, pull the noodles into pieces. When making dumplings, steamed buns, etc., pull a strip of noodles into small pieces.