Aunt Chen is Niannian's favorite name. These people are dressed in expensive suits and leather shoes. When they come here, they ask her if she is Aunt Chen, obviously for Niannian.
Although she hasn't seen much of the world, she knows not to cause trouble for Nian Nian.
But before Aunt Chen had time to close the door, Father Zhou tore off his hypocritical face in a hurry, and inserted a hand across the door: "Wait! I have something to ask for you."
In this way, if Aunt Chen wanted to close the door, she would have to crush his hand. This is obviously not something someone with Aunt Chen's character can do.
She frowned, looked at the unrelenting father Zhou, and could only say in a good temper, "I'm just an ordinary peddler who sells hot and sour noodles, and I can't help you much."
"I can help, I can help." Zhou's father finally found this place, but he was not willing to let her run away, and turned around to wink at the people behind.
Mother Zhou immediately stepped forward, wiped away her tears and said to Aunt Chen, "Auntie, we have no choice but to bother you. Just help us!"
Aunt Chen looked at this, these people would not leave easily if they did not achieve their goals, so she simply stepped aside and let them come in and said, "Come in."
This is an old-fashioned community without elevators.
The only staircase is passed by people from time to time.
A neighbor passing by saw this scene just now, and teased Aunt Chen: "A neighbor from the city again at home? I'm so envious."
After Aunt Chen let them in, she went to get a cup to make tea, and followed Zhou's father and mother, who were a bit cramped, and said, "The family is small, you can find a place to sit."
She said it was really small.
The house with two bedrooms and one living room is similar to the servants’ room in Zhou’s father’s and others’ eyes. On the living room table are neatly placed half-strung Mala Tang sticks.
There is no place to sit in the originally small living room.
Aunt Chen came out of the kitchen to make tea and found that they were still standing there, so she pointed to the small bench by the wall and said, "That one can sit on."
Father Zhou looked at the wooden bench that was only ankle high, with a flash of disgust in his eyes, but because of his feelings, he reluctantly took a bench and sat down.
Zhou's mother was even more reluctant to sit on the small bench, and after a moment of hesitation, Zhou's father urged her: "Sit quickly."
Mother Zhou frowned and sat down reluctantly.
She even sat on a corner, as if she was afraid that she would stain her clothes if she touched her too much, the corners of her eyes and brows couldn't hide her arrogance.
Aunt Chen saw everything, pretended not to see it, and put the tea in front of them: "There is only this kind of tea at home, so you can just drink it."
Father Zhou continued politely: "Thank you."
Zhou’s mother couldn’t accept drinking the tea here anyway, so she put the cup aside when she received it, as if there was a virus in it, and she wouldn’t even touch it if she was killed.
Father Zhou ignored her.
When Aunt Chen sat down and continued her work to choose dishes, he couldn't wait to say: "Ahem, Auntie, I'm really sorry to bother you by coming here this time. We brought you some gifts. They are all nutritional products. It’s not expensive, but it’s in your heart, so please accept it.”
Aunt Chen paused when she was choosing dishes, and instead of looking at the gifts they piled up at home, she looked straight at him, sighed and said, "Just tell me if you have anything to do."
"Auntie is a cheerful person."
Father Zhou didn't go around in circles, and said in a deep voice: "My son is naughty and has offended Ms. Qiao. He will be sentenced here. I have visited Ms. Qiao several times but I have not seen her. I heard that you have a good relationship with her. I don't know if it is true May I ask you to help me with a confession."