"dad!"
Su Pengfei didn't know how many thoughts the person in front of him was thinking, so he naturally took the table, chairs and benches in his hands, opened them and put them down, ready to start eating.
Su Aobai took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and sat down, then opened the thermal bag and took out several thermal boxes inside.
A can of soft-shelled turtle soup, a plate of tomato scrambled eggs, a plate of steamed meat pie, the staple food is a peeled purple potato and a bowl of multigrain rice.
Looking at today's very normal lunch, Su Pengfei's expression became a little abnormal. He picked up the bowl, picked up the spoon and took a mouthful of soup into his mouth.
Not fishy or light, with the taste of onion, ginger, garlic and aniseed, just like ordinary home-cooked taste.
It's just too normal, but it makes him feel that it's not normal. Usually, his father is most particular about pure nature. He thinks that excessive cooking will destroy the original nutrition of the ingredients, and all kinds of aquatic products come out of his hands with a fishy smell.
And he didn't know where he got the news, saying that seasonings have harmful substances, it's okay to not use chicken essence and monosodium glutamate in cooking, even the most basic seasonings such as salt and sugar can be made as little as possible. The dishes are bland, almost only the taste of the ingredients themselves.
Cantonese cuisine is similarly particular, but this cooking method that emphasizes the taste of the ingredients pays more attention to the basic skills of the cook. He is an ordinary househusband, and he has no such skills.
Su Pengfei glanced at his father suspiciously, but quickly withdrew his gaze, and scooped up a few more spoonfuls of soup.
According to Su Aobai's craftsmanship, he could make the soup better, but he still restrained himself and just made it taste like an ordinary home-cooked dish. After all, the original body is set there, and he can't make it too out of the ordinary .
Su Pengfei's eating speed is faster than that of ordinary children. The original body pursues efficiency, especially during the critical moment before the high school entrance examination. He eats faster.
He obviously sat down a few minutes later than the classmates whose parents brought food over, but the food in the bowl decreased faster, and it almost bottomed out in two or three minutes.
Su Aobai's lips moved a few times, trying to persuade him to eat slowly. Today's staple food is multigrain rice. These brown rice are not easy to digest. He ate so fast that he didn't chew the rice at all. Stomach.
However, he soon realized that the original body would not say such things, and even if he wanted to change, it still needed a gradual process, or an opportunity.
Su Aobai slowly pondered in his heart that the staple food in the future could be replaced with ordinary rice, add more water, and cook it slightly softer, so that it can be eaten quickly without hurting the spleen and stomach too much.
Others can be changed slowly.
"Dad, I'm done eating."
Su Pengfei drank the last drop of soup in the soup bowl and wiped his mouth contentedly. This was the most satisfying meal he had eaten in this period of time. I really hope his father can maintain this level in the future, but he I know in my heart that this is just an extravagant wish. Maybe what awaits him next meal is real steamed sea fish without onion, ginger, garlic and cooking wine. A whole fish head with eyeballs, feeling the fishy smell exploding in his mouth, or it is stewed with various medicinal materials, which is comparable to the nourishing qi and brain soup of traditional Chinese medicine...
"This morning...yesterday's exercises...afternoon..."
As usual, although Su Aobai didn't ask, Su Pengfei tried his best to briefly describe the study situation this morning, and informed him that he would take a quiz next week.
According to the old rules, he felt that his father might arrange a few more tutoring classes for him in these two weeks.
In this way, there should be no way to go to bed early on Tuesday and Thursday nights...
Su Pengfei's eyes dimmed a bit, and his already small and dull eyes looked even more dull. It didn't look like a clever child.
"Well, you should go back to the classroom and read books early."
Su Aobai nodded, and didn't let him clean up the dishes, but urged him to go back to the classroom to study.
Su Pengfei nodded, pushed the heavy glasses on the bridge of his nose, quickened his pace a little, and walked towards the teaching building.
There were still a few students in the classroom at the moment, they didn't want to eat in the cafeteria, and they were too lazy to go out to eat, so they simply bought some bread and drinks from the school's canteen for a simple meal.
"Su Pengfei, you're back!"
Seeing him, his deskmate Zhang Yang ate the only bit of bread left in two or three bites. He choked a little because he ate too fast, and quickly drank two more cokes down his throat.
On weekdays, Su Pengfei is a very quiet person, he doesn't play around with his classmates very much, and his grades are also in the middle and lower reaches, so he has always been a marginal figure in the class, except this deskmate, Because of sitting together, I can still say a few words.
All the students in the class know that Su Pengfei's father loves him very much. He picks him up every morning and evening, and brings him lunch to school. Many students have seen him and his father sitting on a pony to eat after school at noon. In summer, the weather is hot, and when the father and son eat in the shade of a tree, his father will hold a small hand-held electric fan to blow him air.
Some students felt that his father took care of him too much. Su Pengfei was already in the third grade of junior high school, and his father took care of him as if he was a kindergarten child. very good.
Zhang Yang is the latter. His parents are very busy people. The meals at home are made by hourly workers. They usually give him enough pocket money and let him settle his lunch outside. Zhang Yang is not a meticulous person. He often chooses to eat rubbish. Food takes care of a meal.
For example, the Coke in front of his eyes is absolutely not allowed in Su's house. Yuanshen firmly believes that there is a stimulant in the Coke that can damage the brain, and he is determined not to allow his son to harm his brain, which is not very good at all.
"Your dad is really kind to you. He delivers food every day, rain or shine. What did your dad cook for you today? Is it delicious? Tsk tsk, dad's love meal must be full of love, hiccup—"
Zhang Yang burped, drank too much carbonated drinks, and his stomach was full of gas.
In the past, Su Pengfei would return him a shy smile. He felt that if Zhang Yang had tasted the dishes made by his father, he might feel how delicious the junk food he ate every day. The taste of love in his mouth was unimaginable. The taste is sweet, but it is fishy, bitter, spicy and salty.
"It's delicious. There are stewed turtles, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and steamed meat pies. The turtles are stewed rottenly. The soup is very fragrant, and the skirt of the turtles is still very crisp."
This time, Su Pengfei gave an unprecedentedly long response.
"Fuck! You are so happy, you still tempted me!"
Looking at the back of Zhang Yang playing with other students, the smile on Su Pengfei's face subsided a lot. He looked down at the pile of books on the table and sighed softly.
Zhang Yang loves to play so much, and his grades can always be among the best. If he is his father's child, his father will not be disappointed.
Su Pengfei sat down and opened an exercise book. He became more and more dizzy from the densely packed text. The text seemed to move, zooming in and out, and turning into garbled characters again.
This is an improvement manual, which is specially aimed at those top students who want to get high scores. He can't understand it at all.
Su Pengfei clenched the pen in his hand tightly. For a moment, he wanted to use this pen to paint the words in front of him.
He sat for a while, seemingly studying hard, but in fact, his brain was completely empty, and he didn't see anything.
*****
When school was over in the evening, Su Aobai was already waiting to pick up the child at the school gate just like the original body.
The father and son didn't talk much. Even during the few minutes in the car, Su Pengfei held the textbook and recited words.
Su Aobai also found some problems. He used to be a teacher and wrote best-selling textbooks. He thinks he has some experience in educating children.
Su Pengfei is obviously not a smart child. His studies are all based on rote memorization and repetition. After reading it over and over again dozens of times, after closing the book, I still struggled with spelling and made a few mistakes.
In the matter of memorizing words, he does not know how to use some skills flexibly. Starting from the roots or phonetic symbols, he simply memorizes the letters one by one. It's easy to forget how to spell it.
The original body is not a teacher. When I help my child with his homework every day, he sees that he forgets the old knowledge after learning new knowledge every day. question.
One scolds, the other fears, and it becomes a vicious circle.
Su Aobai had a vague idea in his mind. He felt that if he stepped out, he would definitely be able to effectively improve his son's academic performance.
*****
Dinner is soft-shelled turtle soup that I didn't finish at noon. Vegetarian dishes are freshly fried. There is also a cold dish, cucumber mixed with pig ears, hot and sour garlic. The pig ears are finished products bought in deli.
Su Pengfei didn't know what happened to his father today, but today's food really suits his taste. He drank two big bowls of porridge cooked at night, and finally burped.
It was almost six o'clock after dinner, and Su Aobai drove him to the cram school again. During class, he stood by the window to observe his son's class.
Generally speaking, he is very serious, but it is obvious that this kind of extra-curricular improvement tutoring is still very difficult for Su Pengfei, which is beyond his learning ability. His eyes are empty.
It's not that I'm deserting, it's that I really can't listen.
After returning from the tutoring institution, Su Pengfei consciously took out the homework of the day and sat down at the desk.
There is also a table next to his place, and every night, under the supervision of his father, he will complete the homework assigned by the teacher that day.
Su Aobai went to the bathroom, and when he came out, he sat next to Su Pengfei just like the original body had always been used to.
At first, Su Aobai was very confident, but soon he was disappointed.
Su Pengfei couldn't understand the learning skills he thought he had mastered well, and he didn't know how to use them. Some knowledge points that he thought were easy to understand were also difficult for Su Pengfei to digest.
Let's put it this way, Su Pengfei's current grades are in the middle and lower reaches of the class, because the junior high school is relatively good, and his grades can barely pass the general high school exam. It may be a bit risky, but at least there is hope for the high school exam. That's not enough.
But such results were obtained under the high pressure of the original body and his own serious and hard study. Most people can achieve such results with such energy. As long as one of the original body and Su Pengfei has a Lax, his grades can go to the end of the class.
He is extremely, extremely ordinary, and even somewhat poorly gifted.
Professor Su Aobai's learning skills also require a bit of wisdom to be used flexibly.
Junior high school is so difficult, but in high school, the learning points are more complicated. Even if you brush the questions over and over again, it is difficult to catch up with the normal teaching progress.
It was the first time that Su Aobai met such a stupid child, and the difficulty was probably due to his own emotions. When he saw that he made the mistake he had reminded him more than ten minutes ago, he almost couldn't hold back from yelling.
"Hoo-hoo-hoo-"
Su Aobai took several deep breaths.
He felt a tightness and pain in his chest, and felt that he might be **** off.
"Dad is a little tired today, so you can do your homework by yourself. By the way, Dad has something to do tomorrow and may not be able to bring you lunch. You can eat something in the school cafeteria by yourself."
Su Aobai gave him twenty yuan, then got up and went back to his room.
Su Pengfei lowered his head, and when he heard the sound of his father's door closing, he couldn't hold back and bit his fingernails.
Dad didn't scold him today, did he finally feel completely disappointed in him, didn't he even want to scold him?
That wrong question of the same type, his father reminded him when he made a mistake for the first time more than ten minutes ago, and the teacher also taught this type of question in the tutoring class at night, but why can't he remember it!
Su Pengfei is also very disappointed in himself, why can't Dad have a smart child, he works so hard, wakes up earlier than him every day, goes to bed later than him, and spends all his energy on him, but he can't It seems that his existence is to disappoint and embarrass father.
The thumbnail of his thumb had already been bitten very short by him, Su Pengfei didn't feel any pain, and when he bit down further, there was faint blood oozing out.