Chapter 1198: 298: Yangyang online to protect her husband
Chapter 1198: 298: Yangyang online to protect her husband
Zhao Yu’s high school first year has a total of 20 classes, and it’s really not easy to stand out among these classes and maintain a top ten position in the grade.
Zhao Yu’s current grades are pretty good, but they are still outside the top thirty.
However, Ni Yan knows that as long as Zhao Yu is willing to work hard, her grades will absolutely be better than they are now; the child simply lacks motivation.
“Can you keep a top ten position?” Ni Yan asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I can!” Zhao Yu nodded earnestly. “Mom, if I keep my grades in the top ten, will you really not care about anything I do in the future? Including skipping classes?”
Ni Yan smiled and said, “If you can enter the top ten of the grade, what is there for me to worry about?”
“Really?”
Ni Yan extended her index finger and poked Zhao Yu’s forehead. “When have I ever lied to you, your mom?”
“Let’s make a pinkie promise!” Zhao Yu stretched out her little finger towards Ni Yan.
“Pinkie promise.” Ni Yan hooked Zhao Yu’s little finger, “Pinkie promise, hang by a thread, not allowed to change for a hundred years.”
Zhao Yu added, “Whoever changes is a little flower dog!”
Ni Yan smiled and said, “Midterm exams are coming up soon, can you get good grades this semester?”
Zhao Yu clenched her fist and made a cheering gesture, “I can! Definitely! Mom, just wait for me to bring glory to our ancestors!”
“You may rise,” said Ni Yan with a wave of her hand.
Zhao Yu, playing along, said, “All right, your servant will leave now!”
After returning to her room, Zhao Yu, quite unusually, picked up her textbooks and reviewed until late into the night before falling asleep.
In a few days, it will be the Dragon Boat Festival. Old Lady Shangguan is busy weaving five-colored cords and picking leaves for glutinous rice dumplings. With many people in the house, Shangguan Xi will also return home for the festival, so there are quite a few things to prepare.
On the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival, Mo Qishen returned from M Country.
“Dad! My dear dad! You’re finally back!” Zhao Yu sprinted over, intending to give Mo Qishen a big hug.
Mo Qishen discreetly dodged, and Zhao Yu ended up hugging Wu Daming at the side.
Wu Daming was so frightened that he jumped three feet back, “What are you doing under broad daylight!”
What if Li Ronghua saw that!
Zhao Yu said speechlessly, “We’re all men here, what’s there to be afraid of!”
Ni Yan, carrying a basket, pushed the door and walked out from inside, and seeing Mo Qishen standing outside, she exclaimed in surprise, “Brother Mo?”
“Yangyang!” Mo Qishen strode over, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her into his embrace, and kissed the top of her head.
Zhao Yu clicked her tongue and walked over, “So biased! Seriously too biased! Hugging my mom but not me!”
Mo Qishen tossed a bag into Zhao Yu’s hands, “Take it and scram.”
Zhao Yu took the bag, and after seeing what was inside, she said with a beaming smile, “Alright, alright! I’ll scram right away! I’ll scoot off quickly!”
The bag was filled with candies that Mo Qishen had brought back from abroad.
Wu Daming said a word to Mo Qishen and then went over to Li Ronghua’s house.
Mo Qishen looked at Ni Yan and asked, “Where are you planning to go?”
“Going tea picking, are you coming?”
Ni Yan had been busy for more than a month, and finally got some leisure time. She wanted to relax a bit.
In Beijing, there’s a tradition of picking new tea during the Dragon Boat Festival. Ni Yan loves drinking tea and enjoys the process of tea picking and making even more.
“I’ll go.” Mo Qishen nodded, taking the bamboo basket from Ni Yan’s hands.
Behind Jinghua Village lies a large expanse of tea trees, all planted by the villagers. These tea trees, with a history of many years, produce tea leaves that are rich and fragrant once pan-fired.
When Ni Yan and Mo Qishen arrived, quite a few villagers were already picking tea. Seeing Ni Yan and Mo Qishen, everyone greeted them enthusiastically.
Coming towards them was Grandpa Zhou, who had just finished picking tea.
“Hello, Grandpa Zhou.” Mo Qishen greeted him politely.
Grandpa Zhou asked, “When did little Mo come back?”
In the memories of the villagers, Mo Qishen was an extremely busy person, rarely seen throughout the seasons of the year.
Mo Qishen offered Grandpa Zhou a cigarette, “Just arrived home today.”
Grandpa Zhou took the cigarette with both hands and said to Ni Yan, “Yangyang, you brought little Mo to our tea picking. The field on the east side is specially reserved for you; it’s the first flush of the season.”
What tea is the most precious?
Of course, it’s the first flush.
The first flush is also the initial picking of tea since the start of spring.
Covered by the winter snow, the tea trees nourish and conserve their strengths. They accelerate nutrient absorption, with the leaves growing faster, and are rich in nutritional substances. The tea tastes delicate and lingers on the lips and teeth, cherished by tea lovers as their favorite drink.