Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child

When Fu Heng led him back to find Professor Zhang, Qingqing's face was still red, like a ripe red apple.

Professor Zhang was also a person who came by, and he probably knew what was going on with a glance.

However, this is a private matter between the students and has nothing to do with him, and they are husband and wife, so everything is reasonable and reasonable.

So he just got up with a smile, greeted Qingqing to come and help her hold a bunch of flowers, while he slipped a basket and slowly led the way.

Thanks to Qingqing's timely recovery of her memory, even if it was just the memory of just going to college, it reminded her of some past events about Professor Zhang Xia.

For example, this person is really their professional tutor, and another example is that he is still an industry leader.

But what interests them most is the love story between Professor Zhang and his lover.

The most impressive thing is that the two were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day. The coincidence is so coincidental that people can't help but sigh that the world is bigger, and any miracle can happen.

So in addition to Professor Zhang’s birthday, today is also the birthday of Professor Zhang’s lover.

The bouquets and gifts he asked Qingqing to help were the birthday presents he prepared to give to his lover.

Walking with Fu Heng behind, Qingqing winked at him.

Unexpectedly, Professor Zhang is quite romantic.

In front of the students, the professor has always been serious, but occasionally he has a little humor. He has strong professional strength, so he is very popular among students.

The two elderly people live in the family building of the school.

Room No. 1 on the second floor.

The condition of the family building here is very good, a seven-story building, with two households on each floor, one household with three bedrooms and two rooms, enough for the teachers to live in.

Professor Zhang dismissed get out of class relatively late, and it was almost 12 noon when they led Qingqing back home.

As soon as I opened the door of the room, the rich smell of food came to my nose.

Qingqing closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and couldn't help sighing, "It smells so good."

"It seems that your mother has already cooked food."

Probably because today is the birthday of himself and his wife, Professor Zhang is in a good mood, and the smiles on his faces have never faded from morning till night.

It is also now, he even can't wait to enter the house than Qingqing, and rushes into the kitchen.

Then he was driven out with a spatula.

"Come on stealing food again? Get out quickly. I'm going to have guests today."

Mrs. Zhang Hu drove Professor Zhang out, and as soon as she stepped out of the kitchen door, she saw an embarrassed Qing Qinghe in the hallway.

Fu Heng, who was extremely calm, stunned, then quickly pushed away Professor Zhang and greeted him with a smile.

"Qingqing and Fu Heng are here, just in time, the food is ready, come and eat quickly." Madam Zhang obviously knew Qingqing and them, and the attitude was very close when they met.

She pulled Qingqing and sat down on the sofa. She couldn't refuse to stuff her a handful of washed cherries, and told Professor Zhang to take good care of the guests. Then she went back to the kitchen and was busy.

"That... let me help."

Qingqing was embarrassed and sat on the sofa watching the two elderly people are busy. She got up and wanted to go to the kitchen to help, but was pressed by Professor Zhang.

"You can get it. I don't know if it's a help or trouble when I go to the kitchen."

Cooking was rejected, Qingqing was so angry, he opened his mouth and instinctively replied: "If you say that, if you go, you are not going to cause trouble."

"So you didn't see me sitting here honestly?" Professor Zhang calmly accepted his identity as a kitchen killer.

Qing Qing: "..."

Realizing that she couldn't talk about Professor Zhang, Qingqing subconsciously turned her head to look for an ally, only to find that Fu Heng didn't know when she had gone to the kitchen to help Mrs. Zhang cooking.

Yes, she should stay here and drink tea with Professor Zhang.

"How old are your memories now?" Professor Zhang began to care about Qingqing's condition.

"Eighteen, just freshman this year." Qingqing answered honestly.

"That is already thinking of who I am."

"That's not it, how dare you forget me." Qingqing coaxed Professor Zhang sweetly, so that he would be obedient and don't want money to go out, and he just coaxed the older and more naive professor into a smile.

Listening to the laughter of the old and the young, Mrs. Zhang in the kitchen couldn't help but smile with a knowing smile.

"The relationship between them is still so good."

"Qingqing and your second elder also have a daughter status, so they are naturally close to your second elder." Fu Heng said warmly.

In front of the teachers who taught him, he has always been gentle and humble, not to mention that these two old men have deep connections with their wives.

"I heard that her mother recently... Forget it, don't talk about it."

With a light sigh, Mrs. Zhang continued to deal with the crayfish in her hand.

Qingqing loves to eat crayfish, especially Mrs. Zhang's unique salted egg yolk crayfish, so when Mrs. Zhang heard that she was coming to eat, she immediately went to the vegetable market and bought five catties of crayfish.

Regardless of the five catties, the peeled meat is not enough for Qingqing to eat alone.

But she also prepared other dishes, so it's hard to buy too many crayfish.

The main reason is that the pot at home is not big enough to hold it.

Fu Hengzheng

Concentrating on frying the dishes in the pot, Mrs. Zhang who was listening to her side suddenly said, "The court sentenced Han Dayu who wanted to harm Qing Qing. There is no time limit. Don't think of it in this life."

Mrs. Zhang has always been concerned about this, and she has a friend who works in the Judicial Court, so she received the news as soon as the verdict came.

"Well, I got it."

Fu Heng paused slightly, and then continued to stir fry skillfully, but unexpectedly, Mrs. Zhang said: "I heard that Han Dayu still left a son outside."

His pupils shrank slightly, and Fu Heng turned his head abruptly to face Mrs. Zhang's peaceful face: "Don't worry, the child has no malice towards Qingqing. On the contrary, he is very grateful for Qingqing."

"Grateful?" Who would be grateful for someone who sent his father to prison twice?

Seeing Fu Heng’s inner ridicule, Mrs. Zhang had to patiently explain to him: “You should know that Qingqing and my old man have been funding some poor children over the years so that they can go to school and eat. That child is that It’s also a coincidence that one of the children funded by Qingqing is also a graduate of Jinda University. I also accidentally learned of his existence. For Qingqing, I asked someone specifically and knew that this kid was his mother Han Dayu's. Mistress, but was killed by Han Dayu, and later became an orphan, living out as a beggar, Qingqing supported him, so he can go to school with other children, so he has no malice towards Qingqing."

After listening to Mrs. Zhang's explanation, Fu Heng's expression completely eased.

"I know him, he is not Han Dayu's son."

Mrs. Zhang was taken aback: "How do you say this?"

"You probably don't know why Han Dayu wanted to kill that mistress, because she had another relationship with Han Dayu behind her back, and she was pregnant with other people's children. She welcomed her son with joy, but it was not her own. Han Dayu naturally couldn't bear it.

So he killed his mistress.

"Oh, this is really..." Madam Zhang sighed a little, and finally she could only say: "These people's hearts are completely broken."

No longer mentioning this topic, Mrs. Zhang put the cleaned crayfish into the pot and stir-fried, and the rich fragrance floated out of the kitchen door, attracting the peeping of two heads, one big and one small.

"Is the meal ready?"

Qingqing and Professor Zhang, who were not allowed to step into the kitchen, pulled on the door frame in unison, peeking inside.

"It's almost done, hurry up and set the table and chopsticks."

"Okay!"

It’s the most positive thing to eat Qingqing. She took the job of setting up the tableware, Zhang

The professor went to serve the meal.

In the last issue of all the dishes, when faced with a table of delicious food, Qingqing and Professor Zhang almost coincidentally attacked the salted egg yolk crayfish.

In addition to Qingqing, Professor Zhang also loves this dish.

It's just that Mrs. Zhang dislikes the trouble of cooking crayfish, so she doesn't make it easily.

This time he was also blessed by Qingqing.

"Qingqing eat more." Mrs. Zhang gave Qingqing some vegetables with a smile. The cook is happiest than the one who eats affirmation of his craft.

And this affirmative method is also very straightforward, just eat it all.

Fu Heng smiled at Qingqing's cheerful appearance, and felt that bringing her over today was a correct proposal.

Maybe Qingqing hadn't noticed it herself. Although she lost most of her memories of getting along with Professor Zhang and his wife, as soon as she stepped into this house, she still instinctively felt that she had returned to her natal home.

For her, I'm afraid this is her second home besides Fu's. The two elders who live here are more like her parents than her parents.

Close observation can reveal that, in fact, Qingqing's face is still 30-40% similar to Mrs. Zhang, especially the peach-like eyes, which is a must for Gu's family.

In fact, Qingqing and Mrs. Zhang are really related by blood.

Mrs. Zhang's real name is Gu, and she is a distant relative of the Gu family. In terms of seniority, Qingqing has to call Mrs. Zhang an aunt.

So they came here today, in addition to congratulating their teachers as students, they also made a special trip to celebrate their birthdays as juniors.

It can be regarded as making up for the regret that the children of the two old people are not around.

"Qingqing eat more, look at you thin."

Mrs. Zhang is very keen on picking vegetables for Qingqing, and personally peels and removes fish bones from shrimp shells, making Fu Heng's presence a decoration.

Knowing that this is the old man's care for the juniors, he didn't rob the job, so he could eat in peace, and dealt with the surprise inspections by Professor Zhang from time to time.

Worthy of being a teacher for a lifetime, as soon as he meets students, he habitually wants to examine their homework.

Fortunately, even after graduating, he is still in the business circle. The necessary knowledge Fu Heng is absolutely impossible to forget, but he can deal with it calmly.

As a result, I passed the inspection during the meal, but failed to survive the chess game after the meal.

Facing Professor Zhang's hurried urging, Fu Heng had no choice but to get up and go over.

He would rather make a hundred papers, but he really didn't want to play chess with Professor Zhang.

It's not how superb this man is in chess, but Professor Zhang is a stinky chess player, and he will scold people in anxious manner. Playing chess with him is not enjoyment, but a torture.