Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space-Chapter 627 - 505: So-Called Skewers

Winter has arrived, and the heavy snow has been falling for several days. Many snowmen are piled in the yard, and even after two days of playing, Ping’an has lost interest.

Just as winter break started, Zhang Guoqing, the vice-chairman of the student council, stayed in school to participate in activities. Zhou Jiao returned home alone and saw her son directing some children to move firewood, while Aunt Chen was carrying a small table.

"What’s going on?"

Busy Ping’an saw Zhou Jiao and his eyes lit up. He immediately rushed over, "Mom, you’re back? Weren’t you coming back on the weekend?"

Aunt Chen put down the table, laughing, "Let Ping’an tell you what’s going on."

Zhou Jiao picked up her son and touched his little hands, "Cold? Mom’s on winter break and has time to be with you. What are you busy with?"

"We’re going to start a fire and grill skewers. Mom, come here, I’ll grill sweet potatoes and potatoes for you." Ping’an said, remembering he had something else to do, and quickly asked to be put down.

Zhou Jiao put him down and followed him inside with a laugh, "Son, do you need Mom to sponsor your event?"

"No need. Aunt, oh, Grandma Chen has prepared everything, and the older boys and girls have brought a lot of stuff over."

Zhou Jiao looked at her son with amusement. It seemed like he usually called her Aunt Chen, but his childish words made it playful, though it lost some respect. The child is growing up, and some things need attention.

"Hello, Auntie, my mom is still at work..."

"Sister, we’re grilling skewers. Can you help us light the fire..."

"Sister Jiao Jiao, my grandma gave this..."

"Auntie, I moved a lot of firewood for this..."

Zhou Jiao, surrounded by the children, watched their excited gestures and listened to their various greetings, with rank getting all mixed up.

"Alright, alright, you’re all good kids. Are you cold? Be careful not to hurt yourself moving things." Zhou Jiao reassured the children, looking at the sweet potatoes, potatoes, and slices of bread on the ground...

It’s really all sorts of things, everything except meat. It seems the adults in the families truly spoil the children.

Zhou Jiao looked at the cheerful faces of the children and couldn’t help but smile. Do these little kids know what it means to have a barbecue? Probably just saw adults do it and thought it was fun, so they followed suit.

"Ping’an, what’s next? You give the commands, and Mommy will help."

Ping’an shook his head, "Mom, you rest first. We’re doing it ourselves, I can arrange it."

"Auntie, we want to do it ourselves."

"Yeah, I’m not even letting my grandma come over."

Zhou Jiao went along with them, happily watching her son command in an orderly manner. She thought for a moment, went back to the bedroom, changed clothes, and went to the kitchen.

"Aunt, let’s set up a pot in the yard. Seriously, if we leave it to them, they won’t have anything to eat by evening."

Aunt Chen nodded with a smile, "Sure. This time you lead. You wouldn’t know what happened at home today, but it cracked me up."

Zhou Jiao smiled, waiting for her to continue.

"The kids stayed at home today, talking like adults about what to play. They said since they’re almost adults, they should grill skewers and drink wine like adults. Since they couldn’t drink wine, they could drink white soda. Oh, it was hilarious. But after saying it, they realized white soda was expensive, costing two cents, so they started pooling money, saying things like ’I have five cents’ or ’I should’ve kept my new year’s money from Mom.’..."

"After discussing for quite a while, they all decided to use plain water and wait until New Year’s for the white soda. They were so happy, they each ran home to get things..."

With this, Zhou Jiao already knew her son’s little temper had flared up again—it wasn’t stingy of him. But among peers, you really can’t be too generous.

"Set up a pot in the yard, use bone broth to stew some radish, add some ginger to keep them warm. Throw in two pieces of frozen tofu, and follow Ping’an’s instructions for the rest. What do you think?"

Aunt Chen smiled and nodded, there was nothing wrong with that.

She knew Zhou Jiao never behaved like some rich lady bossing others around, yet she also wouldn’t ask for your opinion.

After cohabiting for a long time, Aunt Chen understood Zhou Jiao more. She was never rude to anyone, never gossiped or judged others. She seemed gentle in every way, yet if one dared cross her, they’d be out of there quickly.

On the contrary, if one gained her trust, she treated them like family, very protective. The last time, after hearing she was bullied by the aunt from Qu Family, without a word, Zhou Jiao went to the Qu Family, forcing that person to leave.

Even now, Aunt Chen remembers how Zhou Jiao stood up and went to the Qu Family without asking about the specifics, scaring the hell out of her, so she followed quickly.

At the Qu Family’s, with a smiling face, Zhou Jiao dropped shocking lines like ’will a mere servant incite conflict’ or ’do you really think you’re something important at the prime minister’s door’...

Aunt Chen thought she’d never learn to say these things, yet seeing Old Mrs. Qu, smiling and dismissing the longstanding aunt, proved that this girl could truly protect her.

Thinking of this, Aunt Chen smiled broadly and quickened her pace to work.

Ping’an looked at the things in the big pot in the yard, hesitated for a while, and held back the urge to speak. Well, those are his buddies too. But next time, they can’t waste.

Ping’an glanced at Zhou Jiao, thinking he’d have a good talk with his mom when no one else was around.

It’s not that he’s being stingy, Fatty hasn’t had a taste of meat for a month in her family; Xiao Er’s grandma fell while buying a block of tofu and was holding it high up, afraid it would break.

Uh... the other kids?

Some of them are like him, eating meat and drinking milk secretly at home.

"Son, don’t go too close to the big pot, be careful not to get hurt."

Hearing this, Ping’an quickly stepped back a few paces, raising his head to give Zhou Jiao a bright smile.

The pair of deep dimples on his face made Zhou Jiao laugh. She didn’t know whether Ping’an would face the same conundrum as his grandfather when he grows up—should he greet people with a smile or keep a stern face?

On this point, Zhou Jiao was quite curious.

"Mom, it’s almost time, why hasn’t Dad come back yet?"

Zhou Jiao really couldn’t be sure when Zhang Guoqing would return, who knew what task might come up next.

"Your Dad is busy, otherwise he would’ve been back to accompany you already. Do you need him for something?"

Ping’an looked up at the sky and shook his head.

"He’ll definitely bring his luggage back tomorrow. You hang out with your friends first, be careful."

Zhou Jiao still couldn’t help worrying. These little ones are playing with fire on a whim, hopefully they don’t get hurt or burned. Thinking of this, she didn’t dare leave, moving a small bench to sit by the fire pit, watching over the children.

"Ahh... it’s on fire, wrong... wrong, the fire can’t be that big."

"What do we do now? We can’t go there, it’ll burn our hands."

"I know, don’t move. Let’s stand back and throw it in..."

"Yeah, I’ll do it, I can throw far."

Zhou Jiao watched as the kids, not even finished speaking, began throwing quite a few things in, laughing out loud.

"You’re so stupid, who told you to throw the bread slices?"

"You threw potato slices, why can’t I?"

Ping’an slid over to Zhou Jiao and asked her in a low voice, "Mom, can the older kids actually cook it?"

Zhou Jiao truly didn’t know how to answer. She hesitated, "If it’s long enough, it should be cooked, but some things can’t be eaten. Son, didn’t you tell them they need a grill for barbecue?"

Ping’an pouted, "I hadn’t instructed them to bring the grill yet, and they all threw it in."

Zhou Jiao laughed even harder, it was truly too funny. Seeing that the oldest was at most seven years old, a four-year-old commanding a bunch of mischievous kids? No way.

"Mom..."

Zhou Jiao stopped laughing, "Alright, I’ll take over, you guys sit in a row, be safe, got it?"

"We threw everything in, when can we eat it? I’m hungry."

"Me too..."

Zhou Jiao quickly stopped them, "Not ready yet. Little ones, wait a bit, I’ll do it, and you just wait to eat."

With that said, she didn’t dare leave, called Aunt Chen out from inside.

"What’s up?"

Seeing Old Mrs. Cheng at the door, she felt like she’d seen a savior and shouted with joy, "Auntie Grandma, you’re finally here. Can you help me watch the kids, I’ll go prepare a grill."

"Haha... you kids really know how to have fun."

Zhou Jiao quickly called Aunt Chen, who came out, to move the grill, while she went to the storeroom to grab some potatoes and sweet potatoes, and headed to the kitchen to cut and skewer them.

By the time she brought them out, Uncle Chen had already inserted iron sticks, and the simple iron rack was set up over the fire pit.

Speaking of this grill, Zhang Guoqing went through a lot of effort to find iron bars to assemble it, otherwise, they wouldn’t have any grill now.

This thing is incredibly practical and has already become beloved by several young people, almost getting shared around like a fishing net.

After the commotion, the kids finally got to eat their so-called grilled skewers.

Hearing them talk about doing it again next time, Zhou Jiao found it alarming. Even in the cold weather, she broke out in a sweat. Again? Now that she’s used to letting everything go, Zhou Jiao really couldn’t agree.

Watching Ping’an seriously discuss with his little friends about whose house it would be next, how they should take turns.

Zhou Jiao thought that her son was truly cunning. How did she give birth to such a clever son?