eurekapd Chapter 281 Pengfei and Tunan's Secret Operation
Chapter 281 Pengfei and Tunan's Secret Operation
Huang Ling swallowed the last bite of plum blossom cake. The kitchen door was wide open, allowing her to peek into the house at any time. "Chao Ying, I've chopped the sausage and green peppers. You can just stir-fry them. I'm going inside now."
Zhuang Chaoying held the spatula and casually stirred the food in the pan a few times. Suddenly, she turned her head, brought her face close to Huang Ling's, and deliberately cleared her throat, pointing to her cheek with her finger.
Huang Ling glared at him first, then subconsciously looked into the room. Seeing that the children were all focused on watching TV, she blushed and quickly kissed him on the cheek.
"Cook well." After saying that, she turned around and went back into the house to watch TV with the children.
Zhuang Chaoying's smile deepened, and she was full of energy. Before long, a plate of shredded celery and pork, which looked and smelled delicious, was ready.
At this moment, Lin Wufeng pushed open the back door of their house, leaned against the door frame, and watched Teacher Zhuang cook with great interest.
"Teacher Zhuang, what's making you so happy?"
Zhuang Chaoying smiled somewhat embarrassedly. "Engineer Lin, you're leaving get off work quite early today. Was I being that obvious?"
Lin Wufeng nodded and said in a serious tone.
“Very obvious.” As he spoke, he walked to the refrigerator, took out a small piece of pork, and soaked it in a basin of water.
Zhuang Chaoying poured the chopped sausage and green peppers into the pot with a sizzling sound. "Lin, it must take you an hour and a half to commute by bicycle, right? Why haven't you considered buying a motorcycle? Xiao Song would definitely like it and agree to let you buy one."
Lin Wufeng walked to his side, picking vegetables as he spoke.
"I've been thinking about buying it, and Song Ying also agreed to buy a motorcycle. She said it would make my commute faster, and it would be cool to take her to the factory for her night shift. It's just that I haven't had time lately. A few months ago, Teacher Zhuang gave us an idea, which is a water-filled water heater. The factory is working hard on the research and development of this project, and they've also added a new production line. Employee training also needs to keep up. Today is the earliest I've come back in a month."
Actually, he remembered this water heater by chance; in his original world, university dormitory water rooms used this kind of equipment.
This product has a promising market prospect. Universities, factories, canteens, and other organizations are all potential consumer groups. Once it is produced, its advantages of heat preservation, large water volume, and suitability for multiple users will definitely allow it to occupy a significant market share. Moreover, other factories do not have it yet, so if they launch it first, they will surely succeed.
"How's the water dispenser development going?"
"Production should begin around the end of the year."
Zhuang Chaoying nodded. "We still need to register the patent first, so that others don't take advantage of the loopholes."
Before he could finish speaking, the pungent smell of chili peppers from the pot suddenly filled his throat.
Zhuang Chaoying choked and coughed repeatedly. "Cough cough cough! It's so spicy."
Lin Wufeng was also overwhelmed by the spiciness and quickly carried the vegetable basin to the backyard, sneezing as he went. "Achoo, achoo, cough cough cough!"
The spicy aroma wafted into the house, and for a moment, the kitchen was filled with coughs and sneezes. Zhuang Chaoying stirred the food a few more times and served it.
Zhuang Chaoying carried a steaming plate of stir-fried Chinese sausage and green peppers into the house. "Pengfei, you'll definitely love this sausage today, it's so flavorful!"
Pengfei couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw his uncle with snot and tears streaming down his face, his cheeks flushed red from the chili peppers.
"That's it? It's a piece of cake for me! I could put in twice the amount of chili without any problem, not even blinking an eye!"
After saying that, he stood up briskly and followed closely behind Zhuang Chaoying to get a bowl to serve rice.
Zhuang Chaoying was both annoyed and amused by the boy's smugness, so she raised her foot and gave him a light kick in the butt.
"Don't cry if your nose gets sore from the spiciness!"
In fact, Zhuang Chaoying herself also loves chili peppers. Whenever she eats chili peppers, her mouth is satisfied, but her lower body suffers. She feels uncomfortable for a long time after eating them.
He really couldn't understand how Pengfei could eat so much spicy food and then act like nothing had happened afterward.
The family sat together and finished their dinner.
After the meal, Zhuang Chaoying switched the fan to oscillation mode.
He sat at his desk, preparing to conceive his new book, amidst the bright lights and bustling activity, and casually took off his short-sleeved shirt, draping it loosely over the back of his chair.
Huang Ling took a popsicle out of the refrigerator, sat down gently next to him, and took a small bite.
In summer, this is the only time Huang Ling can eat a few popsicles to cool off.
She always ate slowly and carefully, and she could never finish a whole piece; she would hand him the rest after eating only half of it.
Sure enough, after a short while, she ate half of it and gently patted Zhuang Chaoying's arm. "Chaoying, you eat, I don't want to eat anymore."
Zhuang Chaoying turned his head and opened his mouth in tacit agreement. Huang Ling smiled and stuffed the rest of the popsicle directly into his mouth.
He took the popsicle, casually capped the pen with the pen cap, gripped the popsicle stick, and quickly took a big slurp.
He turned his head, looked at Huang Ling with expectant eyes, and tentatively asked.
"Ah Ling, do you think we should buy a motorcycle?"
Huang Ling was slightly taken aback, and after thinking for a moment, she looked at him.
“Song Ying told me the other day that her family wanted to buy a motorcycle, saying that it would make it much more convenient for Lin to commute to and from work. Actually, it doesn’t matter whether our family buys one or not. It only takes you twenty minutes to get to work by bicycle, and it’s also quite close for me to walk.”
Halfway through her sentence, she noticed Zhuang Chaoying's expectant and longing gaze and immediately understood that he must want to buy it, otherwise he wouldn't have suddenly asked her that question.
Thinking of this, she smiled and nodded. "Chaoying, let's buy one for our family too."
"Really?" Zhuang Chaoying suddenly became excited.
"That's great! When Engineer Lin goes to buy one, we'll go with him and pick the one we like best. I'll ride my motorcycle with you on the back, and we'll go for a ride. Just thinking about it makes me happy!"
Huang Ling looked at him, who was so excited like a child, and felt both annoyed and amused. She reached out and gently tapped him with her finger.
"The popsicle has melted, and it's almost dripping onto my clothes!"
Zhuang Chaoying then came to her senses, quickly stuffed the popsicle into her mouth, and licked the almost melted popsicle.
"Uncle, Uncle! Tu Nan and I have something we want to tell you!"
Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling exchanged a glance, put down their popsicles, stood up, threw them into the trash can, and walked over.
Pengfei and Tunan were seen standing at the door after washing the dishes in the backyard, looking rather mysterious.
Zhuang Chaoying looked at them suspiciously. "What's going on? Why are you being so mysterious?"
Tu Nan beckoned him over. "Dad, come here, I need to talk to you about this privately."
The three of them went to the backyard together, and Tu Nan closed the kitchen door.
Then, he took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to him. "Dad, open it and take a look."
Zhuang Chaoying looked at the two brats in front of her with suspicion, then looked down at the envelope in her hand and slowly opened it.
"Ok?"
The envelope contained a stack of photos.
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