eurekapd Is something bad going to happen in Chapter 231?
Is something bad going to happen in Chapter 231?
Zhuang Chaoying moved closer to him and asked with concern, "You weren't thinking about factory matters at night, were you under too much pressure from technical research?"
Lin Wufeng nodded and sighed. "Probably. The factory's technical department has been working on that electric water heater for showers that you suggested lately, and it's giving me a headache. Anyway, let's not talk about it anymore. I'm going to go buy groceries; everyone should be up soon."
Zhuang Chaoying watched Lin Wufeng's retreating figure and couldn't help but laugh. She pushed her bicycle and followed him out of the alley.
Lin Wufeng pushed the cart ahead, and hearing the laughter coming from behind, he quickly turned around and gave a warning. "Teacher Zhuang, you mustn't tell anyone about this, not even Sister Ling."
Zhuang Chaoying pursed her lips and nodded, earnestly assuring him, "Don't worry, Engineer Lin!"
Upon arriving at the market, Zhuang Chaoying first went to a breakfast shop, bought four bowls of soy milk, poured them into an enamel basin, and then bought ten pan-fried buns and four rice cakes.
Then, he picked out a bunch of tender green vegetables at the vegetable stall and got a piece of pork belly from the butcher shop before heading back.
After breakfast, Zhuang Chaoying and her three children, Xiaoting, Dongzhe, and Pengfei, rode their bicycles towards the No. 1 Middle School.
Along the way, Zhuang Chaoying listened to their conversation and occasionally chimed in.
Upon arriving at school, after parting ways with Xiaoting, Dongzhe, and Pengfei, Zhuang Chaoying straightened her clothes, picked up her briefcase, and went to her office.
As soon as I entered, I heard a warm greeting. "Good morning, Teacher Zhuang!"
It turned out to be Teacher Zhao. He was leaning back in his chair, holding a steaming cup of tea.
Zhuang Chaoying responded with a smile. "Good morning, Teacher Zhao, you're here quite early today."
Teacher Zhao tilted her head slightly. "I got up early today, and the water tank is full after I finished boiling it."
Zhuang Chaoying put her briefcase on the table, poured the leftover tea leaves from yesterday into the trash can, grabbed some fresh tea leaves from the tea canister, and brewed herself a cup of tea.
He took a few sips, checked the time, and decided it was about time to go to class. He then took out his lesson plan and textbook from his drawer and headed towards Class 2 of Grade 11.
As she entered the classroom, Zhuang Chaoying called out, "Class begins."
"Hello students!"
"Hello teacher!"
Zhuang Chaoying smiled and waved her hand. "Please sit down. Today we'll continue discussing the distance formula for the equation of a line."
He then immersed himself in teaching, writing clear notes on the blackboard.
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Time slipped away quietly amidst Zhuang Chaoying's melodious and rhythmic lecture, beep beep beep beep!
The bell rang, and Zhuang Chaoying ended the lesson.
As he came out of the classroom, he saw Shanshan standing at the office door, holding a notebook in her hand, about to walk in.
"Shanshan, is there something you need in the office?"
Shanshan turned around and saw Teacher Zhuang walking over. "Teacher Zhuang, I've come to ask Teacher Zhao for some questions."
Zhuang Chaoying smiled and nodded. "Then let's go in."
Watching Shanshan's retreating figure, Zhuang Chaoying thought to herself with admiration, "Shanshan is truly a hard-working and diligent child."
Looking back on the past two years, Shanshan's high school life was not easy; she even paid for her tuition by setting up a stall herself. This year, for some reason, Old Wu suddenly became kinder to Shanshan, giving her her senior year tuition. Did he have a change of heart?
Zhuang Chaoying returned to his seat and took out a set of college entrance examination math problems from the past few years that he had compiled from his own experience.
After Teacher Zhao finished explaining the problem to Shanshan, he got up and went over to her, handing her the workbook. "Shanshan, these are math problems I compiled myself. You can take a look; they're all from past college entrance exams."
Shanshan took the workbook with both hands. "Thank you, Teacher Zhuang. I'll return it when I'm done."
Zhuang Chaoying nodded. "Do a good job, and feel free to ask me anything you don't understand."
Shanshan held the review questions that Teacher Zhuang had given her tightly, and secretly vowed in her heart that she must get into university and make something of herself.
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Today is Sunday. Zhuang Chaoying and Engineer Lin went to the factory early in the morning to discuss some product issues.
Huang Ling finished cooking in the kitchen and checked the time; it was already 6:30, and they still hadn't returned.
She took a large bowl, filled it with some vegetables, put it in a steamer to heat it up, and then carried the vegetables into the house.
Inside, Song Ying and Huang Ling were sitting in front of the television with their three children, engrossed in watching "The Legend of the Condor Heroes." Huang Ling placed the dishes on the table. "Song Ying, dinner's ready!"
Then, she placed a chicken wing on Song Ying's plate. "This is the first time I've made sweet and sour chicken wings. Let's see if they taste good."
Song Ying put a chicken wing in her mouth and tasted it, her eyes lighting up. "Not bad, Sister Ling, it's quite delicious!"
"It's delicious, eat more, I made a lot."
Just then, Aunt Li hurried to the door and called out loudly, "Song Ying, you have a phone call!"
Song Ying quickly swallowed the food in her mouth. "Coming!" she said, putting down her bowl and chopsticks and walking out quickly.
After finishing the phone call, Song Ying hurriedly went back to Sister Ling's house.
As soon as she entered, she said, "Sister Ling, Section Chief Zhou from the Production Department asked me to go to his office. He also asked me if I was home and said that if I was, I should come with him."
Huang Ling was engrossed in watching the TV when she heard this. She looked up from the screen and at Song Ying. "Going to the factory so late at night?"
Song Ying sat back down in her chair, eating her meal as she responded. "I was also puzzled. I even asked if the textile machine was broken, but he insisted that I come to his office to find him."
Huang Ling nodded. "Then let's eat quickly, so we can go back sooner." After saying that, the two of them quickly shoveled rice and vegetables into their mouths.
Huang Ling turned to the three children and instructed them, "I'm going out with your Aunt Song for a bit. After you finish eating, wash the dishes and then stay home and read some books."
The three children nodded understandingly.
Song Ying added, “Your father and Teacher Zhuang are not home, so the three of you must lock the door. Do not open the door to anyone you don’t know.”
They devoured a few bites of food and then hurried off to the factory.
Song Ying rode Dong Zhe's bicycle, with Sister Ling on the back.
Huang Ling sat sideways in the back seat, gently putting her arm around Song's waist. "Little Song, you have a pretty slim waist."
Song Ying, holding the handlebars with one hand, used the other to pat Huang Ling's hand. "Sister Ling, don't touch me like that, it tickles! Be careful, or we might both end up in the ditch!"
Huang Ling was amused and laughed, but as she laughed, her thoughts drifted back to things at the factory.
Last year, we built a new workshop and bought new equipment, thinking we could make a big splash. But unexpectedly, the power supply was incompatible, and the machines couldn't start. The power company said that the local power grid couldn't be upgraded in a short time, so this matter was delayed for half a year, and the factory spent a lot of money on it.
She had a vague sense of unease; could it be bad news? With this thought, Huang Ling began to feel uneasy.
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