I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 195: I Recognize You

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: I Recognize You

Suizi was a resilient girl.

Once she had taken a fancy to this professor, she frequently visited his home.

She never came empty-handed, often bringing snacks she made herself.

The price was not high, but full of goodwill.

The old professor wanted to decline, but Suizi always had a surprise in store.

Opening the cover of the food box, she revealed the glossy oil-coated stir-fried liver to the old professor.

As the aroma wafted out, the old professor could not resist.

"How did you learn to make this?"

"Knowing that you teach in Beijing, I figured you might like it, so I tried my hand at it."

The liver and sausage were fat-rich and invitingly brown. The box was filled to the brim, playing no stint with ingredients.

Her serving could match up to four of the ones sold outside, such was her generosity with ingredients.

The old professor’s eyes dimmed as he restrained his drool and managed to say with an intellectual demeanor:

"Do you think you can win me over with just a bowl of stir-fried liver?" No matter how good his hometown was, he could never find an authentic stir-fried liver.

The bowl in front of him, however, was unquestionably authentic.

"Your profound knowledge is priceless. Not to mention a bowl of stir-fried liver, even several stir-fried liver restaurants won’t be enough to trade for it. You should try it and see if it’s good. Tomorrow, I’ll bring you some scorched rings."

"Where did you learn all of this?" All of these are Beijing snacks, even if local places do have them, they don’t taste the same.

Suizi stayed silent for a moment.

"When I was little, my mother liked to make these, and I would sit on a small stool watching her. I didn’t intentionally learn, but as I grew up, I naturally picked it up."

"Then your mother, she—"

"She was an educated youth who settled down in the countryside after her time in Beijing."

"No wonder." Hearing the words "educated youth", the old professor’s face visibly softened.

"Why are you so insistent on having your child learn the piano? Not many people in our country are studying the piano now. If someday, because of learning this ’foreign stuff’, the child repeats what you and your mother went through."

"That won’t happen." Suizi interrupted with determination in her eyes.

"We are currently going through a difficult transitional period, but I firmly believe that our homeland will get better and better. The state advocates for science and education to invigorate the country now, doesn’t the existence of our night school prove it?"

"The essence of cultural confidence is national self-confidence. I firmly believe that with the rise of our nation, our culture will embrace foreign cultures with an open and confident attitude, because we are nationally confident, we are not afraid of being swallowed up by foreign cultures."

The old professor was dumbfounded.

This girl had visited his home repeatedly and left a deep impression on him. In his impression, she was a girl with clear goals and steadfastness.

Although she visited often, it did not annoy him, and the old professor was also swaying.

Unexpectedly, she harbored such grand ambitions.

"But the piano is ultimately a western instrument."

"I have heard your compositions. Although your music shows western influence, at its core, it expresses something inherently ours, our culture that has been rooted for 5,000 years. This spirit that I call our ’roots’. As long as our roots are preserved, the spirit of our country can be passed on."

"Well said!" The old professor was moved to tears by Suizi’s words.

The things that she never outwardly expressed but buried in her music creation, had been spotted by Suizi. She was like a soulmate.

"To be honest, art can’t be learned by just love and hard work, it also requires some talent. I don’t even know if my sister-in-law is made for this." Suizi took a turn in the conversation, bringing up the old professor’s concerns first.

"Then why do you persist in coming to me?"

"Some things remain unknown if not tried. If you feel she’s unsuitable—"

"You will give up? Quitting halfway doesn’t seem like something you would do." The old professor raised an eyebrow, his eyes showed his admiration for Suizi.

The resilience in this girl could truly touch people.

Suizi touched her belly and smiled faintly.

"Whether my sister-in-law can become your student, depends on her own fortune. If she has no talent, we can’t force it. But your friendship, that’s settled."

There was another thing she didn’t say.

She had two "spare tires" in her belly. If Jiaojiao was not right for this, she would switch to the two little ones in her belly.

As long as her relationship with the old professor is right, with so many "seeds" at home, it’s unbelievable if none of them sprouted, right?

The old professor felt refreshingly comfortable after Suizi’s words. After being away from home for so long, he finally found someone he could talk to.

Once the conversation started, it was as if the floodgates had been opened and he chatted with Suizi about everything under the sun, shaking heaven and earth with their conversation.

Suizi didn’t usually talk much and at first contact, she would give the impression of being introverted and shy; blushing at almost anything and not seeming like someone who would talk.

But once you get to know her, you realize she is deep in thought and has a clear understanding beyond her age.

Being around the elderly artist, whether they talked about literature or practical matters, there was nothing that she couldn’t add her thoughts to.

When they truly opened up, the professor felt as if he had known her for a long time. He kept Suizi from leaving and even wanted her to stay for dinner.

If it hadn’t been for Yu Jingting who thought it was getting too late, this old lady might have kept Suizi for dinner.

Yu Jingting held Suizi’s hand at the entrance.

"Tomorrow, when your sister-in-law is out of school, bring her here. And remember, the scorched rings you promised—"

"They’re all ready for you. Including the soybean milk to pair with the scorched rings, I know how to make that too."

The old professor smiled joyfully, his face creased with laughter.

Yu Jingting looked on, marveling at how Suizi had managed to charm the old lady.

Previously, the old lady was sullen, looking as if everyone owed her money.

If it hadn’t been for Suizi to stop him, Yu Jingting would have broken her windows long ago.

These artistic types all thought highly of themselves, looking down on people all the time, acting like they deserved a beating.

A car drove up.

Yu Jingting pulled Suizi aside and couldn’t help but stare.

A car was the ultimate luxury.

It was already considered wealthy to have a bicycle in an ordinary family, so those who could afford a car were by no means ordinary people.

The car stopped in front of the old professor’s house. The driver got out first and opened the car door to let out a middle-aged couple.

Their attire showed considerable dignity.

The driver opened the trunk and took out packages of gifts.

It was clear they were here to seek the old professor’s assistance.

Suizi felt a warmth on her head.

She turned to look at Yu Jingting, who took out a hat from home and put it on her.

"Again without a hat, hmm?" He pinched Suizi’s nose.

Suizi lowered her head in guilt, missing the glance of the middle-aged man.

"Let’s go. Your mom has kept some good food for you. I can’t even have a bite." Yu Jingting naturally held Suizi’s hand and put it in his pocket.

"Fan Hua, what are you looking at?" The middle-aged woman asked her husband.

Realizing that her husband was looking at the young couple ahead, the middle-aged woman sneered.

What’s there to look at those poor people that fill the streets, she thought.

Fan Hua withdrew his gaze, feeling a pang of regret.

The girl’s profile seemed familiar, and he wanted to see her face directly, but unfortunately, it was blocked by a hat.

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