I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 199: Be careful of bones breaking your teeth

Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Be careful of bones breaking your teeth

"Mm, her fingers have enough span."

Professor Sun was examining Jiaojiao’s hands, nodding in satisfaction.

Learning the piano starts with examining the hands; they had passed the initial challenge.

In a blissful haze, Jiaojiao had her first piano lesson.

Suizi sat patiently by her side until the end of the lesson.

She had learned a few keys, and Suizi had covertly listened in.

As expected, her tone deafness from the past life continued; she didn’t understand anything.

Professor Sun was fairly satisfied with Jiaojiao and since she had nothing to do after retirement, having a little student who would visit once a week seemed nice.

Most importantly, her student’s sister-in-law was a great cook.

"Mm, this soybean sauce is authentic." Professor Sun took a sip and was overjoyed.

Jiaojiao shrank back, like a frightened quail.

The grey soybean sauce, shimmering under the bulb, was coated with a layer of faint green light.

Jiaojiao, remembering fairy tales narrated by Suizi, figured it was what a witch’s soup would look like.

"Te...teacher... Aren’t you scared of getting a stomach ache?" Jiaojiao asked cautiously.

Professor Sun was taken aback and then burst into laughter.

"Food and music have something in common: they both bring pleasure, but pleasure means different things to different people. For instance, this soybean sauce, those who like it love it unconditionally, those who dislike it won’t even try a bite."

Suizi smiled, listening. Finding an old teacher for Jiaojiao with so much effort was well worth it.

"Then my brother is the soybean sauce. Many people believe that he isn’t a good man, but my sister-in-law is absolutely infatuated with him." Jiaojiao nodded sagely.

Suizi blushed while Professor Sun laughed even more heartily.

"Who says their own brother isn’t a good catch?"

Jiaojiao stuck out her tongue; her brother truly wasn’t a good catch.

Last night, when she had gotten up to use the bathroom, she heard a muffled protest from her sister-in-law from their room, asking her brother to stop eating - the sound was odd - eating what?

Jiaojiao quietly thought that her brother must have stolen a drumstick from the dish cupboard and was munching on it in a corner at midnight.

But when she checked in the morning, the drumstick was still there.

So, what he was eating remained a mystery.

"The ’Beijing Food and Drink Festival’ states: making porridge from dregs, discussing texture with old soup, there is no difference between men and women in Beijing, everyone has a bowl of salt-based bean juice. Soybean juice is a snack that everyone can enjoy, regardless of status; it’s a mark of a city, fundamentally different from your brother."

Suizi quoted eloquently, leaving Jiaojiao baffled.

Suizi looked down; anyone could drink soybean juice.

Only she could sleep with a street wanderer.

"By the way, Professor Sun, when I visited last time, I saw Factory Director Fan looking for you. Was he also here for piano lessons?" Suizi steered the conversation back on track.

"Yes, they have a child with special circumstances at home who they want to introduce to me."

Talking about this issue, Professor Sun began to speak freely.

Fan Hua had a child at home with an IQ of level three, in simple terms, they could interact simply with others and complete simple household chores. They can take care of some aspects of their life. They are moderately mentally handicapped.

It would be good for such a child to learn a musical instrument like the piano.

If these parents were not arrogant, Professor Sun might have accepted that child.

"This couple, when they were in Beijing, were always overbearing because of some power they held in their family. They committed too many wrongdoings; I would never have any interaction with such people."

Professor Sun was distinctly displeased. Although the couple had actually come to ask her for help, they had acted as though they were throwing money at her and she should thank them graciously.

"Jiaojiao, why don’t you go play in the courtyard?" Suizi sent the child away.

With only Suizi and Professor Sun left, their conversation became simpler.

"Factory Director Fan came to the school to look for me. He wants me to cook for his wife."

"Did you agree?!"

"Impossible. Cooking is like playing the piano; it’s only for the worthy, and he doesn’t deserve it."

Professor Sun looked pleased, then told her several things about Fan Hua’s affairs in Beijing.

The main point was that the couple were not good people and that they should keep their distance.

Time flew by and Suizi gathered enough information.

Jing Ting was coming over.

Half an hour later than expected.

Yu Jingting’s left hand was wrapped in gauze, the red of his blood seeping through, causing alarm.

Suizi rushed over and Jing Ting extended his hand to catch her.

"Don’t run when you’re pregnant!"

"You have the nerve to talk to me about these trivial things?! How did you get hurt?!"

Suizi completely lost her usual cool demeanor, disregarding the fact that Professor Sun was still present. Her voice trembled.

"It’s nothing, just a small cut, it doesn’t hurt at all." Yu Jingting looked nonchalant.

He placed the lunch box on the table and said to Professor Sun:

"My wife made this sour cabbage stew before she left. After it was cooked, I brought some over. I don’t know if it suits your taste."

Professor Sun was delighted and repeatedly expressed her thanks.

Suizi stepped outside with her eyes rimmed red.

She was able to hold back her tears in front of Professor Sun, but once outside, they burst forth.

Jingting was already prepared. He had wrapped a scarf around her head indoors to protect her face from the wind; her tears soaked the scarf.

Looking at the couple walking away, Professor Sun locked the door, opened the lunch box, and started laughing till her eyebrows were hidden.

Sour cabbage stewed with large bones, and all the selected ones were meaty marrow bones, which smelled delicious.

She put the phone on her neck, used her other hand to pick up a piece of sour cabbage, and thought about how delicious it was.

The call went through quickly.

"Hello, Lijun, it’s me. Your daughter has just left. She’s so knowledgeable, well-versed in poetry and songs, and has mature opinions. She doesn’t seem like a child of her age at all. Slurp."

"I thought she looked familiar when I first saw her, and it turns out she looks like you. If I had known she was my granddaughter, I wouldn’t have given her a hard time. Your daughter looks plumper than you do, which makes her look blessed. Slurp."

"Sister, did you consider who raised these children? I have been carefully educating Suizi since she was young - wait, what are you slurping?"

Chen Lijun realized something was amiss.

"The sour cabbage stew that your daughter made, it’s so delicious. When you left home, she was still a child, I’m guessing she never cooked for you?"

The phone fell silent.

Professor Sun slurped and slurped. With one bite of sour cabbage and one strand of noodles, life couldn’t be better.

"Be careful while eating bones, you might break a tooth." It took Chen Lijun a long time to speak again, her voice tinged with sourness.

"You’re envious of me, aren’t you? Your daughter also made me a bread roll and can cook soybean sauce. I haven’t had such delicious food in a long time."

Click, the call ended.

Professor Sun puckered her mouth. Lijun was really narrow-minded, it’s a good thing Suizi isn’t like her.

When Professor Sun had finished her last bite and started burping, Lijun’s call came in again.

"The Fan family appeared over there, be careful, don’t let them see Suizi."

Chen Lijun calculated the time and called when she thought Professor Sun had finished eating, so she wouldn’t feel heartbroken - What did the sour cabbage her daughter make taste like?

"You are late in telling me. The Fan family has already approached her."

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