Aunt Zhang and Ling Xue can see the short videos recommended by them on the website from time to time. The most common ones are short videos of newly built houses by residents, such as digging caves.
No matter who of them sees a new short video, they can discuss it together. Sometimes when Aunt Zhang can't go out during the day, she is eager to gossip with Ling Xue and even calls her to chat. She is completely immersed in it.
Uncle Zhang complained about their situation, saying, "Xiaoxue has been led astray by your aunt. She's always gossiping about other people's affairs. Why are you so concerned about other people's affairs? What does it have to do with us?"
He kept complaining, making everyone around him uncomfortable. Except for Aunt Zhang and Ling Xue, who were mumbling about a short video of their cave house and had no idea what was going on in the outside world. It was no wonder Uncle Zhang was angry.
Zhang Enhui whispered to Zhou Kai, "My dad hates it because my mom and Xiaoxue chat all the time, texting, video chatting, voice chatting, phone chatting, and other methods. My dad can't get a break and feels like he's been left out. This is just a way to make her feel important!"
Zhou Kai's eyes were filled with laughter. "Uncle Zhang feels quite aggrieved. It used to be the three of them who were always on the move, collecting supplies or selling vegetables, always inseparable. Now that we've settled down, he suddenly has a bit of free time, and it's inevitable that he'll envy what the mother and daughter are doing. Don't worry, just find him a job!"
Zhang Enhui listened to Zhou Kai's words thoughtfully. Yes, everything will be fine once people are busy.
But what could she find for her father to do?
In the past, when the elderly had nothing to do at home, they would peel peanuts and soybeans, or roll corn cobs. They could easily find something to do at home.
It’s no use now. Where can I find corn cobs for him?
Seeing Zhang Enhui's worried look, Zhou Kai felt a little distressed and offered her an idea: "Here's how, didn't Old Liu say a few days ago that he had a large amount of packing tape? Why don't you bring it back and make baskets for your dad? It's clean, easy, and will also attract his attention!"
Good idea!
Zhang Enhui found a short video of basket weaving DIY on her mobile phone for her father. Sure enough, the old man was attracted to it at once. There are such good things on the Internet.
The door to a new world suddenly opened up for Uncle Zhang!
Just looking is not enough. I don’t have any materials at home, not even a branch. What should I do?
What to do? Of course, look for her daughter Zhang Enhui.
Seeing that her father had fallen into the trap, Zhang Enhui promised him without saying a word that she would go find things for him in the evening and told him to study quickly, otherwise Uncle Zhang would not have learned the materials while she was bringing them back.
"Hurry up and go. If you can't learn it, I'll give the materials to my mom!"
Uncle Zhang was furious when he heard this. "How could I give this to your mother? This is material I found for myself. I'm going to study it right now. Don't tell your mother or Xiaoxue. If they find out, I'll be in trouble!"
Zhang Enhui looked at his father with some amusement as he hid in the shade and returned to the cave he and Aunt Zhang lived in. His father seemed to be getting more and more childish as he got older.
But it didn't matter, as long as they were happy. Zhang Enhui was in high spirits watching her father and mother bickering back and forth all day long. And with Ling Xue acting as a lubricant, they didn't get really angry, but instead became more and more aggressive.
In Zhang Enhui's eyes, Ling Xue is really smart. She doesn't talk much, but she always interrupts at the right time, and even makes his parents think she is reasonable. That's amazing.
To be honest, Ling Xue is indeed more filial than her as a daughter. When she is away from home, Ling Xue is always with her family. Zhang Enhui is grateful to Ling Xue from the bottom of her heart.
