Chapter 6 (6)

Seeing Dau Dau happily hugging Co Quan Dao's neck, Hoai Nguyet couldn't help but feel bitter. Lo Phong is always busy and has so little time with his son that it's pitiful. Although Dau Dau has the love of his grandparents and me, in the end he is still a baby, and it is time for him to need his father's love and care. Seeing the boy like to play with Co Quan Dao like that, Hoai Nguyet suddenly felt a bit of hatred for Lo Phong.

"Dau Dau, get down, you'll get tired of carrying him for too long." Seeing that Dau Dau seemed unwilling, Hoai Nguyet comforted her: "Can you help mom go to the garden to pick broad beans? Miss Co wants to eat the beans Dau Dau picked!" Hearing that, Dau Dau immediately slid down from Co Quan Dao's body, shouted "good" and ran to the kitchen, took a basket, pulled out Co Quan Dao's hand and went out, "Uncle Co go too, the teacher said you love labor." It's the act that makes you a good child." Co Quan Dao obediently let the boy pull him out, then turned around and seriously asked Hoai Nguyet: "How much do I need to pick?" Co Quan Da next to him said: "Pick a little more, Hoai Nguyet, later can I bring some home to eat for dinner? Your beans are so delicious." More importantly, Co Quan Dao had so much fun playing with Dau Dau. She hoped they could play together a little longer. Although his brother's expression remained calm as always, Co Quan Da could still see the light from the bottom of his eyes. Co Quan Dao looked at his sister with a reproachful look, why did he compose his own performance in someone else's house like that? Hoai Nguyet likes Co Quan Da's generous personality, very similar to Dang Duyen Duyen. She smiled and said: "If Mr. Co is not afraid of hard work, then he can just pick them all, and by next week the beans will be old." It's over, it doesn't taste good anymore." This is the first time Co Quan Dao picked beans. He didn't know that a bean plant could produce so many pods, each cluster from the base to the top looked very pleasing to the eye. Co Quan Dao wanted to cut the bean cluster off the stem, but no matter what he did, he couldn't break the bean stem. Dau Dau stood next to him and very responsibly directed him: "Uncle Co, you can't cut it like that, just tear it down below." He tried a little, and sure enough, he plucked a bunch without any difficulty. He immediately asked: "Dau Dau is really good. Who taught you?" "My mother. She also told me to squeeze the bean a bit when picking it. If it feels soft, don't pick it because it's not yet grown." Dau Dau held Co Quan Dao's hand to squeeze the beans, his chubby white hand was very soft. Co Quan Dao lovingly adjusted his baseball cap forward so that Dau Dau was afraid that the fava bean branches would hurt his face. Dau Dau turned to smile at him very happily. "What does Dau Dau usually like to eat the most?" Co Quan Dao thought to himself, if we two brothers come to eat at someone's house, we should at least buy something for them so it won't be rude. Dau Dau tilted his head and thought for a long time then said: "Rice". Co Quan Dao laughed, "What else?" "Sweet and sour stir-fried ribs cooked by my mother". "What else?" "Braised eggplant with mother's cooking sauce". "What else?" "Mother's roasted melon seeds". Co Quan Dao felt helpless and asked again: "What about snacks? What kind of snacks does Dau Dau like to eat? What about chocolate?" "I don't eat chocolate, my mother likes to eat chocolate." Dau Dau said seriously, "I don't eat snacks. Mom said that children who eat snacks and don't eat rice won't be tall. Boys have to be tall to be handsome. I like to eat rice." Co Quan Dao had to say: "Dau Dau is really a good child, so what toys do you usually like?" "Playing with cars," Dau Dau said, "I have more than a hundred cars. Mom said I can open an exhibition, but I can't buy any more in the future. It's a waste." "Besides cars, what else do you like?" Co Quan Dao was almost about to be defeated by this child. Meeting a child with such an impenetrable sword and spear made him truly unsure of what to do. "I also like painting." Dau Dau said, "Uncle Co, next time I bring my painting to show you, I left it at my grandmother's house." Co Quan Dao happily asked: "Do you really like painting? What kind of painting do you like?" After asking, he laughed first. For such a small child, do we still have to ask if he likes water paintings or oil paintings? "On Friday at school, we often draw houses, flowers, the sun, and I even draw my mother standing at the door. Ly Gia Dinh said I didn't draw the same, but the teacher praised me and gave me two five-year flags. Star". "Can you also draw me a picture later? What does Dau Dau like to draw?" Dau Dau thought for a moment and then said: "Can I pick beans?" "Okay!" Co Quan Dao breathed a sigh of relief. Although the two sides were not very familiar, thanks to Dau Dau, this meal was very comfortable and fun. Dau Dau ate and talked without stopping at all. Hoai Nguyet did not stop the boy, she was even very grateful to the Co family, because there were guests in the house, Dau Dau seemed extremely happy. Co Quan Da saw that Dau Dau ate very quickly, for every spoonful of rice and another spoonful of food, he said: "I see there are children who refuse to eat anything. Mom has to hold the bowl of rice to comfort him. When he runs first, she runs very behind." It's hard. Dau Dau is really good at eating rice by himself, without dropping a single grain of rice." Hoai Nguyet looked at her son with affectionate eyes. She raised her hand to wipe the soup stains from the boy's mouth and said: "Normally our Dau Dau doesn't eat any snacks. When he's hungry, he only eats rice. When he was a baby, he fed him If you give your child a lot of food in the spoon but not enough rice, the child will definitely not eat it. He will only scream for rice and will have to add another spoonful of white rice before he will listen." Co Quan Dao remembered the conversation with Dau Dau earlier, thinking to himself that this was indeed the case. He couldn't help but smile and look at Dau Dau sitting opposite. Hoai Nguyet picked up a piece of stewed chicken into a bowl of Dau Dau and continued: "If I'm hungry at night, I always want to eat rice, unlike other babies who just need a few biscuits or bread to satisfy their hunger." There was a time when there was no cold rice left in the house, so my grandfather and grandmother were so impatient that they had to go to the neighbor's house to ask for rice. I was worried that he would eat too much and get fat. Luckily, he got it inherit the gene to eat without getting fat. Co Quan Da looked at the slender and delicate Hoai Nguyet and said: "I'm so envious, my favorite thing is to eat good food and drink good wine, but as soon as I eat it, I get fat, and when I get fat, my fat face hurts me." If you eat freely for one meal, you'll have to starve for two days. I often say that if I could change it for my brother, it would be fine, it's okay for a man to be a little fat, but he's still so skinny today You cook so well, tomorrow I have to starve to lose weight." Hoai Nguyet opened her mouth and smiled, saying: "Maybe you're used to eating out, so sometimes eating a home-cooked meal will feel strange. If you eat it every meal, you'll feel bored." Co Quan Da looked at the food on the table, stewed ground chicken, braised eggplant, mushroom tofu sauce and stir-fried fava beans, then looked at the bowl of black rice in his hand, and exclaimed: "Your husband is really lucky, just the bowl of rice." This dish already has so many spices. Peas, pickles, ham, bamboo shoots, it already looks delicious. You're even a year younger than me, so how do you know how to cook so many dishes?" . Hoai Nguyet paused for a moment and then said: "Actually, I didn't know how to cook these dishes before. After giving birth to Dau Dau, I started learning how to cook because I wanted her to eat a little better. I also paid attention to these things." During the holidays, I want my child to know a little more, to experience a little more, so his life will be happier." Co Quan Da nodded, "Hoai Nguyet, you are truly a good mother." "The hearts of mothers are all the same." Hoai Nguyet smiled shyly, her warm eyes looking at her son with affection. Co Quan Dao remembered his mother, she also used to look at him with those eyes, so beautiful, so gentle. Dau Dau finished eating very quickly. The boy jumped down from the chair, took out a pencil and drawing paper from his school bag, and brought it to the tea table, watching Co Quan Dao eat with anticipation. Co Quan Dao didn't eat much, but he was hesitant to let go of his chopsticks first. As soon as he saw Dau Dau's appearance, he immediately understood what he meant. He waved to Dau Dau and said, "Come on, let me draw a picture for you." Co Quan Da was startled and looked at his brother. Co Quan Dao pretended not to see and said to Hoai Nguyet: "Today is really adventurous, I can't think of anything to give Dau Dau, I'll draw you a picture." So". Hoai Nguyet nodded and said: "Dau Dau really likes painting. Grandma's walls are full of my works. Fortunately, I haven't drawn them everywhere yet." She didn't pay attention to the fact that Co Quan Dao said he would draw pictures for Dau Dau, because she herself often drew pictures with Dau Dau. Co Quan Dao carefully placed the drawing paper on his knee, and with just a few strokes of the pen, he completed a black and white picture. Dau Dau next to him gasped, Hoai Nguyet walked over to look, this painting was "Dau Dau Picking Beans", although there were only a few pen strokes, Dau Dau's appearance stood out on the paper, his charisma was so vivid that it made People feel more similar than the photos. Hoai Nguyet couldn't help but exclaim: "It turns out Mr. Co is such a good painter!" Co Quan Dao smiled faintly and said: "Let Dau Dau play. Do you like it?" Dau Dau nodded and said: "I like it, Uncle Co, you draw as beautifully as my teacher Ngo." Hearing that, Co Quan Da immediately choked on a mouthful of soup, and after a while, he was able to say: "Dau Dau, you really know how to compliment others. Uncle Co will definitely be very happy today!" Co Quan Dao didn't pay attention to his sister's teasing. He smiled and looked at Dau Dau, "Next time, can you teach me how to draw?" Dau Dau nodded again, making the three adults couldn't help but laugh. When he got home, Co Quan Da couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Master Quan Dao, who is famous in the art world, is praised for drawing as beautifully as a kindergarten teacher. Brother, perhaps this is a terrifying comment to people." best you've ever received, right?". It seems that not only Dau Dau but even that mother did not know Co Quan Dao's great name. Seeing the two words Quan Dao brother written on the picture out of habit, she was not moved at all. It's interesting