TRANSMIGRATED TO THE 80S TO BECOME STEPMOTHERS FOR FIVE HIGHER-UPS

TRANSMIGRATED TO THE 80S TO BECOME STEPMOTHERS FOR FIVE HIGHER-UPS
Chapter 202: The Ordinary Project of Five Children



No one has the habit of eating three meals a day in the village. Everyone is busy with work and does not have the means to do it. It is even more impossible for many children to have breakfast. Every day, they will probably go to school even without washing their face or removing their eye boogers. Only Mu Jingzhe was used to breakfast. In addition, to ensure the nutrition of children, he seeks to prepare breakfast for them every day.


There are various grains, vegetables, and fruits in it. The menu varies from day to day, but is always delicious.


As the children ate their breakfast, they became even more determined to leave with Mu Jingzhe.


Shao Qihai had not had breakfast since he was young. He was only getting used to it after leaving the village. However, since it was difficult for him to make it himself, he no longer had breakfast upon his return.


After eating a bowl of warm porridge, he looked at the children, who were eating happily, and sighed with emotion.


No wonder kids look taller and taller. It was all because of Mu Jingzhe.


“I'm full. Let's go after eating our banana.”


Shao Nan nodded and looked at Mu Jingzhe. "Alright, Mom, you've worked hard."


After saying that, he looked into Mu Jingzhe's hands and sighed. “Hand of a gentle girl. Mom's hands are crushed by cooking and washing dishes every day. We had to go to school and couldn't help. Sighs…"


Mu Jingzhe glanced at his hands in confusion. Did his hands get any rougher? Didn't he take good care of them? He remembered that his hands were rougher when he first moved. He had gone to great lengths to take care of his hands, and the texture of his skin had improved greatly.


Just as Mu Jingzhe was about to ask, Shao Qihai said, “I'll do the dishes. Let me do it. I'll do the dishes from now.”


She could not let Mu Jingzhe continue to have difficulties, nor could she let the children wash the dishes anymore.


When Mu Jingzhe saw that Shao Qihai had agreed to wash the dishes, he raised his eyebrows towards Shao Nan and stopped talking.


Shao Nan did not look towards Mu Jingzhe but she sighed again. “Bu, you can't wash our blankets and clothes. You are usually very busy. Don't concern yourself with chores in the little break time you have. We'll wash it ourselves when we get back. ”


“I'll wash it. Coincidentally, I am also free. Let me wash it,” Shao Qihai immediately added wisely.


"Thank you." Shao Nan smiled at Shao Qihai.


"It wasn't hard. That's what I have to do.”


Mu Jingzhe looked at Shao Nan, the little fox, and then at Shao Qihai's expression before turning around with a stifled laugh.


The children were angry, so he would let them vent their anger. Besides, they're right. Shao Qihai had to take action. As their father, this was what he had to do.


Even if the children did not say anything, he would say it. Now, he doesn't have to.


Mu Jingzhe brought the children to school. When Shao Qihai saw that it was finally quiet and that only the two of them were there, he would hasten to wash the dishes and say a few words. However, before the dishes were finished, the young ladies working for Mu Jingzhe came over.


As soon as they arrived, they peered and took a closer look at Shao Qihai. They even specifically looked at Shao Qihai's shadow to make sure that he was truly human.


Shao Qihai, who had been dead for a year, had returned and made big news in the Great Eastern Village. Last night, almost every household gossiped about him and the way Zhao Lan and Eldest Brother Shao humiliated themselves.


Under the gazes of these young women, Shao Qihai, who was carrying a basket of blankets, sheets, and clothes, ran away after saying that he was going to wash clothes.


The clothes of the five children, along with bed linen and blankets, filled a large basket. Instantly, everyone had a new topic of discussion.


“Jingzhe, I didn't expect him to know how to wash clothes. He's not bad, yeah. My husband has never washed clothes before. He even said that washing clothes and cooking is not something a man should do.”


Some people were curious about Mu Jingzhe's future plans. "Jingzhe, do you have any ideas?"


Although Shao Qihai's appearance was not inferior to Ji Buwang's, the two of them were not the same type of man. Moreover, Shao Qihai was from the village, and the villagers had seen him grow up. Besides, he is the father of five children. They feel Ji Buwang is better.


They were all concerned about Mu Jingzhe.


Mu Jingzhe shook his head. "I'll wait and see."


A young lady who was quick with her words panicked when she heard that. “What can be seen? Ever since Shao Qihai came back, there has been someone taking care of the children now. If it was me, I would pack it up and marry Uncle Ji.”


Since he was Tang Moling's uncle, everyone in the village called Ji Buwang 'Uncle Ji'.


Mu Jingzhe laughed. Others criticize him too. "I thought you wanted to get married, right?"


As they joked, Mu Jingzhe looked at the door and scratched his face. Ji Buwang. Should he tell her about Shao Qihai's return?


Everyone looked at Mu Jingzhe's expression and stopped joking. “Let Jingzhe consider it carefully. Now that Shao Qihai is back, Jingzhe is no longer a widow.”


"That's fine. We can't say those words anymore. If kids hear us, they won't be happy.”


When mentioning the children, everyone finally calmed down and started working.


The children mentioned above are already starting a new day of school. Before arriving at school, they meet villagers and classmates along the way, and they all worry about them.


When they arrive at school, both teachers and their classmates look at them with attention and complicated expressions.


While everyone was feeling worried, Shao Dong and his brothers secretly began carrying out the plan they had discussed last night. The first step is to pretend that they are not paying attention in class.


Yes, they will pretend, although they will still sharpen their ears to listen to whatever the teacher says in class and will not give up on learning and absorbing knowledge. Anyway, this is necessary. However, they will look like different children on the surface. They no longer actively answer teacher questions or stare at the teacher, nor do they sit upright in class as they normally would.


No matter how one looked at it, they did not look like they were listening attentively. Seeing that they were not in good shape, the teacher asked them to answer the question. They purposely said that they did not know the answer.


They just wanted to act like mischievous students, and their teachers and classmates were all shocked.


Any questions they can't answer? Is the sun rising from the west now?


The teacher couldn't help but glance out the window. After confirming that the sun was rising from the east, he asked them if they were feeling unwell or were in a bad mood.


After two periods, the teacher who taught the five children realized something was wrong. In the end, during the inter-school practice, even the headmaster came down to ask their situation and said that he wanted to ask Mu Jingzhe about it.


The five children were silent.


Why is it so hard to be a normal kid? They told their teacher not to look for Mu Jingzhe and asked them to look for Shao Qihai if there were any problems in the future.


Of course, they would have to look for Shao Qihai if there was a troublesome matter. How could they let their mother worry?


Half a day had passed, and by the time they returned for lunch, they had not managed to become bad students. They are only treated with care.


When they returned home and saw the courtyard drying clothes, they knew that Shao Qihai had washed it. The five children finally cheered a little.


During the meal, Little Bei, who usually ate in the most cultured and clean manner, looked at Shao Qihai. His eyes looked around, and for some reason, as he drank his soup, he let out a shout and poured the entire bowl into his clothes.