Zhao Ji Breakfast Shop is not only the store of Zhao Yan’s family, but also the place where his family lives.

At noon, breakfast shops are naturally closed.

Zhao Yan leaned his bicycle against the lamppost on the roadside, then staggered into the house with his head down. His loose shirt and a depressed look looked like a defeated soldier.

"A Yan is back! Dad, mom, aunt! It's time to have dinner!"

As soon as Zhao Yan entered the room, he heard the happy voice of his elder sister Zhao Ru. Aunt Zhao Yan looked up and saw that it wasn’t it! Auntie was sitting next to the dining table surrounded by three breakfast tables, holding a cup of tea in her hand and looking at him with a smile.

"Hello aunt!"

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment and shouted.

Zhao Yan's aunt is naturally his mother's sister. She doesn't study much like his mother, but she married well. Although she is a concubine, her husband is the deputy director of the Provincial Forestry Bureau, so it is certain that she has no worries about food and clothing.

(Although it is the 21st century now, the Ming Dynasty was still polygamous. It is normal for people with power and wealthy to take a few concubines.)

As for women! Since ancient times, it has been better to marry than to do well. Although Aunt Zhao Yan is a concubine, a wife is noble because of her husband. She has lived a leisurely and wealthy life for most of her life, which is the best life among all the relatives of Zhao Yan’s family.

It is also because she is a concubine, and her husband doesn’t have much time to spend with her, so she has plenty of free time every year to visit her relatives’ houses. She brings some gifts and gives the children some red envelopes. In this way, every time she goes to her family, she is warmly welcomed, serving her delicious food and drinks, and even delivers some local specialties before leaving.

The topic is far from over and back to the topic!

Zhao Yan greeted him, and his aunt Wu Yimei smiled and said, "A Yan has grown taller again! He is almost 1.8 meters taller than your parents. I have been wondering who A Yan is with him? Dongrong! Is your ancestor as tall as A Yan?"

Zhao Dongrong is the name of Zhao Yan’s father.

Zhao Yan’s aunt Wu Yimei is used to calling him Dongrong.

Zhao Yan's father was sitting next to him. Hearing Yan glanced at his son with his eyes and curled his lips: "Who knows how this little bastard grows! He has grown up over the past few years! His mother has to change his clothes twice a year. Every time the clothes he bought for him have not passed for a season, and the clothes are smaller again!"

Wu Yiping, Zhao Yan's mother, was serving food with Zhao Yan's elder sister and younger sister. When she heard this, she gave her husband annoyed and said, "How do you talk? Like you? Like you, three inches? Isn't it good for A Yan to grow taller?"

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The atmosphere at home was as usual, and my parents always quarreled, and my elder sister smiled and picked up food for my aunt, younger sister and Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan's father Zhao Dongrong always disliked Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan's mother couldn't stand his fault with picking Zhao Yan. Every time Zhao Dongrong said something bad about Zhao Yan, Zhao Yan's mother would open fire on him, and Zhao Yan didn't need to resist at all.

Wu Yiping's doting on Zhao Yan is unconcealed.

After eating a few bites of lunch, Aunt Zhao Yan turned around and took out a few pieces of paper from his bag and handed it to Zhao Yan: "Oh, by the way! A Yan! Take a look at these admissions brochures! Last time your mother called me and said that you were going to take the college entrance examination. With your grades, there is definitely no hope for university! Your mother told Aunt on the phone to help you pay attention to whether there is a suitable technical school for you to study. Isn't this! My aunt mainly gave you this time to come back! These admissions brochures are the best technical schools in the provincial capital! When you finish your studies, you can still earn two or three thousand yuan a month!"

Zhao Yan had just received a few admissions brochures, and when he heard his aunt's introduction, he suddenly became disheartened.

Go to a technical school?

Two or three thousand yuan a month after graduation?

Zhao Yan thought of seeing the black panther phantom on Xiao Mengyue at the school gate just after school, and thought that the car was worth at least 30 million yuan, and looking at the admission brochures in his hand, he felt very uncomfortable.

The college entrance examination is a watershed in life!

He used to hear the head teacher say this in class, and Zhao Yan was dissatisfied with this sentence before, and never heard it in his heart, and he went in his left ear and out of his right ear.

It was not until this moment that he truly realized the true meaning of this sentence.

Watershed? Is this going to divide water?

Xiao Mengyue can go to the top universities, but Zhao Yan can only go to a technical school? Learn to drive? Beautician hairdressing? Or something messy?

"A Yan! Take a look!"

My mother Wu Yiping looked at Zhao Yan with some concern and persuaded her carefully. In fact, everyone on the table noticed Zhao Yan's abnormal expression at this time.

No one knows a son better than a mother!

Wu Yiping knows best how high her baby son is. Except for her poor grades in school, she never admits defeat in everything else.

Even girls, whom she thinks are very beautiful, always disdain Zhao Yan whenever she asks Zhao Yan if a certain girl is beautiful. He is only interested in the most beautiful girls.

"A Yan! Take a look!"

Zhao Yan's elder sister Zhao Ru also began to whisper.

The little sister Zhao Yuxiang curled her lips. Her position towards this brother who likes to bully her has always been the same as her father, but she didn't dare to speak up and stimulate Zhao Yan at this time. She didn't dare to mess with Zhao Yan when she was in a bad mood.

Zhao Dongrong took a sip of wine and habitually made Zhao Yan: "I regret it? I asked you to study hard, but if you don't read it, you will know what kind of boxing you practice when reading novels. People go to school to study, but you will know how to fight with others! Do you regret it now? It's too late! Or go to technical school! Or go to learn chef with my friends! You can do it yourself! It's all right!"

Wu Yiping: "You say less! Even wine can't block your broken mouth!"

Zhao Yan's aunt Wu Yimei glanced at Zhao Yan's father, and then said to Zhao Yan: "A Yan! Don't be so arrogant! People! You have to accept your fate! Your parents' conditions are just like this, and you are not a good student! It's not okay to not accept your fate! There are only three ways in front of you now! One is to listen to your aunt and go to a technical school! The other is to listen to your father and go to a chef! The last way, I heard that you are very good at fighting, but you can join the army! But you don't have a fight these days, and you can't make it through the army for your whole life! Think about it carefully! It's better to go to a technical school, at least you can support yourself in the future, what do you think?"

The more Zhao Yan heard it, the more he felt more upset. It was either because he felt that what his father and aunt were saying was wrong, or because he felt that they were right, he felt even more bored.

"I'm full! Auntie, mom! You guys eat it!"

Zhao Yan, who was in a very upset mood, pushed away the rice bowl that had just eaten a few bites, suddenly stood up and strode upstairs. He also put the admission brochures on the dining table.

The rest of the family, please look at me, I look at you.

"well!"

Wu Yiping sighed with a sad expression. Zhao Yan's elder sister Zhao Ru also lost her appetite for eating. Zhao Yan's aunt Wu Yimei curled her lips and shook her head and said, "A Yan's child is still too young! He will know what fate is in the future! No matter how high his ambition is, his life is not good, what's the use?"

This time, Zhao Yan's father did not belittle his son anymore. He also looked a little annoyed and held the wine glass and stuffed it into his mouth, frowned.
Chapter completed!