She received the notice and didn't waste a moment, running back home under the scorching sun, wanting to tell her parents the news as soon as possible.
When she opened the door, her father was in the kitchen wearing an apron and cooking.
Smelling the familiar fragrance, Chen Jia couldn't wait to change her shoes and ran over to grab the table, bringing her nose close. "Dad, did you buy the sauce elbow from Xu Ji today?"
There are a lot of people at Xu Ji, and you have to wait in line for several hours. The last time she ate there was two years ago.
Dad specially bought this today. Could it be that he already knew in advance that she passed the re-examination?
Chen Jia happily picked up the chopsticks and poked a piece of meat. Dad came out with a soup bowl and quickly stopped her: "Jia Jia, don't move, this is specially bought for your little brother. He's coming to our house for dinner later."
The little brother mentioned by Dad is Chen Jia's uncle's son, Chen Chi.
Chen Chi is 2 years younger than Chen Jia, and because he is the only child in the old Chen family, he has always been arrogant and looks down on Chen Jia, his cousin. Chen Jia also doesn't feel close to him at all.
However, their father is particularly fond of this nephew, treating him as if he were the apple of his eye.
At the dinner table, Chen Chi was as usual eating voraciously, the thirteen-year-old chubby boy wielding his chopsticks to mix up all the food. His father stood by, happily serving him dishes, his face almost overflowing with joy.
Chen Jia, not having eaten a bite of the pork elbow, pushed aside half a bowl of rice with a sullen face and got up to grab his school bag.
Squatting at the entrance to change shoes, Dad walked over with a smile on his face, "Jia Jia, are you going to the third floor?" Chen Jia stood up, thinking of the competition notice that had been in his pocket all along. Just as his hand reached in, he heard Dad say, "Jia Jia, your mom is not here now. There's something Dad wants to discuss with you alone."
Chen Jia retracted her fingers and looked up at her father.
"Your younger brother wants to come to our house for the summer vacation. As his older sister, can you show some generosity and take the initiative to give up your room?"
On the third floor, Fang Yu and Jiang Mo are playing StarCraft in the bedroom, while Grandpa Jiang is lying on the big table in the living room writing banners for people. When he sees Chen Jia come in, he smiles and says, "Jia Jia is here, help yourself to the ice cream in the fridge."
"Thank you, Grandpa."
Chen Jia took the box and Häagen-Dazs vanilla cup into the room, sat down on the floor, and hugged her knees, lost in thought.
Fang Yu turned around and saw Chen Jia looking dejected, not even eating the ice cream. He casually asked, "Did your mom scold you again, Chen Jia?"
Chen Jia hung his head without saying a word.
Jiang Mo felt something was wrong, so he put down the handle and came over to lift Chen Jia's face.
"What happened?" Jiang Mo asked with concern.
"Chen Chi came to my house."
Chen Jia felt so wronged that her eyes turned red, "He's going to spend the summer vacation at my house. My dad asked me to clear out my room for him and live in the storage room."
"What did you say? Your dad asked you to live in the storage room?"
Fang Yu immediately became popular.
Chen Jia's storage room has water seeping through the outer wall, large patches of mold on the white walls, and no windows for ventilation. It's totally unsuitable for living.
"Dad said I'm too old to sleep on the floor in the Adult bedroom."
"Then let Chen Chi sleep in that room."
"I can't do it. My dad definitely won't agree."
"If he doesn't agree, you won't argue?"
Fang Yu saw her looking like a victim and couldn't help but feel angry: "Chen Jia, aren't you usually tough? Why are you backing down in front of Chen Chi?"
Chen Jia felt like crying. Fang Yu didn't understand her family situation at all.
Mom already hates Uncle's family. If she doesn't take the initiative to clear the room, with Mom's temper, she will definitely have a big fight with Dad again. She's really afraid of seeing them fight again.
"I want to stay at Aunt's house," Chen Jia said, expressing her plan. "But my mom said my sister-in-law just got pregnant with a baby, and I'm afraid it might be inconvenient for them."
"You can move in with me," Jiang Mo suddenly spoke up.
Chen Jia was stunned, Fang Yu frowned at Jiang Mo, and Jiang Mo slowly said, "My grandfather is going to Guangzhou next week, and there will be a spare bedroom available."
Chen Jia shook her head, "You are going to attend the Math Olympiad training, I will be afraid to stay alone at night."
"This year's training camp doesn't include accommodation, so I went home in the afternoon."
"But my mom..."
Chen Jia's mom has a strong personality and is not willing to trouble others easily. When her daughter wanted to stay at the neighbor's house, Chen Jia thought she definitely wouldn't agree.
Jiang Mo thought for a moment and said, "Auntie will agree, I will take care of this."
Because Chen Chi was coming, Chen Jia's parents had another argument that night.
Chen Jia closed the door, feeling annoyed, and pressed a pillow against her ears as her mother's angry shouts echoed from the living room above.
"Chen Qiming, you usually turn a blind eye when it comes to money, and now you want to bring someone in. Do you know the responsibility of having more children? Chun-Li Zhang wants to go to Hainan for a vacation and doesn't have time to cook. I, Zhu An'an, am so cheap that I have to rush to take care of her children?"
"Chen Chi is my own nephew. Even if you don't care, as his uncle, I will take care of him." Dad was promoted to chief engineer last year, and his salary has increased significantly. He's become more assertive in his speech than before.
"It's your responsibility to take care of it, but you can't ask Jia Jia to vacate the room. Chen Qiming, take a look at how the water has leaked into the storage room. It's not even the rainy season yet. Is Jia Jia really your biological..."
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