Reborn and returned to kindergarten as the boss

Chapter 4

Saying goodbye to Teacher Ding again, Tang Na bounced back to his grandmother.

Grandma was held by him again, but she didn't take the initiative to ask him what he did, but just made sure: "Did Nana finish the job?"

Tang Na was in a good mood, raised his head and smiled, "It's done!"

"Then shall we go home?"

"it is good!"

Today's Tang Na is completely different from yesterday's clingy little crying bag.

Today's Tang Na is energetic and cute. After arriving home with his grandma, although he is still clinging to his grandma, he doesn't have to be hugged like yesterday.

On the contrary, today's Donna is very active and wants to help grandma do a lot of things.

"Grandma, I can sweep the floor for you!"

"Nana is not as tall as a broom!"

"Grandma, I can wash the vegetables for you!"

"No need, Nana go play by herself!"

"But, can't I play with my mother-in-law?"

When the child raised his head to look at people, the upper eye line was round, wronged and pitiful.

Grandma had nothing to do with Tang Na, but when he saw it like this, she surrendered on the spot, "Can Nana accompany and talk with Grandma?"

Tang Na jumped up again, "Good!"

In the kitchen in the flat building, the lighting is not bright, and the house is not tiled or painted, and the gray cement color of the original rough house is still maintained.

Dried seasoning ingredients such as garlic and chili are hung on the nails on the wall, and the huge stove is taller than two Donners stacked together.

Everything here is consistent with the scene in memory.

Even the image of grandma sitting hunched behind the bellows, adding firewood and pulling the handle overlaps with the figure in memory.

Tang Na, who was sitting next to his grandma with a ponytail, suddenly felt complicated in his heart when he saw his grandma's rather muscular figure.

During high school, although he was still in the town, it was inconvenient for the school to travel far from home, so he lived in a dormitory.

During the summer vacation, he also worked odd jobs, saved a lot of money, and even helped his grandmother redecorate the kitchen.

The renovated kitchen has bright lights, beautiful tiles, ample storage cabinets...

Grandma was very happy at the time, and she even showed off this amazing grandson to the neighbors in the town.

Donna is indeed a grandson who strives for success.

But in order to win, he did miss a lot of time with his grandmother since high school.

So one day, when he came back to his grandmother, she couldn't recognize him anymore.

Grandma has Alzheimer's disease and can't remember people and things clearly.

Every time he went back to his hometown, Donna took the trouble to introduce himself to his grandmother over and over again.

After getting along for a few days, grandma can barely remember him.

But the next time I come back, grandma won't remember him again.

How heartbreaking is it to be forgotten by someone you love?

Donna knew this feeling.

Because he has experienced it countless times.

At this time, the grandma in front of him was healthy and energetic, and Tang Na was happy from the bottom of his heart, but he was also a little scared.

"Mother-in-law?"

"Eh……"

Grandma pulled the bellows, busy with her hands, and did not forget to answer the call of the child.

But Donner didn't really have anything to say, he just wanted to be called grandma.

"Mother-in-law..."

"Eh!"

"Mother-in-law!"

"Eh!"

"Mother-in-law."

"Eh!"

Donna suddenly smirked.

That's great, no matter how many times he calls it, no matter how many times he confirms it...

Grandma will respond to him, and grandma will still remember him.

Tang Na thought to himself that in this life, he must spend more time with his grandmother.

Disease may be uncontrollable, but time together is controllable.

After staying in the kitchen for a long time, the white dumpling was also smoky.

Grandma was afraid that Tang Na would be choked by the fireworks, so she coaxed him to help her look at the small shop on the pretext that the little red flower would be dirty.

It's not that Tang Na can't see through grandma's tricks, but looking at small shops can also help grandma, so he is willing to help.

So, with the glorious little red flower on his chest, Tang Na ran to the small shop next to the flat building.

This is a small shop run by my grandmother, selling toys, snacks and daily necessities.

Because of the convenient location and the fact that my grandmother is always friendly, the surrounding neighbors are very happy to patronize my grandmother's business.

When he was young, Downer was so proud of having a small shop in his family that he still showed it off to his classmates when he was in elementary school.

Grandma knows that he likes the arrogance of mastering "a lot of resources", and sometimes the products in the store are arranged according to the wishes of the children.

So in this small store that is less than ten square meters, Tang Na is very clear about the size of the products and the color matching.

Standing behind the cigarette cabinet and guarding the cash register, Tang Na moved a long-legged stool, climbed up and sat on the top.

It's like a little mythical beast placed on the top of the stele to guard all directions.

Prestige and cute.

Not all people in small towns are good.

Occasionally, there will be bad people who come to grandma's shop.

For example, this little gangster with dyed yellow hair came in with a cigarette in his mouth.

This person looks like a fool, and he has been wearing a vest, shorts and slippers since early summer.

Obviously, he entered a small shop with only young and old at home and did not put out the cigarettes, and the gangster even spat viciously by the door.

Donner was impressed with the man.

Because this person has a big moral problem.

Grandma is old, has poor eyesight, and is not wary of people, so she has received several counterfeit banknotes from this person.

Because it was discovered after counting the banknotes, I didn't catch them on the spot, and the other party didn't use counterfeit banknotes every time he came, so grandma couldn't do anything about him.

Seeing this gangster come in at this time, Tang Na immediately entered a state of alert.

And when the gangster saw that there was only a little kid in the store who couldn't read a word, he suddenly became interested.

Looking at the man's expression, Tang Na knew that there was nothing wrong with holding back.

The man also ignored the child's staring eyes, strolled leisurely in the store, took a few cans of beer, and put them on the counter.

"Child," the gangster took down his cigarette and sprayed it on Tang Na's face, "how much will it count?"

Tang Na was choked up and coughed, and he gave this man a blank look.

Seeing that the child was unconvinced, and the gangster was even worse, he reached out to pick the little red flower on his chest, "Is it still a good baby? Does it count?"

Donna hid the man's fingers, protected the little red flower behind his hand, glanced at the counter, and said casually, "A total of 46.8 yuan."

The gangster was startled, looked down at the counter, and counted with his fingers, only to realize that he had taken 6 cans.

And the kid saw the number clearly with a glance.

The gangster went back to the shelf and saw that the price tag was 7.8 yuan. He counted with his fingers for a long time, but he didn't understand how the number popped up so quickly.

Seeing that this bastard's IQ is not enough, Tang Na kindly reminded: "8x6-0.2x6."

The gangster raised his eyes and looked over, his expression was astonished, with words written all over his face:

Does this kid have something?

Perhaps his authority as an adult had been challenged. The gangster returned to the counter and looked at Tang Na with a displeased expression.

But he still took out the change in his pocket and prepared to pay the bill.

The gangster slapped a dollar on the table and said calmly, "Children, pack and change."

Tang Na frowned in disgust, staring at the one-dollar bill, "You don't have enough?"

Hearing this, the gangster picked up the one yuan, put it in front of Tang Na, pointed to the value on the banknote, and read to the child: "This is one."

He moved his finger to the "circle" again, "This is a hundred."

Good guy, one yuan is one hundred?

Do you think my child is really a child?

The gangster took the money back to the counter and urged shamelessly, "Hurry up and change the money."

Tang Na's face was expressionless, his eyeballs moved, and he gave him a leering look.

Then, the kid picked up the phone receiver on the counter that was bigger than his head...

The fingers pressed the number with unusual proficiency:

1, 1, 0!