CHAPTER 1164: CHAPTER 1165: THE SISTER OF THE LOVE-STRUCK BROTHER 7

Honestly, Zhang Yu is really curious about how Zhang Hao’s brain is wired.

Even if it’s a multiple-choice question with one out of four options, and even if you’re unlucky, picking randomly shouldn’t land you with a single-digit score.

Looking at Zhang Hao, who is proudly staring at the elevator ceiling, Zhang Yu thought: He’s tall, athletic, and liked by the girls.

If he’s also smart, wouldn’t that make him a target for the heavens’ jealousy? Can such a person exist in reality?

Don’t be fooled, Zhang Hao is actually sneaking glances at Zhang Yu, trying to gauge her facial expressions.

He feels that given such a great opportunity, this brat will surely tattle. Just as he thought of speaking up.

"Your score and acquired knowledge are your business." The original character would keep an eye on Zhang Hao’s grades.

Zhang Yu certainly won’t focus on his grades, and she’s even less likely to tell Zhang Dong and his wife.

Especially Liang Yan, who constantly praised Zhang Hao as hardworking and diligent, always hoping this son would make a stunning success.

Who would have thought that after the midterm results come out, Liang Yan would have such a big surprise, finding out Zhang Dong had always been the studious one.

"I just feel you were unlucky, guessing on multiple-choice and only getting single digits," Zhang Yu couldn’t help but laugh.

Zhang Hao originally thought Zhang Yu would call him dumb, accuse him of not studying hard, but she only said he was unlucky.

Zhang Hao was genuinely surprised, "You’re not advising me to study harder?"

"Why advise you? Your life, you know best how to handle it." Especially concerning how you treated the original character.

Which proves one thing: some people truly aren’t worth the effort.

Opening the door, Zhang Yu energetically greeted Zhang Dong and the others, then set her backpack down and prepared to make dinner.

Zhang Yu’s small cubicle is usually partitioned with a curtain, Zhang Hao never cared to look inside, thinking that no matter how it’s arranged, it’s still small.

Seizing the opportunity as Zhang Yu enters, Zhang Hao quickly glances inside, realizing the space is indeed cramped.

It’s small, housing a bed, study desk, and wardrobe, making it feel overwhelmingly crowded.

What surprised him was that despite its size, the room isn’t as messy as he expected, and is rather tidy.

However, Zhang Hao found it odd that there suddenly seemed to be an extra cabinet.

"You bought a cabinet?" Zhang Hao asked, puzzled, recalling it wasn’t there previously.

Zhang Yu affirmed, "Yes, there’s no space to store the extra papers."

"One day I saw someone throwing out a bookshelf in the community. I checked, thought the size would fit, so I took it home."

Though it clashed with the small room, when it’s free, there’s not much else to demand.

Zhang Hao murmured an "Oh," noticing the exams piled on top, "Do you really have to do so many papers?"

Zhang Yu responded, "Every day there’s a ton of papers."

Even knowing Zhang Dong and the others wouldn’t come in without reason, the absence of a door always made Zhang Yu uneasy.

With this bookshelf, she could store used workbooks and papers, and also block their gazes.

Zhang Hao thought the arrangement was flawed, "Couldn’t you put it near the wardrobe? Do you have to squeeze by here to get in?" Finally, he realized the problem.

Zhang Yu arranged it deliberately, "I just slide my chair over; I don’t even need to get up."

"It’s convenient." Whatever the reason, that’s what she’d always say.

Alas, the explanation seemed fair enough, Zhang Hao found it kind of logical, "It does save a lot of effort."

After Zhang Yu entered her room, she habitually glanced around, her marked places still intact, implying no one had intruded.

She opened the window to ventilate, changed into some home clothes, and prepared dinner.

Upon entering the living room, she discovered Liang Yan had prepared the meal, which made Zhang Yu really uneasy. Could it be this woman harbors growing resentment towards her and plans something?

Possibly yes, Zhang Yu noticed several times Liang Yan casting disapproving looks her way.

Zhang Hao had grown weary of takeout after days of eating it, three times a day, feeling his body couldn’t handle it anymore.

He casually mentioned to Zhang Dong, hoping for home-cooked meals.

Though uncertain if Zhang Dong would relay this to Zhang Yu, asking her to cook.

Unexpectedly, tonight’s dinner was home-cooked, but the chef being Liang Yan reminded him of a strange meal from a few days ago.

Peeking at the dishes on the table, the food didn’t seem particularly appetizing.

He sent a pleading look at Zhang Dong, doubting his father’s ability to convey the message properly.

"Eat up, I’ve tasted it, the flavor is decent," Zhang Dong was the first to reach for the chopsticks.

Zhang Yu saw Zhang Dong eating too, so figured it should be safe, or else they definitely wouldn’t dare to eat.

The meal was finished smoothly, though quite a bit of food was left over, "Mom, not bad, really an improvement, better than last time." Zhang Hao, anxious for some time, finally finished the meal,

Zhang Hao thought: Praise the taste of your cooking? Forget it next time, better stick to take-out, or let Zhang Yu cook.

Previously, Liang Yan would be happy hearing her son’s compliments, but now, those words didn’t bring joy.

She could foresee Zhang Dong getting overly excited, perhaps encouraging her to continue.

Sure enough, Zhang Dong seemed pleased, "Don’t worry, your mom will cook more often from now on."

"Eating takeout frequently isn’t great." Zhang Dong elaborated on the health harms of takeout.

Zhang Hao didn’t want to listen to these arguments, what’s the point of hearing them?

He’s just a kid who wants a decent meal—is that unreasonable? Certainly not, yet this simple request couldn’t be fulfilled.

So be it, if they all pretend to be oblivious, he would just make his intentions clear.

"Zhang Yu, can you cook?" Zhang Hao attempting to save himself.

"No, I get home late every day, plus I want to rest early; the sound insulation on my side is bad."

"Besides, haven’t you always said my cooking isn’t tasty?" Zhang Yu looked skeptically at Zhang Hao.

"You claimed mom’s cooking is better, and now she’s already cooked. Why ask me?"

"I won’t bother; mom’s cooking is delicious." Zhang Yu resolutely refused, making it clear that cooking was out of the question.

Seeing Zhang Yu not budging, Zhang Hao was annoyed. Hmph, he wouldn’t believe Zhang Yu could hold out for long.

"Alright, mom will keep cooking." Zhang Hao got up and headed to his room, "I’m going back to do some homework."

Once Zhang Hao left, Zhang Yu promptly followed suit, "Dad, Mom, I’m going back to do my homework."

Liang Yan knew neither of them would clean up, so she looked at Zhang Dong, who had promised to help.

Unexpectedly, it was already time for him to step up, reluctantly agreeing, "I’ll do the dishes."