Principal Chen’s Home (2)

Chen Meng'er raised her head and looked at her father's nervous expression. She couldn't help but feel curious about Principal Chen. What kind of person could make his father, an adult, so nervous? 

Just as Chen Meng'er was guessing, the courtyard door opened. "Eh, Little Ping, it's you. Why are you here?" The person who opened the door was obviously surprised to see Chen Ping. 

"Uncle Chen." Chen Ping called out to the person. 

When Chen Meng'er heard her father address the person, she knew... the old man in a Chinese tunic suit that was a little faded from washing was Principal Chen whom they were going to visit today. "Hello, Grandpa Chen." Chen Meng'er also called out to the person. 

When Chen Meng'er called out to him, her small eyes never left Principal Chen. She was looking for the reason why her father, Chen Ping, was so afraid and reserved about Principal Chen. However, Chen Meng'er was disappointed. It was obvious that Principal Chen was not a very fierce person, especially when he saw her. He was obviously a kind and amiable old man. 

"Oh, so obedient. Little Ping, is this your little daughter?" Principal Chen clearly liked this sweet-mouthed Chen Meng'er. He reached out and touched Chen Meng'er's hair as he said to Chen Ping. 

"Yes, Uncle Chen. This is my little daughter, Chen Meng'er." Chen Ping revealed an extremely stiff smile to Principal Chen. 

Principal Chen saw the expression on Chen Ping's face and unkindly took Chen Meng'er's little hand from Chen Ping's hand, he said, "Little Ping, I don't remember when I lectured you or hit you. Why do you have this expression every time you see me?" 

Following Principal Chen's words, Chen Meng'er raised her head to look at her father's face. When she saw the smile on her father's face that was even uglier than crying, she was quite puzzled. This Principal Chen didn't look fierce. He was quite amiable. Chen Meng'er thought of this and nodded her head in agreement. 

"Hey, Uncle Chen, look at what you're saying." Chen Ping looked at the way Principal Chen looked at him and then looked at the way his daughter looked at him. 

"Alright, don't be shy. Hurry up and come in and have a seat. Otherwise, your aunt will scold me if she sees it later." Principal Chen held Chen Meng'er's hand and took the lead to walk out of the small courtyard. 

Principal Chen's courtyard was bigger than Chen Meng'er's small courtyard, and the house was built better than Chen Meng'er's house. It could be seen that the life of Principal Chen's house was much better than Chen Meng'er's house. And the small courtyard was filled with flowers and grass. In the middle of the courtyard, there was a stone table and four stone stools. 

The entire layout of this small courtyard made people feel quite comfortable, but it didn't have the aura of a small rural courtyard. 

"Come. Let's have a seat. Grandpa Chen will bring you some delicious food." After Principal Chen spoke to Chen Meng'er gently... he raised his head and said to the nervous Chen Ping who was following them, "Little Ping, you sit as well. Come to Uncle Chen's house and don't be so reserved. If you're afraid here, I'll kick you out." 

"Aye, Uncle Chen, I got it." Chen Ping hurriedly replied. He knew Principal Chen's temper. He would do as he said. 

Chen Meng'er saw Principal Chen enter the house. She held her father's hand and said with a smile, "Dad. Grandpa Chen Isn't fierce at all. Why are you so afraid of Him?" 

Hearing his daughter's words, Chen Ping coughed with an unnatural expression and said, "Kid, what nonsense are you talking about? I respect him, understand?" 

Chen Ping would never tell his daughter that when he was naughty when he was young and his parents couldn't control him, they always used Principal Chen as a means to scare him. After being scared for a long time, he admitted that he had naturally developed fear for Principal Chen in his heart. 

"Oh, so that's what happened." Chen Meng'er knew that his father, Chen Ping, was not telling the truth. However, she also knew that there had to be a limit to this question. If she kept asking, her father, Chen Ping, would probably fly into a rage out of humiliation. 

Principal Chen walked out with a small bottle of soda, some candy, cookies, and the like. "Here, Little Meng'er. Grandpa doesn't have any children at home. He only has these. You'll have to make do with them." 

Principal Chen said as he stuffed the candies into Chen Meng'er's small pocket. 

"Hey, Uncle Chen, you're too polite. Just let me hold them." Chen Ping saw the things in Principal Chen's hands and hurriedly said. 

"Grandpa Chen, Meng'er just needs to take these candies. Also, you can keep them for yourself." Chen Meng'er wasn't just reborn now. She knew that the snacks in Principal Chen's hands were not available in this village. 

"Don't worry, Grandpa Chen and Grandma Chen don't like these. If I don't give them to our little Meng'er, they'll spoil." Principal Chen opened the lid of the soda with a bottle opener and placed it on the table. Then, he poured a cup of tea for Chen Ping. 

Chen Ping wanted to say something but was stopped by Principal Chen with a look. "Little Ping, why did you come to see your uncle Chen today?" Principal Chen didn't beat around the bush with Chen Ping.