Chapter 154

Zhong Qiao took his hand and said, "Dad, how could you be like this before?"

Back in Hong Kong, Mr. Zhong was full of vigor and energy, able to call the shots. Every time he went out, he was followed by his subordinates, and he was treated like a star wherever he went. I didn't expect that after only one year, Mr. Zhong also became cramped.

Looking at his parents with wrinkles at the corners of their eyes, Zhong Qiao smiled a little, but then he couldn't smile anymore.

I don’t know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing, but my parents are more open-minded now and smile more often, but I have also lost my career in Hong Kong.

"You're no worse than a child." Mother Zhong said with some distress. "Since we're out here, we can buy whatever we want and say whatever we want. Hong Kong and Suzhou aren't much different. We're all human beings with two legs and enough food to eat. What's there to be afraid of?"

"Who would laugh at you? Aren't I and my daughter here with you?"

There was bitterness in Mr. Zhong's eyes: "Yes, our family is complete, what should I be afraid of?"

What he feared was not embarrassment, but the unfamiliarity of the place. He remembered that when he first returned to Suzhou, in order to support his family, he had looked for a job and even started a small business, but because he was not a local, he was targeted, ridiculed and excluded by the locals.

When the locals pointed at his nose and scolded him in dialect for no apparent reason, Mr. Zhong felt like a child who had done something wrong.

But things are different now. There are more and more young people, and they are becoming more and more polite. The country is relatively less restrictive on small businesses, and families are also making money step by step. With money, they have the confidence to speak.

very nice.

Zhong Qiao picked up a piece of clothing beside her and gestured to him: "Mom, take Dad to try this one on. The color is really beautiful."

Even their warehouse has never seen this color.

Mother Zhong took it and her eyes lit up as well: "Hey, this is good, this is cloisonné, right?"

She had only seen it in Hong Kong. Most people in mainland China wore dull colors, and it was rare to see such a grand color.

Zhong Qiao picked up another smaller one and stroked it, "Is this cloisonné?"

The young and beautiful shop owner's eyes sparkled. "You two really know your stuff. This is indeed cloisonné. Most people can't tell. Although blue is more common, there are many different shades of blue. This blue looks great no matter what style it's made of."

After hearing what she said, Zhong Qiao had an idea: "Mom, let's buy two."

Mother Zhong was stunned for a moment and was about to say that there was no need to buy so much, but when she saw the joy that could not be hidden in Zhong Qiao's eyes, she immediately understood.

"Okay, buy it."

Zhong Qiao found two sizes, one large and one small, and specifically asked the female owner where she bought the material of this color. At first, the female owner thought she was a colleague and a hint of vigilance flashed in her eyes, but fortunately Zhong Qiao was smart and found an excuse.

"My sister is getting married, and I want to take my lover to the wedding. I want to make a dress with this material, but I'm not quite satisfied with the color. Can you tell me where you bought the material of this color? I'll go take a look later. Once I like the color, I'll have it made."

The female owner's expression softened somewhat, but there was a hint of doubt in her eyes.

After all, this statement is a bit untrue. If you really want to make clothes from her, why don't you let her bring more colors to look at, and why do you insist on going to the place where there are materials of this color.

Zhong Qiao looked at her with a silent smile, his eyes full of sincerity.

The female shop owner looked at her for a long time, and finally gave in: "There is an old tailor at No. 108 Jingrun Street. This is his family."

There was joy in Zhong Qiao's eyes: "Thank you very much, sister."

After that, Zhong Qiao selected several sets of clothes for Zhong's father and mother respectively. Before leaving, he also picked up two pieces that young people like to wear nowadays.

Although her younger brother was reckless and childish, he was very sensible. He knew that the family could not spend money lavishly like they did in Hong Kong, so he did not have many clothes, but he never complained.

This time she finally got the chance to go out, she would definitely buy him a few things.

Mrs. Zhong knew what was going on just by looking at it.

"You, even though you say you dislike him, you love your brother in your heart."

Zhong Qiao smiled and looked at what she was holding. "Mom, don't blame me. You have a sharp tongue but a soft heart, don't you? You even used your own pocket money to choose two pairs of shoes for Siqi. These shoes are the most popular among young people nowadays, and they are not cheap."

Mother Zhong curled her lips and said, "You are so clever. Don't make a fuss. I bought you two pairs of shoes for your brother and Wanwan's little shoes as well."

Zhong Qiao said, "I know you love us the most. Wanwan will definitely be the most filial to you in the future."

"Don't try that." Mother Zhong was very pleased, but she kept nagging, "I'll thank her if she can make the child less noisy at night."

The family was laughing and joking, and the atmosphere was very good. When they passed by Baihelou, the sleepy waiter at the door of the store's door brightened up: "Miss Zhong!"

He ran forward and said, "Miss Zhong, are you free to come to our building for dinner today?"

Looking back again, he saw Zhong's father and others: "Isn't Mr. Ji with you?"

Zhong Qiao smiled and said, "I just brought my family."

The waiter scratched his head and smiled, as if he felt that his words were too abrupt.

He quickly changed the subject.

"Ms. Zhong, would you like to try our new dish today? It's something our chef has just invented, so you should definitely come and show us your appreciation."

Zhong Qiao took a look at the people sitting inside. They were all either rich or noble, and were all dressed quite decently.

"Okay." Zhong Qiao now had money on hand, and she was also craving the Dongpo pork she had accidentally eaten last time, so she simply agreed, "Let's go."

The waiter led the way cheerfully in front: "Don't worry, Miss Zhong, I will definitely arrange the quietest and best seat for you."

Zhong Qiao smiled and said, "Is the previous seat still available? That's fine." She quite liked the seat by the window. When she looked down, she could see the lush branches and leaves.

The waiter apologized, "I'm sorry, Miss Zhong, it's booked in advance."

Zhong Qiao didn't make things difficult for him: "It's okay, just find us another one."

Behind her, seeing Zhong Qiao walking along the road with ease, Zhong's mother whispered, "Qiao Qiao, eating here isn't cheap, is it?"

Zhong Qiao knew what she wanted to say and said, "Mom, it's okay. I don't eat like this every day. I know what I'm doing. This is what He Bai took me to last time. There's a dessert in it that you love the most, right? It's made by their family."

"Oh..." Zhong's mother suddenly realized, "That's their family. They do a really good job."

On par with the best Chinese restaurants in Hong Kong.

The waiter heard the compliment and laughed, "Ms. Zhong, you still have a balance of over 300 yuan on your card. With this promotion, it can offset some of the balance, and I can even give you a small gift."

However, Zhong Qiao was stunned.

"What card?"

How come she never remembered to charge the card?