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Jiang Youcai accidentally twisted his back, and Su Aiqian had no choice but to put everything aside and stay at home, scolding him for being useless while taking care of his every need.

With two children in school, the small supermarket was handed over to Huo Junyu to manage.

Huo Junyu wears many hats: moving and unloading goods, organizing shelves, taking inventory of the warehouse, and handling cashier duties.

Furthermore, they had to escort Jiang Mianmian to school before the supermarket opened, and then temporarily close the supermarket at some point in the afternoon to pick her up from school.

Nevertheless, he still managed to do everything in an orderly manner and did not make a single mistake in his calculations.

After reviewing the accounts he had kept, Su Ai began to praise him highly:

"Not only is Xiao Huo good at housework, but she also keeps such good accounts!"

"Look at these accounts, they're all crystal clear, calculated down to the decimal point!"

"Little Huo didn't go to college, right? How come he's doing this so professionally!"

"Oh, I see. You used to charge people for making fake documents, right? See? I always said you were a technical talent, and it really is!"

At this moment, Xiao Huo awkwardly forced a smile and managed to say, "Auntie, you flatter me."

"No flattery, no flattery!" Su Aiqian grinned from ear to ear. "Little Huo, I think you're very clear-headed! Um... I suggest that in the future, for your little family with Mianmian, the money can be managed by Mianmian, but the accounts can be kept by you. If you need money, just tell Mianmian, and then write it down yourself. Mianmian will then allocate funds to you... That way, you two can keep an eye on each other! What do you think?"

Huo Junyu was stunned for a moment.

This means that... after he gets together with Jiang Mianmian in the future, Jiang Mianmian will know exactly how much pocket money he spends?

What kind of mutual supervision is this?

Huo Junyu chuckled inwardly, then looked at Su Aiqian and said softly, "Auntie, why don't you just have Jiang Mianmian give me five hundred yuan every month?"

"Five hundred?" Su Ai frowned. "That's... way too little! These days, what man is so poor that he only gets five hundred in pocket money?"