Chapter 10 Is my name really An Fusheng? They all have homes to return to, it's just...

Two people and a cat were standing under the tree.

One of them had his chin raised high and his arms crossed over his chest, while another person and a cat stood in a row opposite him.

"Is my name really An Fusheng?"

What do you think?

That's it.

The names are exactly the same...

Could it be...?

So…

An Fusheng asked somewhat eagerly, "Am I eighteen years old this year?"

He Zhi let out an ambiguous laugh through his nose: "I think you're not suffering from amnesia, you're dreaming!"

An Fusheng was somewhat disappointed and glared at the person in front of him with resentment. He was already eighteen years old and didn't need to dream at all.

He just told this person that he had amnesia, and the person confirmed it, but then refused to tell him anything. When he asked, the person took the opportunity to speak ill of him. How could this person be so wicked?

An Fusheng pointed to the kitten at his feet: "Is this really my cat?"

"If it's not yours, is it mine? Its mother brought it to you herself, so don't deny it. Back then, you brought its mother cat food every few days, who knows if she did anything else."

An Fusheng:......

"Right, Afu?" He Zhi bent down and ruffled the cat's hair, then gave the bewildered kitten a thumbs up: "You're so young and you already know to come out and find your dad, so smart! Smarter than your dad."

An Fusheng paused for a moment, then continued, "So...should I go back to work?"

"If you don't want to work, you can resign. Although you're currently the only employee in my company, we don't need you." He straightened up, adopting an arrogant and overbearing demeanor.

That meant he hadn't been fired yet, and An Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The man who just rushed over and questioned him revealed that he was the original owner's boss, and the original owner must still have his salary with him. He couldn't afford to offend him for the time being.

"When do I start work?"

I don't know what the original owner did for a living. What if he doesn't know how to do it? But whether he knows how to do it or not is not important. The important thing is to go back and get his wages.

"If I don't see you at the company tomorrow, don't bother coming." The other person said arrogantly.

"Isn't tomorrow Saturday?" An Fusheng asked, puzzled.

"Heh, you remember to rest on Saturdays, but why don't you remember that you have to work on weekdays?" He Zhi said sarcastically.

An Fusheng:......

An Fusheng: "Okay, then could you write down the company address for me? I... don't have a cell phone, so I have nowhere to write it down."

"I don't have paper and pen to write for you! Don't push your luck!"

Frustrated, he put his hand into his pocket and then pulled it out, only to find a business card!

Oh shit!

Once the company grows bigger and stronger, he will definitely keep all these business cards safe and sound, and he won't give them to anyone who wants them!

This startup founder was fed up with the days of leaving business cards everywhere and handing them out all the time in order to attract business!

Even when employees skip work, he has to find them personally, and even if he finds them, he doesn't dare to fire them. It's infuriating!

He Zhi slapped the business card onto An Fusheng's arm and said, "Take it!"

An Fusheng took the business card and glanced at the person in front of him. It turned out that his name was He Zhi.

The company is called… Wuzhijing Optoelectronics Technology Co., Ltd.?

An Fusheng glanced at someone again; the name, like the boss himself, was somewhat arrogant.

"Smack!" He Zhi slapped his own butt. "Damn! There's a mosquito!"

"No?" An Fusheng asked in confusion. He had been here for so long and hadn't been bitten by any mosquitoes.

"Those awful mosquitoes, they always seem to be chasing after me!" As she spoke, she got bitten on the arm again. "Damn it! Here we go again!"

"Be at the company by 8:30 tomorrow morning. If you're even a minute late, you'll lose all your salary!" He Zhi threw down those words and ran off.

"knew…"

An Fusheng watched the person run off quickly into the distance and sighed, "It's so rare to meet someone who knows the original owner of this body, but it turns out to be a heartless boss..."

An Fusheng returned to Grandma Ao's house, where Grandma Ao had already prepared dinner and was waiting for him.

"You're back! Wash your hands and have dinner," Grandma Ao said with a smile.

An Fusheng washed his hands and sat down at the table. Grandma Ao had made stir-fried pork with chili peppers, stir-fried eggs with tomatoes, and a plate of pickled radishes with chili oil as a cold dish.

"Hmm... the radish seems to have turned a bit sour, it tastes even better!" Grandma Ao exclaimed.

Ao Daiya asked, "Brother, who was that person today? Why was he so fierce?"

“It’s the boss of the company where I used to work,” An Fusheng said. “I’m going back to work tomorrow. Thank you and Grandma Ao for taking me in these past two days.”

Grandma Ao smiled and said, "No need to thank me, I should thank you. You've helped me a lot these past two days, and you even taught me how to make chili powder, pickled radishes, and fried potatoes. Not only can I eat delicious food, but my stall business has also improved."

An Fusheng smiled sheepishly: "These are nothing."

What a well-behaved child! Grandma Ao exclaimed.

"If the job isn't good, just change jobs. You cook so well, people would definitely fight to hire you as a chef."

Considering that the boss came looking for him in a huff today, and that An Fusheng had to go back to work, Grandma Ao had already automatically imagined the whole story of how An Fusheng ran away from the company because of too much work pressure, jumped into the river, was rescued, and was taken home by Ao Daiya.

Grandma Ao continued, "Work is only a part of life. If work makes life unhappy, then what's the point of having work?"

An Fusheng nodded in agreement.

...

Xingcheng Children's Welfare Institute.

"You won't eat this, you won't eat that, I'll let you go hungry for three meals, then see if you'll still eat!"

As soon as Lou Lan entered the gate of the welfare home, she heard Uncle Du shouting and cursing.

Lou Lan frowned and strode towards the restaurant.

Inside the restaurant, four children sat at the table with their heads down, while Uncle Du ate a large bowl of rice by himself.

"What's wrong?" Lou Lan asked.

"Picky eater!" Uncle Du shoveled a big mouthful of rice into his mouth. "They don't like this or that all day long. Does everything have to be made to suit their tastes? They weren't born with that kind of luck, yet they have so many demands..."

"Stop talking!" Lou Lan interrupted him coldly. "If this kind of vegetable doesn't grow according to their preferences, then we'll choose another kind. There are so many vegetables in the world; surely they can eat what they like!"

Uncle Du was taken aback. He thought Lou Lan would join him in criticizing the children, but he didn't expect her to scold him instead.

Lou Lan glanced at the dishes on the table: stir-fried cowpeas, okra with mustard, and winter melon with perilla leaves. There was no meat at all, and none of them were dishes that the children would like to eat.

"Wasabi and perilla, these flavors are so strong, how are you going to let the children eat them?" Lou Lan questioned Uncle Du.

She used to refrain from criticizing Uncle Du because he was a relative of Dean Wen, but that doesn't mean she can keep tolerating him forever.

Uncle Du didn't say anything more. Lou Lan knew he was definitely not convinced, but she didn't care!

Lou Lan felt fortunate when Uncle Du first arrived. Uncle Du was hardworking and never idle. In addition to cooking, he would also take the initiative to clean, wash clothes, etc. In short, he was always busy.

Their welfare home has few staff members, and as a caregiver, she has to take care of several children and do a lot of trivial things, which is really tiring. With Uncle Du's help, she can relax a lot.

But gradually she discovered that Uncle Du only cared about doing a lot of work, never about how well he did it.

He always cooks the same few dishes, and the flavors are too strong. The children either get tired of them or can't eat them because the flavors are too strong.

He always throws all the laundry clothes into the washing machine at once, which has caused the children's clothes to fade several times.

He cleaned the entire building with one mop without ever washing it. Lou Lan gently pointed this out to him several times, but he ignored her, saying that he had lived like this his whole life and had still managed to get by.

But that's not all. What Lou Lan found most unbearable was his lack of love and patience for the children. He often used the idea of ​​hardship and fate to belittle them. The children in the welfare home were already more sensitive than ordinary children. Fate was the pain they dared not face, yet he always talked about it. Even normal people couldn't stand it, let alone them.

Lou Lan may not be good at arguing, but she is definitely not the type to give in all the time. Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen to divorce her husband because her mother-in-law kept urging her to have a child.

Lou Lan took a few tissues from the table and handed them to Wen Xinglin, saying gently, "Don't cry, Aunt Lou will take you out to eat."

Uncle Du, holding his rice bowl, stared at her with an unreadable expression, but Lou Lan ignored him.

Wen Xinglin took the tissue. He had tried very hard not to cry this time, but as soon as he saw Lou's mother, his tears came out on their own.

"What about Xingrui and Sister Xinghe?" Wen Xinglin walked to Lou Lan's side, sobbing as he looked up and asked.

"Let's pack some for them to take back and eat," Lou Lan said.

"good."

Children's emotions come and go quickly.

Stepping out of the orphanage, the gentle, cool night breeze soothed the wrinkles in my heart.

They began to look forward to dinner.

"Aunt Lou, what are we going to eat?" Wen Xingmou asked expectantly.

"What would you like to eat?" Lou Lan asked.

"I want to eat..." Wen Xingmou thought seriously.

“I want to eat wolf tooth potatoes,” An Shisi said.

“Yes!” Wen Xingmou exclaimed excitedly.

Lou Lan laughed and said, "Why do you suddenly want to eat wolf tooth potatoes?"

"Because it tastes good!" Wen Xingmou said, "My older brother can make it too."

"Big brother?" Lou Lan asked, puzzled.

"Big Brother is selling wolf tooth potatoes, they smell so good." Bai Mangmang said, "We were planning to buy some today, but Uncle Du urged us to come back, so we didn't get any."

The children only have one "big brother," but how could he possibly sell "wolf tooth potatoes"?

Lou Lan asked Bai Mangmang, "Where did you see him? Are you sure it was your eldest brother?"

“Yes, it’s in the food street behind Qingfeng Elementary School,” Bai Mangmang said.

"I want my older brother to make me lots and lots of things, all for me." Wen Xingmou drooled and exaggeratedly gestured with her arms outstretched.

“But…” Wen Xinglin hesitated, “Big Brother doesn’t seem to recognize us anymore.”

“Yes, he even became someone else’s brother!” An Shisi said angrily.

Lou Lan patted Wen Xinglin and An Shisi on the head and said earnestly, "Don't bother your elder brother anymore."

“We didn’t bother Big Brother. Big Brother told us to play with the big tree, and we all behaved well,” Wen Xingmou said.

"Don't go to your older brother's place to buy wolf tooth potatoes anymore, understand?" Lou Lan said to Bai Mangmang.

Bai Mangmang asked, "Can't we even buy it with money?"

The wolf tooth potatoes my older brother made look so delicious, I really want to eat them.

After a while, Lou Lan slowly said, "No."

Children who leave the orphanage are like those who have walked a long muddy road in white shoes. They have worked hard to walk that road and tried their best to wash their shoes clean so that they look no different from others. They would never want to go near the mud again.

...

It was late at night, and Ao Daiya couldn't sleep because he was thinking about his brother leaving tomorrow. He turned around and lay face to face with An Fusheng: "Brother, are you really not coming back for work tomorrow?"

An Fusheng: "He probably won't be coming back."

He'll go to the place where the original owner worked tomorrow; he should be able to find his place.

"Is Afu really your cat?"

An Fusheng had already told Ao Daiya during dinner that the kitten's name was Afu, that it was his cat, and that he would take it with him to work the next day.

Ao Daiya still found it strange: "No wonder it likes you so much, why didn't you know it before?"

An Fusheng said, "It's not really my cat. Its owner went to a very far place, so I have to take care of it for him."

An Fusheng spent two days with Ao Daiya and was leaving tomorrow. He felt a little reluctant to part with her. He remembered that Grandma Ao said that Ao Daiya often picked up cats and dogs, kept them for a few days, and then they were taken back by their owners. He asked Ao Daiya, "When you pick up friends and they leave, do you feel sad?"

Ao Daiya said, "There might be a little, but Grandma said that they all have homes to go back to, which is the best thing. Going home is always a good thing, right?"

"Um."

A note from the author:

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The next chapter will be updated on Saturday.