Chapter 53 New Message Alert

At the same time, the second son of the Wen family and Wen Jin's daughter also saw the group message. They were very tempted by the photos sent by the eldest sister Yunyun and were about to ask for the address, but Wen Jin started to criticize them and they dared not say a word.

Wen Yulan, who had just finished overtime, opened her phone and saw more than a dozen unread messages in the family group.

The first three were of her baby daughter. When Wen Yulan clicked on the pictures, she saw the shiny brown duck legs, golden crispy meat and red tenderloin.

Wen Yulan heard the old man muttering during a video call yesterday that Zhao Xiaojing was going to come to his house to play. As soon as she saw the appearance of the food, she knew that it was made by the little girl, and she couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

Her daughter has already gone home to eat, but she is still working hard in Jiangcheng.

How about taking a vacation and going back?

Wen Yulan was about to reply with a compliment, but when she scrolled down, she saw her youngest brother throwing tantrums in the group chat.

Wen Yulan rubbed her eyebrows with a headache.

Forget it, I won’t praise you anymore, just pretend I didn’t see it. A few fried skewers broke Lin Daiyu’s brother’s defense again.

Wen Yulan made a video call directly to Yunyun.

"Mom, you're off work!"

Yunyun picked up the phone, tilted it against the fruit basket, and adjusted the angle so that both her grandparents were framed in the video.

"Where's Xiaojing?" Wen Yulan tilted her head and looked at her.

"Let's go back. It's getting late. The little girl has to get up at around four o'clock tomorrow!"

Fan Guiying continued.

"Oh, that's right. I said I'd say a few words to her."

"Mom, you don't know, Jingjing's fried food is really delicious. I ate one and a half out of three plates. I've never eaten such delicious fried food! Mom, when will you be back? She brought a huge bag, and there's still plenty in the refrigerator."

"You were talking about it, you enjoyed your meal, and you made your uncle angry again by posting photos in the group."

"My uncle told me my mom was fat, so I'm justified in getting mad."

Yunyun said nonchalantly.

"Are you angry again? What are you angry about?" Fan Guiying turned her head and asked Yunyun.

"I'm angry that you eat junk food!" Wen Yulan said helplessly.

"He's angry all day anyway. Just don't call me and chant in my ear, and let him be angry!" Wen Zhiyi said with an impatient frown.

The four of them, young and old, laughed and started chatting animatedly again.

On the other side, Zhao Xiaojing returned home and began to reply to the messages in the newly created fried skewers reservation group for tonight.

There are nine people in the group, headed by Li Donglai, and the others are just passers-by who joined in for fun.

When I clicked in, there were already dozens of messages. I took a quick look and they were all asking about the types and prices. Li Donglai had already helped me say that the only types were duck legs, tenderloins, and crispy pork, and the price was still waiting for her to decide.

Zhao Xiaojing calculated the cost and set the price.

Crispy pork and fried tenderloin are both sold for 30 yuan per pound, and duck legs are 9 yuan each. The profit is not much at this price, but after all, it is not a stall, and the goods are sold semi-finished.

Li Donglai was holding his phone in the group to monitor the messages. When he saw Zhao Xiaojing send the price, he immediately started the conversation spontaneously.

"1. Purple Air Coming from the East: 20 duck legs, one pound of crispy pork, and one pound of tenderloin."

Then I directly transferred 240 yuan.

"Boss, can I buy half a pound to try?"

"Boss, can I just buy one duck leg?"

"Boss, can I have half a pound of crispy pork and tenderloin together?"

Other passersby who had never bought it began to ask.

Zhao Xiaojing replied "yes" to all of them. She was mainly overwhelmed by Li Donglai's entreaties, so she made it for him. It didn't matter to anyone else how much or how little they bought.

"2. Distant Mountain Shadows: One duck leg and half a pound of pork tenderloin."

Then there was a 24 yuan transfer.

There is a second customer joining the group.

Zhao Xiaojing glanced at everyone and saw that no one had any new questions, so she put down her phone and started practicing basic skills today.

Holding the wok...frying posture...

An hour later, Zhao Xiaojing was sweating profusely again.

Today, the time it takes to lift a five-pound sand pot has been reduced to one minute and twenty-three seconds.

Zhao Xiaojing took a shower with relief. When she came out, she took another look at the group chat. Four of the nine people had already joined the chat and transferred the full amount.

Now there are thirty duck legs, almost a box. This quantity can be bought at the wholesale market, but there is no pork in the poultry wholesale market. She has to go back to the vegetable market to buy pork and seasonings, which is a bit troublesome.

Forget it, I’ll just take the detour, first to the vegetable market, then the wholesale market, and then to work.

Money has to be squeezed out!

Zhao Xiaojing set the alarm clock forward half an hour.

After that, I turned off the lights and was about to go to sleep when the phone next to my pillow lit up.

That was the cell phone of Zhao Xiaojing’s mother Dong Yuhua.

It has been three years since Dong Yuhua passed away, and Zhao Xiaojing has kept her mobile phone, neither canceling the number nor using it.

My phone is still in the same state as the day Dong Yuhua passed away. The photo album I accidentally took is completely black; the font is too large to read clearly; the desktop is crooked...

Zhao Xiaojing doesn't want to change anything, she just tries her best to keep some of the last memories of her mother and look at them occasionally.

Even if her WeChat friend deleted her mother unilaterally, Zhao Xiaojing didn't want to delete her. Even if there were spam advertisements lying in her text messages for three years, Zhao Xiaojing read them again and again.

Zhao Xiaojing picked up her phone and unlocked it, and there was a new number of corner marks on WeChat on the desktop.

Zhao Xiaojing clicked it and took a look.

There are six new message reminders in the third sister's column.

It was Dong Mei. Zhao Xiaojing felt a pang of sadness. Even though she and Dong Mei had argued fiercely during this period, she was the only one who was as stubborn as herself in the past three years. Only she and Dong Mei still remembered their mother.

Feeling already sad, Zhao Xiaojing clicked on the message.

"Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar year and I am the only one here. You must feel so sorry for me, sister."

"As long as I have your shadow, I am thinking of you all the time. Sister, I miss you."

"Your passing away will bring me pain for the rest of my life. I miss you so much these past two years. You are gone, and dad is gone too. I am soaked in tears every day."

"I really want to talk to you. I miss you guys."

"I live in your shadow every day. You are so cruel."

"Sorry sister, I'm still dreaming."

Zhao Xiaojing's heart was gripped with pain, and the dull pain that she had tried so hard to calm down for a long time suddenly flooded her heart again.

Since Dong Yuhua passed away, Dong Mei would send messages to Dong Yuhua on WeChat every few months.

Sometimes it's just a few words, sometimes it's a long article.

The cell phone was always with Zhao Xiaojing. She would charge it in time when it ran out of battery. She could always see Dong Mei's messages, but she never mentioned it, and Dong Mei never mentioned it either. Three years passed like this.

In fact, Zhao Xiaojing's impression is that Dong Yuhua didn't communicate much with Dong Mei before she fell ill.

Dong Yuhua was gentle, tolerant, and always smiling. Dong Mei, on the other hand, was always sullen, keeping her worries to herself. She rarely confided in others, and others didn't dare to confide in her either.

Zhao Xiaojing always thought that there was no strong affection between sisters.

Until Dong Yuhua became terminally ill, all her belongings were sold, and all her relatives avoided her. Only Dong Mei took the initiative to lend her money several times and helped take care of her.

From then on, the sisters seemed to have suddenly become much closer. Dong Yuhua began to hold Dong Mei's hand and chat about this and that, telling her many stories from the past and her current thoughts. Dong Mei listened patiently and occasionally laughed happily.

It was also at that time that Dong Mei told Dong Yuhua that her husband Zhou Jianye might have a son, but she couldn't find anything when she checked.

At that time, Dong Yuhua was so angry that she kept calling Zhou Jianye a bastard. Her angry look made Zhao Xiaojing feel that her long-ill mother suddenly had a breath of life.

As a result, Dong Yuhua bid farewell to this world forever the next day.

If her mother were still alive, she wouldn't want to see her and her third aunt end up like this, Zhao Xiaojing thought guiltily.