Lin Anshu is an ordinary, lowly office worker. The competition in the company is intense, and the boss loves to fine employees and make empty promises. After working diligently for a whole year, sh...
"If you want to vent, go downstairs and do some boxing," the old lady muttered, poking her head out from the kitchen.
"It's not like you have to buy it, so why are you nagging?" the old man snorted.
Soon, he received the original video of the Taotao store being posted on WeChat from the young man in the publicity department.
After watching it once, the old man posted the original video on his WeChat Moments and openly posted the Taotao shop "Lin Shenjian Anshu" to condemn it.
After he finished, he threw his phone on the table and got up to walk to the kitchen.
"Why are you taking so long to cook? I'm not eating anymore, I'm going downstairs to have some tofu... Huh? What did you make? It smells so good!"
"Are you suffering from amnesia? Didn't I tell you what I did when I first got home?"
The old lady rolled her eyes and continued speaking.
"That aroma must be coming from the chicken feather vegetable and fish head soup."
"I've almost finished making the dumplings. There are just a few left. Once I finish making them, I'll boil them and they'll be ready to eat."
"Go and wait for another five or ten minutes."
"Oh, okay." The old man, who had insisted on going downstairs, was ultimately won over by the aroma of the fish soup.
After washing his hands, he sat on the sofa and waited patiently.
"Am I hungry or what? This fish soup tastes so good today!" the old man exclaimed after taking a sip.
"Try the dumplings again," the old lady said.
"Mmm, these dumplings are really good!"
"Honey, that's all. Go get me another bowl of dumplings."
"There are only five or six left, go by yourself."
"What? Five or six is enough for anyone? Why don't you make more?" the old man said, sounding slightly dissatisfied.
"Ha, who's always nagging that you should eat less for dinner, or you'll easily get all sorts of illnesses?"
"...Then, I can keep it and take it to the hospital tomorrow!" the old man grumbled.
"It's gone."
"Then you can do it tomorrow!"
"Didn't you complain that 20 yuan a pound of bok choy was too expensive? I'm not making it anymore, hmph."
"It's just 20 yuan, right? Buy it, I'll give you the money." The old man said.