In order to provide Guo Xiang with better living conditions, his mother no longer just sets up a stall at the entrance of Fangfang Community.

In the morning she goes to the market to sell breakfast. The market opens early and usually ends around eight o'clock.

After packing up the breakfast items and taking them home, she took Guo Xiang to kindergarten, and then took the ornaments she had sold before to the commercial street to continue setting up her stall.

It was dark when I closed the stall and went to Fang Fang's house to pick up Guo Xiang.

Guo Xiang's mother felt very embarrassed to let Fang Fang take care of her child.

But there is no other way to make money.

She would give Fang Fang a sum of money every month to cover Guo Xiang's meals at her home.

Fang Fang and her mother-in-law refused at first.

A child can't eat much, so for them it's just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks.

Guo Xiang's mother insisted that she felt embarrassed to disturb others, and if they ate and drank for free, she really would not have the face to let them look after her child again.

The two sides argued for a while, and under her insistence, Fang Fang finally accepted her money.

But in the end, all the money was used to buy books and toys for Guo Xiang.

When Ye Jiaying went there, Guo Xiang already had a small room in Fang Fang's house, and a room full of books and toys.

Ye Jiaying was also surprised by this result.

I can only say that Fang Fang’s family is so kind.

After saying hello to the relatives and friends he met in Beijing, Ye Jiaying took a walk around, packed his luggage and returned to Yejia Village.

She didn't say hello to her family in advance and went back home as if she was familiar with the route.

When she first entered the village, people passing by, both acquaintances and strangers, started talking to her.

"The college students are back."

"Your parents are still in the fields."

"I just happened to be on my way. I'll tell your parents."

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Ye Jiaying was still a little uncomfortable with them always calling her a college student.

But they have no ill intentions; in fact, they see it as a compliment.

So Ye Jiaying could only respond with a smile.

I returned to the Ye family, saying hello all the way.

She had the key to the house and opened the door herself and went in.

The luggage was put back into her and Ye Xiaomei's room, and the gifts for her parents were placed on the table in the main hall.

After a while, Ye's mother came back.

It was noon now, and Ye's mother's clothes were half soaked with sweat.

She shouted as she entered the house.

"Ying girl is back, why didn't you tell me and let your dad pick you up?"

"It's not far, my dad doesn't need to pick me up."

Ye Jiaying walked out of the house.

Seeing that Ye's mother was sweating all over, he got some water for her to wash her face.

Mother Ye washed her face and went straight to make lunch.

Ye Jiaying took the meat she bought to the kitchen.

Ye's mother saw it and looked at her with anger.

"Why are you still buying meat? Keep that little money for yourself and don't have to buy things all the time."

"I just want to eat the braised pork made by my mother."

Ye Jiaying acts coquettishly.

"Okay, Mommy will do it for you."

Only then did Ye's mother feel happy, and she washed and cut the meat skillfully.

At noon, Ye's father also came back.

He was also very happy to see Ye Jiaying, whom he hadn't seen for half a year.

But he was more reserved and just asked her about her school situation with a smile.

At noon, he took out his collection of small wine glasses.

He would only drink a few sips during the Chinese New Year or when he was happy.

Mother Ye smiled and said to Ye Jiaying, "Your father is happy to see you back."

Father Ye sipped his wine without answering, but the wrinkles on his face deepened as he smiled.

In the evening, Ye Jialan was very happy to see her sister when she came home from school.

In particular, Ye Jiaying also bought her gifts and her favorite meat.

He held Ye Jiaying's arm tightly and kept talking.