Because she had been thinking about Huang Jianjun's upcoming matchmaking today, Huang Qinqin woke up very early this morning.
When she came out, Xu Junhui looked at his watch in surprise: "Honey, why are you up so early today? Are you not feeling well?"
It's only a little past six o'clock. Although getting up at this time isn't considered early, it's quite rare for Huang Qinqin.
You should know that even when she has to go to work, Huang Qinqin doesn't get up until after 7 a.m. Today is truly unprecedented.
Huang Qinqin understood Xu Junhui's implication and pouted, "What? Is it strange that I get up early? It's already past 6 o'clock, isn't it normal to get up?"
Seeing that Huang Qinqin was a little unhappy, Xu Junhui realized that he had said something wrong and quickly admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, wife, I was wrong."
"Please sit down, breakfast will be ready soon. We have your favorite fried dough sticks today. They're freshly bought, eat them while they're hot."
Zhang Yumei also handed Huang Qinqin a fried dough stick, saying, "Yes, it's freshly bought and still warm."
"There's some plain congee at home. Qinqin, would you like some soy milk or plain congee?"
Huang Qinqin prefers soy milk with fried dough sticks, but sitting here smelling the soy milk, she could already faintly smell a fishy odor.
After thinking about it, I decided against soy milk: "I'd like a bowl of plain porridge, thank you, Mom!"
Zhang Yumei said softly, "You're welcome."
Then he turned to Xu Junhui and instructed, "Didn't you hear Qinqin say she wanted to drink plain porridge? What are you standing there for?"
Xu Junhui: ......
Fine, she gets all the credit and thanks, but he's the one who has to do the work. What can he do? One's his wife, the other's his mother.
After finishing breakfast, Huang Qinqin couldn't wait to go back to her parents' home. However, seeing so many bowls and chopsticks still on the table, she felt it wouldn't be right to get up just like that.
After thinking for a moment, an idea suddenly came to him. He pulled Xu Junhui aside and whispered, "Junhui, I'll give you a dollar. Give it to Dad secretly later."
"Then he'll have to do the hard work and wash the dishes by himself in a bit."
Xu Junhui looked at the one yuan in Huang Qinqin's hand and said excitedly, "Wife! Give it to me! I don't want the one yuan, fifty cents will do!"
Xu Junhui felt he couldn't miss this opportunity to earn pocket money.
"Oh dear, I'm in a hurry to go back to my parents' house~ Didn't you say you'd come with me? Or are you planning to let me go back by myself?"
At this moment, Huang Qinqin suddenly reflected on herself and wondered if she had given Xu Junhui too little pocket money.
Then, the next second, she overturned the idea. Five yuan a month was something that Zhang Xiumei had personally taught her.
Zhang Xiumei said that she doesn't smoke or drink, and five yuan a month is already a lot; any more than that wouldn't be enough.
At Huang Qinqin's parents' home, her father, Huang Eryuan, only received three yuan of pocket money a month!
So Huang Qinqin immediately realized that it wasn't that she wasn't giving him enough pocket money; if it wasn't enough, then Xu Junhui was just being too extravagant.
After all, pocket money in the market is always priced. If she feels it's not enough, then Huang Qinqin will quote a famous saying.
Do you have little pocket money?
What's missing?
It's been the same for so many years, and sometimes we need to look for the reasons within ourselves.
Don't spout nonsense with your eyes wide open. Have you been seriously trying to save money all this time? It's not easy for your family to give you pocket money, okay?
Ahem, I've gone off on a tangent~
Huang Qinqin looked at Xu Junhui, who was still struggling, and finally couldn't bear it. After all, Xu Junhui had been so good to her, and she couldn't be too stingy.
"Alright, here's a dollar. Hurry up and clean up the dishes, I can't wait for you too long. I'll go home by myself if it gets too late."
Xu Junhui quickly took the money and put it in his pocket. Then he helped Huang Qinqin sit down and diligently began clearing away the dishes.
She also thoughtfully said to Xu Weiguo, "Dad, you work so hard every day. I'll do the dishes today, so you can rest."
Watching Xu Junhui humming a song as he washed the dishes alone, Xu Weiguo felt a warmth in his heart. He thought to himself: It seems my son can be thoughtful too!
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Huang Family
Everyone could tell that Huang Jianjun was quite nervous today.
The specific behaviors are as follows: First, starting at 5 a.m., he would constantly change his clothes and had to ask others for their opinions. The victim is Huang Jianguo.
Second: He spent the whole morning pacing around the yard, asking what he should pay attention to on blind dates, and wouldn't listen to anything I said, just repeating his questions over and over. Victim – Huang Eryuan.
Third: After harassing the first two victims, he started frequently asking Chen Zhaodi what time they were supposed to meet and whether she was sure Mu Shengnan would be coming today.
The victim—oh, sorry—Chen Zhaodi rejected his harm and, in a gesture of affection, slapped him.
Snap!
"I'm telling you, that's enough. You've been causing trouble at home since early morning. Do you believe that if you keep up this mess, I'll beat you so badly you won't be able to go on your blind date today?"
Chen Zhaodi was truly exasperated. She knew Huang Jianjun was nervous, but they shouldn't be tormented like this.
He had exhausted the whole family. After Huang Jianjun was slapped, he quieted down.
The tension in her heart was largely dispelled by Chen Zhaodi's slap. Now she sat down and ate breakfast quietly.
When Huang Qinqin arrived, they had just finished eating breakfast. Chen Zhaodi was quite surprised to see them.
"Honey, why are you back so early? Didn't you say yesterday that you weren't going to rest this weekend?"
"Hehe~ I just came to cheer my second brother on since he's going on a blind date today."
Huang Qinqin mischievously grabbed a handful of dried longan and handed it to Huang Jianjun: "Second brother, put some dried longan in your pocket, so the women can eat them later."
Although Huang Jianjun was a little nervous, based on his years of wits and battles with Huang Qinqin, he had a gut feeling that there was definitely a trap here.
So she refused outright: "I don't want it. You're definitely up to no good."
Huang Qinqin pretended to take the dried longan back: "I only asked you to bring it because a lot of girls love to eat it, and you don't appreciate it at all. Humph!"
Huang Jianjun was skeptical: "Really? You're not lying to me?"
"Why would I lie to you, Mom? Do you also like dried longan?"
"I do like it, but..."
Upon hearing her answer, Huang Qinqin immediately interrupted her, saying, "Look, Mom also said she likes to eat it."
Well, Huang Jianjun still grabbed a handful and put them in his pocket, thinking that he might be able to use them to find something to talk about later.
Chen Zhaodi was debating whether or not to tell Huang Jianjun that while the dried longan was delicious, it was rather difficult to eat, just like cracking sunflower seeds.
However, Huang Qinqin was already urging Huang Jianjun to leave: "Alright, second brother, it's getting late, you should hurry up and set off."
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