Chapter 2: The scumbag dad regrets it?
"I'm Yu Zhou, Fourth Father, please let Mian Mian answer the phone."
"Mianmian is gone. She said she won't answer your calls. Is there something wrong with you?"
The other party was silent for a while before speaking, "I want to bring her to my place. I want to take care of her and raise her up."
Master Feng Si thought it was ridiculous, "What are you dreaming about in broad daylight? She's already 18 after the Chinese New Year, and she can get married in a few years. Why does she need you to support her? What were you doing before now?"
After saying that, he hung up the phone with a bang.
The other party kept calling, and Feng Siye felt annoyed, so he answered, "What on earth do you want to do? I told you that Mian Mian will not answer your call, so it's useless even if you call."
"She didn't answer. I'll go look for her after the New Year."
"Whatever you want." Feng Siye hung up the phone again, and this time he simply put the phone aside so that he couldn't get through.
Yu Zhou’s matter was just a small episode and Feng Mian didn’t take it to heart.
Now that she has come to this place, she has to think about how to live.
As soon as she stretched out her hand, the underworld phone appeared in her hand.
This thing really followed.
Feng Mian was secretly delighted.
I quickly placed several orders, including steamed buns, shrimp dumplings, and eight-treasure porridge, and had a great meal.
After filling my stomach, I went to make the bed.
When she pulled off the outer edge of the quilt, she was stunned by the cotton wool inside.
In her seal, shouldn't the cotton be white? The heart of this quilt is black.
She recalled that, in the original owner's memory, this quilt was obtained by her grandmother and aunt after a long argument. They had used it as a bed pad because it was no longer suitable for use.
No wonder my hands and feet are cold when I wake up in the morning. This hard and cold quilt is not warm at all.
Fengmian ordered a silk quilt and a latex mattress.
Search for nostalgic sheets and quilt covers from the 1970s and 1980s, and you will easily find sheets and quilt covers that have a vintage feel.
She placed orders at the same time and checked the goods one by one. When all the goods were in the room, she took them out with her mind, and the room was suddenly filled with a pile of things.
She quickly changed the bedding, packed up the unwanted old items, and sold them as junk.
I lay down on the bed and it felt so soft and warm.
The New Year is coming soon. Instead of going to work, Feng Mian has been busy cleaning up his three thatched houses since he has no work to do recently.
This house was left to her by her mother. It was a typical thatched house from the 1970s and 1980s. The first room at the entrance was the main room, and on one side was the kitchen. Behind the kitchen was a low firewood room, and on the other side was the bedroom.
The walls are made of yellow mud and bamboo boards, and the roof is thatched.
When she had money before, she lived in such mud and thatched houses when she went to farmhouses.
The room that other people have made is bright and spacious, which is totally different from this house.
What's the difference? The house was low, the windows were too small, and they were sealed by the original owner to prevent wind.
As a result, we have to light kerosene lamps even in broad daylight.
The ground is not good either, it's all dirt and mud.
It's fine when the weather is fine, but if it rains, this house will be as dirty as a rotten field.
The windows and the floor could not be cleaned up today, so Feng Mian fixed his eyes on the mess in the room.
She finally understood why old ladies loved to pile up junk at home. It turned out to be a habit she developed since childhood.
The original owner had picked up all this junk from somewhere, and the house was filled with it. If someone accidentally knocked over the kerosene lamp, someone might be burned to death.
She decided to deal with the junk in the house first.
Feng Mian rolled up his sleeves and started working.
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