"No, your pickles business is just starting out, and you're not making much money yet. You shouldn't be thinking about helping others, or you'll end up causing trouble. I'll figure something out."
It was Sister Zhao who took Zhou Qiqi out to set up a stall for the first time. The two had known each other for almost three months, and after spending time together, she had come to regard Sister Zhao as a friend.
Zhou Qiqi was still happy to help her with her affairs.
Zhou immediately ran to the telephone room and called Zhao Damei's village committee, asking her to stop by his house on her way back that evening. He also made a special trip to the gatehouse to let her know.
She thought Zhao Damei would come over around evening, but to her surprise, it was almost nine o'clock at night before Zhao Damei knocked on her door.
When Zhou Qiqi asked, she just lowered her head and said.
"I brought a lot of flowers this time, and I wouldn't feel at ease until I sold them all, so I stayed in the city a little longer."
Seeing that she was so tired that her lips were pale and she barely had the strength to speak, Zhou Qiqi quickly pulled her into the house, poured her a glass of warm water, and then asked Zhouzhou to bring the lunchbox from the kitchen and open it.
"You haven't eaten yet, have you? There are some leftover steamed dumplings here, kept in a thermal container. They're still a little warm. You should eat some first."
Zhao Damei was really exhausted, and since she was no longer estranged from Zhou Qiqi, she smiled and nodded to Zhouzhou, picked up her chopsticks and ate one first.
She paused for a moment after just one bite, "Meat filling?"
Zhou Qiqi smiled.
"Yes, it's beef. Cui Xiang, Ying Ying, and I made it together. Try our cooking skills!"
Zhao Damei ate two whole, feeling less flustered, and asked somewhat awkwardly with her head down.
"Can I take these back to eat?"
Zhou Qiqi knew that she was reluctant to eat it and wanted to take it back to her children and elderly relatives at home, so she pointed to another large box on the table.
“There’s no more! We made a lot today. Take this box back for your child and your father-in-law. It’s enough for them. The filling is very filling.”
As he spoke, he pushed the lunchbox toward Zhao Damei.
"Eat up, or you're not taking that box with you."
Zhao Damei knew Zhou Qiqi's temper, so she had no choice but to eat it.
While she ate, Zhou Qiqi told her about what happened at Wang Dasao's house.
I thought Zhao Damei would be a little disappointed, but I didn't expect her to be much stronger than Zhou Qiqi. After learning about it, she just smiled.
"It's okay. No matter what, as long as we've done our best, that's enough. If this doesn't work, I'll just do something else. I have plenty of strength!"
Or perhaps it wasn't that she was strong, but rather that she had come into contact with the Wang family so many times that she knew it was bound to happen sooner or later.
Sure enough, three or four days later, when the agreed time for moving the flowers arrived, Zhao Damei gave the money to Wang Dasao.
After counting the money clearly in front of Zhao Damei, Sister-in-law Wang gave her twelve yuan and handed over another ten cents, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Big Mei, we've sold almost all the flowers at home recently, and there aren't any left to sell, so you don't need to come. You've worked hard these past few days."
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