Chen Fu was frightened and trembled.
"I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"
Xianjin knocked the table with his knuckles, "Auntie Zhang, go to the store and get the account book!"
Aunt Zhang glanced at Chen Fu, frowned, turned around and ran out.
Chen Fu tilted his head in disbelief, "Hey! Zhang Ma, why should I listen to you?"
Xianjin folded his arms across his chest, looked at Chen Fu with a serious expression, and said nothing.
"I really didn't!"
Chen Fu was so anxious that he almost pointed his finger at the sky and swore, "When I was young, I was indeed coaxed into playing a few games. Now I just like to eat and drink. You have to believe your old father!"
"Besides, your father doesn't have the brains to gamble!"
That's true.
Xianjin pursed his lips and his expression relaxed a little.
If she really fell in love and went to the gambling table, she would have to take ruthless action to win Chen Fu over, even if it meant risking being labeled as unfilial and being condemned by the whole world - businessmen fear those three things the most. The ones with color are still okay, but the last two are like a dragon's den and a tiger's lair.
Her nouveau riche father and many of his self-made brothers were coaxed and deceived into boarding these two ships, and eventually lost everything they had and nearly broke their backs!
There is no hope for gamblers and drug addicts.
Don’t believe a single word these two types of people say.
Xianjin didn't say anything. He waited until Mother Zhang brought the account book, flipped through a few pages, and then closed the book.
I feel at ease now.
"Third Master, you can be as happy as you like."
Xian Jin looked serious and said, "As a girl, I don't care about anything. There are only three things you have to remember: you have to go to the shop, only when you go there can you get your monthly salary; you have to go home, if you don't go back, you must send someone to tell the old man."
"The last one - you must not touch it."
"If you show any sign of doing anything wrong, I will report you to the old lady. If the old lady wants to chop off your hand, I will stand by her side and hand her a knife."
Xianjin said it calmly.
Chen Fu shuddered again, answered in a muffled voice, and then listlessly laid on the table to eat the slices of meat under the rice.
Chen Zuo Niang stared at them in amazement. After a while, she lowered her head and asked Chen Jian Fang in a low voice, "...Jin Jie'er...at home...has always been..."
Has it always been this status?
To your stepfather, can you scold him if you want? Can you control him if you want? Can you argue with him if you want? !
Chen Jianfang paused for a moment, thought seriously, nodded, and continued in a low voice, "Yes, Jin Jieer has always been open-minded and knows her manners."
Chen Zuo Niang, old man looking at his mobile phone on the subway.jpg.
It seems like something is wrong somewhere, right?
Chen Zuo Niang didn't have time to think about it before she was called out again.
"…It depends on what Zuo Niang means. If you want to see her, let's go and see her. If not, let's look for her again." Xianjin replied, "There are a lot of fish in the pond. We should cast a net and catch at least three or five. Then we can compare and see who is fatter and who is thinner, who is tastier and who is tastier, right?"
Chen Zuo Niang lowered her head, her face flushed with shame, "No... forget it..."
Chen Jianfang raised his eyebrows slightly.
…..
Who would have thought that Xianjin didn't put in any effort to make arrangements, but the two of them met by chance - Song Ji's original shop on Shuidong Street was about to be completed, and Xianjin stayed in the shop for several days. Although he couldn't help much, it was much more reassuring to watch over the decoration than to have no one there.
After entering the dog days of summer, the heat is still bearable in the mornings and evenings, but it is the hottest at noon, and you will sweat all over your forehead even when you stand still.
Even though Xianjin is not afraid of heat, he still misses the cute air conditioners and electric fans.
Aunt Zhang was afraid that Xianjin would be too hot to eat, so she only made cold noodles, white porridge, steamed dumplings or steamed dumplings. Since Zuo Niang came frequently these days, she was the one who brought lunch to Xianjin and Suoer.
The shop was being closed down, and there was much less yellow dust and sawdust, with only the occasional "crunching" sound of sawing wood.
Zuo Niang looked around and asked in surprise, "Why is it arranged like this?"
Don't look like a paper shop, look more like a teahouse.
——There is a large empty space in the middle.
The three surrounding walls are all lined with cabinets, all of which are open and don’t even have doors!
There was no counter, only a long, thick wooden board of moderate width placed in the southeast corner.
"What is this?" Zuo Niang asked softly.
Xianjin buried his head in porridge and dried dumplings, "Bar."
Zuo Niang said, "Ah," "Bar?"
Suo'er also stuffed a dumpling into his mouth and said, "It's the place where tea and snacks are served."
"Tea? Snacks?"
Zuo Niang thought she had misheard, "Does our family not sell paper anymore?"
Xian Jin Gang wanted to speak, but he heard two honest greetings at the door, "Jin'er! Jin'er!"
Then half of a white and tender forehead popped out from behind the door.
Xianjin was stunned for a moment, then slapped his forehead, "My brain! I completely forgot that I had an appointment with Bo'er to have tea this afternoon."
Xianjin had just finished speaking.
That half of the forehead sprouted in the dazzling light of midsummer, followed by a fair and tender round face and a suitable body shape and height.
Although this bud has a round face, it unexpectedly has a pair of single eyelids. It looks harmless and very approachable.
As soon as Chen Zuo's mother raised her eyes, her cheeks immediately turned red from her chin to the tips of her ears.
As soon as Zhang Wenbo came in, he saw a girl in a goose yellow quilted skirt standing next to Xianjin. She had fair skin, nodded slightly, and had a gentle temperament.
Also, any normally dressed little girl standing next to a human-sized dung beetle will look gentle and soft.
Zhang Wenbo was stunned.
The wind chimes hanging under the window lattice rang, and Zhang Wenbo seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He lifted his robe, bowed and saluted, "I am Zhang Wenbo, a student from Huai'an Prefecture. I am sorry for my impoliteness."
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