Chapter 66 Dad Taking Care of the Baby
The man's voice was very gentle on the phone.
"Okay, what time are you leaving?"
Anmi clipped her phone to her ear and started folding clothes.
"I'm packing my things, and we'll be leaving soon."
"Hmm." The man didn't ask her why.
He only said, "Be careful."
Anmi said, "I left the key on the cabinet in the elevator lobby, behind the little deer on the third shelf."
"Um."
"I've written down how to feed Mimi and put it on the dining table. Everything is on the balcony. Just follow the instructions."
"good."
"Don't open the sliding window on the balcony. It likes to jump up and down every year, it's too crazy, I'm afraid it will fall down."
"knew."
The man listened patiently as she explained, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of them."
"Mmm." Anmi breathed a sigh of relief.
He whispered, "Thank goodness for you!"
A deep laugh came from the receiver: "Really? Then how about considering taking me in?"
?
Anmi blinked.
Should we take him in?
How to collect it?
She immediately realized the meaning of those words.
"Uh... um... I'm running out of time, I need to pack my things quickly, bye!"
After hanging up the phone, my cheeks burned instantly.
This person…
He really doesn't miss any opportunity to flirt with her.
…
The earliest high-speed rail ticket to Huide County is available for 8:10 AM.
Anmi carefully checked all the doors and windows in her house before leaving.
The moment the door closed, the two little ones squatted in the entryway, tilting their heads and looking at her together.
Anmi closed her eyes, unable to bear watching.
No wonder they say children are the best way to hold a mother's heart.
She truly understands this now.
At 10 o'clock, Anmi got off the bus in front of the noodle shop.
On the phone, An Ting only gave her a general overview of the situation, without going into the specific details.
On the way, she recounted what had happened:
An Ting's noodle shop has been open in De County for more than ten years and has many regular customers, as well as neighbors who often patronize it.
It's the most famous noodle shop on this street.
Just last month, the shop next door was sold and someone went in to renovate.
At first, Anting didn't know what it did; she just thought it was an ordinary beverage shop.
After the renovation was completed, it turned out to be the same noodle shop.
As long as your competitors do business well, there's nothing wrong with it.
But this newly opened noodle shop makes all the noodles just like Anting's shop, and each bowl of noodles is five yuan cheaper than hers.
For many years, An Ting's noodle shop has insisted on hand-pulling the noodles.
The neighboring shop uses semi-finished products purchased online.
Because it was newly renovated, the restaurant has a nice environment, so many people come to eat there.
The shop has launched an "ugly" group buy, and business is getting better every day.
As a result, business at Anting Noodle Shop declined.
She felt that she was out of touch with the times.
Nowadays, young people prefer to order takeout, and few are willing to travel such a long distance just for a bowl of noodles.
When An Ting had free time, she would chat with the aunties who helped out at the store, saying that she also wanted to open a ChouTuan delivery service.
But neither of them knew anything about it.
Just when she was wondering what to do, An Ting came across an advertisement on a short video platform.
This advertisement is exactly what teaches merchants how to open a group-buying platform.
When An Ting saw the option to contact someone via private message at the end of the video, she immediately clicked on it and started chatting with the person.
The other party guided her to add WeChat, told her that they were staff members of ChouTuan, and showed her a bunch of case studies and documents, giving An Ting examples of how opening a ChouTuan account could increase sales and generate profits.
An Ting was easily swayed and had no experience with this kind of thing. After chatting with that person for a while, she unwittingly transferred 30,000 yuan, which was supposedly a deposit.
Five minutes after the money was transferred, she discovered that she had been blocked.
It was only then that An Ting realized she had been scammed.
30,000 yuan is no small amount; it would take selling countless bowls of noodles day and night to earn it back!
She quickly took her phone and went to the police station to report the incident.
But she was too emotional, and since she had never called the police before, she couldn't stop crying after only a few words.
The police couldn't take her statement, so they asked her if she had any other family members, or if her children could come with her.
An Ting then called An Mi.
Although what I said was still incoherent, it was much better than when I was at the police station.
Anmi thus learned the whole story.
She glanced at the noodle shop next door.
At this time, Anting's noodle shop has already closed, but there are still delivery drivers waiting for orders at the shop next door.
Times are changing rapidly; it's no longer the era where good wine needs no bush.
Nowadays, no matter how good something is, it needs exposure.
Otherwise, it will simply sink without a trace and disappear into obscurity.
Anmi pushed open the door of her family's noodle shop.
"mom!"
An Ting was staring blankly at the TV. When she saw her come in, she forced a smile and said, "My darling is back?"
Anmi felt a pang of sadness.
"Mother…"
She went over and hugged An Ting tightly, gently patting her back.
An Ting has a very kind and gentle personality. When she was little, she often saw An Ting cooking noodles for elderly beggars who passed by her door.
Anting would also feed stray cats and dogs.
Her world was simple, consisting only of Anmi and a small noodle shop.
This 30,000 yuan scam was a bolt from the blue for her.
"Mom, get some rest. I'll go with you to the police station tomorrow. We'll definitely get the money back!"
An Ting must have cried many times; her face was expressionless.
"Okay, thank you, baby."
She got up to close the shop door, and Anmi followed behind her to help.
They turned off the lights and went upstairs together.
Anmi watched her lie down before returning to her room, feeling relieved.
It's almost ten o'clock now.
Anmi lay in bed thinking about Anting's expression, too sad to fall asleep.
bite--
The WeChat notification sound has gone off.
The room was dark, but the light from the screen illuminated the ceiling.
Anmi turned on her phone.
The first thing you see is a photo of Mimi eating milk cake with big bites.
"I'm eating very well."
"The other one was beaten up too."
"rest assured"
Upon seeing this, Anmi's lips curled up slightly.
A warm current welled up in her heart, soothing her fluctuating emotions.
She typed a few times on the keyboard, only managing to type "thank you".
I thought about it and then deleted it.
"Mimi is so cute"
The message was sent out and a reply came right away.
"I think so too."
“Heh~” Anmi chuckled.
Just as I was about to ask him, "What about Niannian?", a photo popped up in the chat box.
In the photo, the man looks at the person next to him who is tightly holding the pigtail with both hands and smiles gently.
An ambiguous atmosphere permeated the two of them.
Anmi recognized it immediately – it was the same sightseeing bus she had taken at Qingji Island Park last time.
She initially thought he was taking pictures of the scenery above her, but little did she know he was secretly taking pictures of her…
A little flower quietly blooms in my heart.
Another line came from the other side.
"Mimi is the cutest"
"..."
Anmi's heart began to race.
Sweet bubbles kept overflowing.
But when she thought of An Ting next door, her lips fell again.
Now... is not the time to be so happy.
"Get some rest."
She suppressed her excitement and replied.
There was a moment of silence on the other side.
"Okay, you too."
I turned off my phone, and the ceiling fell into darkness again.
Anmi lay in bed, her unease rising and falling like the tide.
I hope everything goes smoothly tomorrow.
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