Chapter 191 Do you still want to go to jail?
The smile on Fan Qingyi's face froze, and she looked at the taxi passing by.
Inside the car, a familiar face engraved in her dusty memory flashed by.
She watched the figure turn sideways to look out the window, and then turn around to look in her direction behind the car.
Through the blurry rear glass, she seemed to meet that line of sight, but it seemed that she didn't.
Fan Qingyi raised her hand and waved twice.
"Mom?"
Li Liuli walked to her side and looked in the direction of her line of sight, "Who are you greeting?"
"A... very important person to mom."
Li Liuli said, and the next second, her hand was grabbed by her sister and waved away.
Fan Qingyi laughed.
Li Zhenzhu squeezed Li Liuli, and the two sisters chattered and fought for the rag to wipe the plaque on the door.
In the taxi that drove away, Bo Qihua's face was full of tears.
The next day, Fan Qingyi made two breakfasts, and packed one directly into the lunch box.
Not long after breakfast, Teacher Cao came to pick people up on a small tricycle.
Fan Qingyi took the lunch box into the car, "I cooked two more bowls of porridge, a few scallion pancakes, and a few side dishes. They are all common dishes at home. I don’t know if they suit your taste. If Teacher Cao has any dishes you like, you can tell me."
"How can I be so embarrassed?"
Teacher Cao didn't want to accept it. This was not extra food. I made it specially for him because he mentioned it yesterday.
Fan Qingyi smiled, "Teacher Cao opened a small stove for them, but he didn't charge us any money."
She wanted an address to deliver lunch to them at noon, but Teacher Cao didn't give it to her.
Fan Qingyi didn't force it. She asked the child to go there on the first day to get familiar with the way, and then find someone to deliver it directly tomorrow.
It doesn't make sense for people to give their own children free tutoring and ask them to give them a meal.
The children are growing up, they can eat.
After watching the two or three people walk away, Fan Qingyi put Li Shanhu into the space and left. Good luck comes.
The textile factory started working on the sixth day of the New Year, and the surrounding businesses came back one after another.
Fan Qingyi chatted with the Sun family next door and prepared the meat and vegetables for the opening of the next day.
Around ten o'clock, the four members of the Song family arrived.
Song Chengran's school starts after the 15th. He had nothing to do at home for the past ten days, so Auntie Song brought him to the town again.
He called the twins as soon as he entered the house. When he learned that they were taking extra classes, he asked in surprise, "They are so good at studying, why do they still need extra classes?"
Fan Qingyi told them that the two were going to participate in a math competition.
Song Chengran looked frustrated, "They can all participate in the competition. Our teacher said that we can't even give them a foothold. The gap is too big..."
Jiang Yanhong looked at her son and sighed.
She felt that she had delayed her son's development by not transferring him to the town to study earlier.
Fan Qing thought of what Teacher Cao said yesterday and relayed the general idea to them.
Aunt Song waved her hands, "We all know how capable this kid is. Even if he is given the opportunity to take the exam, he won't be able to pass it like A'li and Zhuzhu. It's better for him to finish the fourth grade peacefully in the countryside, and then try again during the summer vacation when the six primary schools start recruiting students from outside."
"...I'm afraid this kid won't pass the exam during the summer vacation..."
Song Youwei had just finished speaking when his wife elbowed him, "Son has made great progress in the past six months, right, Chengran?"
Cheng Ran hung his head and hummed, all the energy and spirit he had when he came was gone.
Jiang Yanhong patted his head with amusement, "Although you can't participate in the competition, you still have the ability to enter the sixth primary school during the summer vacation. Didn't A'li and Zhuzhu say so?"
"Yes." Song Chengran reacted and stood up all of a sudden, "I can answer all the questions they gave me."
Auntie Song also laughed, "Go ahead, go play with Xiao Shanhu."
"I'm here to work and earn money." Song Chengran rolled up his sleeves and looked up at Fan Qingyi.
Fan Qingyi smiled, "Okay, I'll give you the same salary as before the New Year. I've put the dishes for tomorrow in the back kitchen. Go wash the dishes first." "
Hey." Song Chengran happily went to the back.
Song Youwei went to wash his oden cart.
Auntie Song put the food she brought on the table and rolled up her sleeves to start working.
Jiang Yanhong pulled Fan Qingyi and whispered, "Sister-in-law, someone went to the village to look for you. Have you seen any suspicious people in the past two days?"
Fan Qingyi nodded.
Jiang Yanhong frowned, "They didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"
[Why is this person so dishonest? Didn't he agree not to harass my sister-in-law? ! He shouldn't have told them that my sister-in-law opened a store here. ]
Fan Qingyi smiled and said, "No, he just looked at me from a distance and left without saying anything."
Jiang Yanhong was relieved.
"That's good, that's good."
She was really afraid that Bo Qihua would use her identity as a biological mother to force her sister-in-law to go to Hong Kong with her.
It's good that he didn't...
This year passed quickly. She went to Beijing but returned empty-handed. Her biological mother came to find her and left again.
But overall, Fan Qingyi felt that this year was very happy.
Because Brother Wenfeng is still alive.
She doesn't have to look forward to the unknown in despair like she did in the past six months.
Now, she can wait for Brother Wenfeng to come back with hope.
In the afternoon, a worker on duty at the textile factory saw that Good Luck was opening the door, so he came over specially.
"Sister Fan, are you open today? I haven't eaten for half a month, and I really miss this pot."
Fan Qingyi smiled and shook his head, "I'm afraid it won't work today, the bone soup is still boiling at home, maybe tomorrow..."
Those people had to leave with regret.
With the addition of a few more people from the Song family, the speed of washing vegetables and cutting meat was much faster. By dark, all the preparations that needed to be done were done.
Jiang Yanhong cooked dinner, and the few people ate, divided the work, cheered each other up, and went back to their homes to prepare for the opening of the next day.
The first day of business after the Chinese New Year, the first day of work for the textile factory, many people came to this hot pot for good luck.
Not long after the noon bell rang, the store was crowded with people who came to eat.
Some wanted hot pot, some wanted rice, and some wanted oden. There was constant laughter and chatter, and it was very lively.
"Fan Qingyi, get out of here!"
A very discordant voice came from the lively noise.
The store was quiet for a few seconds, and many people looked outside the store.
Song Youwei stopped Li Sangchen who was about to rush in, "What do you want to do?!"
"You rotten piece of shit, you stinky bitch, you deserve to die! I tell you, you're not done with sending us to jail! I'll come here to scold you when I have nothing to do in the future, I'll scold anyone who comes to eat, I don't want to see who dares to come to your store to eat..."
Sister Li put her hands on her waist, her face was livid, she spitted and cursed at the store.
Jiang Yanhong rushed out with a spoon in her hand, "I told you to scold, I told you to scold..."
"Look, good luck is coming to beat someone to death..."
Sister Li made a big fuss, and the people who were yelling felt their ears hurt and were annoyed.
Auntie Song walked out with a cold face, "Why waste your words on them? If you say one more word, go across the street and call the police."
Fan Qingyi followed closely behind, nodded after hearing Auntie Song's words, and looked at the haggard Boss Li.
"If you still want to go to jail, we'll call now."