He Tingyan glanced at his nephew, who was folding his arms in anger. "Do you think this is Monopoly? You just buy cabbages and buy them?"
"Uncle!" He Xing said earnestly, "You can earn more money if you spend it on cabbage, but if you lose your wife, you're gone forever! You decide for yourself!!!"
“…”
He Tingyan closed the computer and patted He Xing on the head: "Go, do your homework."
"I finished it a long time ago."
"What did the tutor assign?"
"Uncle, do you really have to torture your army and division like this?"
"Be quiet, I'll come back to check." He Tingyan picked up his coat and pushed the door open.
"Where are you going, uncle?"
He Xing hurriedly put on his shoes and chased after him, but there was no one in sight.
Mr. He walked out of the kitchen holding his reading glasses.
"Xing, where has your uncle been? He walked so fast, like a gust of wind, he scared me."
"He should be... buying 'cabbage'." He Xing's round eyes rolled around, and he immediately reacted, covering his mouth and laughing.
"Buy Chinese cabbage?"
Mr. He looked puzzled.
The grandson actually went to the market to buy vegetables himself?
When did he become so virtuous?
Forget it, I’m too lazy to think about it. It just so happens that he just burnt the tomatoes, so he asked the boy to bring back a few more pounds.
The old man took out the old phone from his apron and dialed the number.
"Grandpa, what are you doing?"
"Didn't your uncle go to the market? I asked him to bring back some tomatoes."
He Xing quickly jumped up and held his hand to stop him, saying, "No, Great Grandpa, please don't make things more complicated. Uncle is not really going to the market to buy cabbage."
"But didn't you just say..."
"Grandpa, you misunderstood! This cabbage is not that cabbage. Uncle went to buy something for Sister Xixi."
"Buying something for Xi girl?"
"Yeah."
"Are you going to buy an engagement ring?" Mr. He's eyes lit up with excitement.
He Xing waterfall sweat.
His great-grandfather's imagination...
"No...but it will be soon."
"Okay, then I won't bother them anymore!"
In order to show his firm determination, the old man turned off his mobile phone.
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Just after the teacher appreciation banquet, Wen Xi received a call from the magazine asking her to come over.
"What's up?"
"It's hard to explain over the phone, so why don't you come to the office quickly? I'll talk to you in person about Xiaoxi."
"good."
The editor on the other end of the phone spoke in a low tone, and Wen Xi didn't ask any more questions.
"What's wrong, Xiaoxi?"
"Nothing, Mom and Dad, you guys go back first, I have to go to the magazine office."
"We'll take you there."
"No, the bus here is very convenient and goes directly there."
Actually, they needed to change buses, but something might have happened at Intuition Magazine, so Wen Xi didn't let them go because she was afraid they would worry if they knew.
Ever since submitting the manuscript, Editor Hao has been working very hard to prepare for the publication of the picture book. He has never looked as listless as he does now, and there's something wrong with his voice.
"Fireworks" magazine is located in an office building in the old city. The 18-story building was built more than 20 years ago. The exterior walls are a bit mottled and old, and only a patch of green climbing plants makes it look a bit lively.
It was past seven o'clock, well past the time to get off work, but the office on that floor of the magazine was still brightly lit, and the atmosphere was a little tense.
"Oh, how could we run into this? It's really..."
As soon as Wen Xi stepped into Bian Hao's office, he heard someone sighing.
It was an old editor sitting opposite Hao Kaixin, whose surname seemed to be Xiao. He was muttering while wiping the glasses in his hand.
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