Chapter 143: Asking for Money Wang Hui hadn’t finished admitting her mistake when she was hit by Wang Yongren…
It was a scorching July evening. Yueyue had already fallen asleep, and Wang Ying and Zhao Yunsheng, as usual, each occupied half of the long desk, working. The new floor fan they had bought this year was whirring and shaking.
Wang Ying heard the sound of Zhao Yunsheng crumpling up the manuscript paper and throwing it aside for the third time. She turned her head to look at him, only to see that Zhao Yunsheng had a frown on his face and looked annoyed, a look she had never seen before.
Wang Ying's heart skipped a beat, suddenly sensing something wasn't right with Zhao Yunsheng. She didn't immediately ask what was wrong. Instead, she stood up, stretched, and walked over to Zhao Yunsheng, only to see him immediately cover his desk with the manuscript.
Zhao Yunsheng had never been like this before. Wang Ying then remembered that Zhao Yunsheng had not shown her what he had written for a long time.
I heard that writers often experience creative bottlenecks. Could it be that Zhao Yunsheng had reached one? Wang Ying's mind flashed through his mind, but he ignored it and put his arm around his shoulders from behind. "It's getting late. Let's go to bed."
Zhao Yunsheng didn't write a single sentence the whole night and was in a very bad mood. He was about to ask Wang Ying to go to bed first, but Wang Ying directly took the pen from his hand, pulled his hand and asked him to stand up.
Wang Ying was already like this, so Zhao Yunsheng couldn't possibly refuse her. He stood up, turned around and forced a smile: "What's wrong? Do you want to sleep with me so much?"
"Yeah, it's very annoying." Wang Ying said, his voice sounding a little aggrieved.
Zhao Yunsheng was very surprised. He rarely saw Wang Ying with this expression and tone.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Yunsheng asked hurriedly, not caring that he couldn't write anything.
"New cookies, no progress." Wang Ying said.
"It seems like you've been trying out the recipe for quite some time?"
Wang Ying nodded: "Two months."
Zhao Yunsheng pulled Wang Ying onto the bed. Yueyue was sleeping soundly inside the mosquito net.
After Wang Ying lay down, Zhao Yunsheng got down and fixed the direction of the electric fan, then lay back on the bed and held Wang Ying in his arms. It was a hot day, and Wang Ying didn't really like being held like this, but today she endured it.
"Why is there no progress? Which step is stuck?" Zhao Yunsheng asked softly.
"It's still the sandwich part that I can't get to perfect," Wang Ying said. "I came up with the plan, and my superiors strongly supported me, and my team members also gave it their all. I'm really worried that I'll never be able to complete it, and I'll let my superiors down and my subordinates down."
Zhao Yunsheng had always thought Wang Ying was passionate about her work and that nothing could faze her. He hadn't expected her to feel so much pressure. Gently stroking Wang Ying's back, he whispered, "It's just a temporary setback. We've only been trying it for two months, which isn't a long time. It's a new product, after all. Take your time."
“Every time we try a recipe, we have to use a lot of raw materials. Most of the time, the food we make is inedible and it’s all wasted,” Wang Ying said quietly.
"This is all for the successful production of new products. We don't intend to waste it, so there's no need to blame ourselves," said Zhao Yunsheng.
"But I just can't get over it. Director Xiang said that if I made this product, he would go to Shanghai to teach. I couldn't do it, so I kept dragging him along." Wang Ying felt more and more aggrieved as she spoke, and she was about to cry.
Zhao Yunsheng had never seen Wang Ying like this before, and he quickly said, "Yingzi, this is not your fault. You can't blame everything on yourself."
Wang Ying didn't say anything. Zhao Yunsheng was worried that Wang Ying was crying, so he touched her face. Fortunately, there were no tears.
"Yingzi, no one can have smooth sailing. You are already very good. This setback is nothing..." Zhao Yunsheng comforted and enlightened Wang Ying in a soft voice until Wang Ying gradually fell asleep in his arms.
Yueyue didn't know if she was dreaming, but she kicked her feet twice and kicked off the sweat towel covering her belly. Zhao Yunsheng put his arm around Wang Ying and reached over her to cover his daughter with the sweat towel.
He looked at Wang Ying, then at his daughter, and suddenly smiled softly. The words he had just used to comfort Yingzi seemed to have comforted himself as well.
Why does he work? To secure a living, not to enjoy it. How many people work because they enjoy it? He's already become impatient after achieving a little success in writing...
Zhao Yunsheng thought for a long time alone, then he breathed a sigh of relief, and the depression in his heart was relieved. He went to hug Wang Ying again, but heard Wang Ying mutter "hot", pushed him away, turned over and refused to let him hug her.
"She was curled up in my arms and complaining pitifully before, but now she won't let me hold her." Zhao Yunsheng said softly, with his hands on Wang Ying's waist, and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Wang Ying sat up suddenly: "I figured it out!"
Zhao Yunsheng was awakened by Wang Ying and sat up with his eyes narrowed. "What did you think of?"
"It's the temperature, the temperature!" said Wang Ying.
"What temperature?" Zhao Yunsheng was puzzled.
Wang Ying said excitedly, "The filling! We've reached the final stage of research and development. Everything else is fine, except for the hardness of the filling. It's because it's summer since we started research and development..."
Wang Ying looked at Zhao Yunsheng, suddenly shut up, and got out of bed feeling a little guilty.
"Has the research and development reached the final stage? Isn't there no progress at all?" Zhao Yunsheng said.
"Hehe..." Wang Ying was a little annoyed and smiled awkwardly, imitating Zhao Yunsheng's usual manner.
Zhao Yunsheng felt a mixture of emotions. It turned out that he wasn't the one trying to enlighten Yingzi, but Yingzi was trying to enlighten him in various ways! He didn't know how or when she discovered this.
Zhao Yunsheng suddenly jumped off the bed, hugged Wang Ying in his arms, and kissed her hard on the face.
Wang Ying was startled by Zhao Yunsheng and propped his arm on his chest: "What are you doing?"
Zhao Yunsheng kissed Wang Ying hard on the lips again: "Leaders are always cunning."
"How could I!" Wang Ying blushed. She blamed herself for the dream she had just had. She dreamed that all the fillings had melted. Suddenly, she remembered that the problem might be caused by not properly controlling the temperature of the raw materials...
"Are you angry?" Wang Ying asked.
"That would be so ungrateful of me," Zhao Yunsheng said. "My wife comforted me and enlightened me in such a subtle way. If I were still angry, would I still be a human being? I'd be so happy that I'd lose my mind."
Zhao Yunsheng held Wang Ying in his arms and rubbed him hard, making Wang Ying breathless.
"Yingzi, why are you so nice?" Zhao Yunsheng felt that he had thought things through more thoroughly than last night. Not only was he impetuous, but he was also too greedy and almost lost his original intention of writing. He didn't dare to think about what the consequences would be if he continued to immerse himself in such emotions.
Fortunately, fortunately there is Yingzi.
"Okay, let me go, your daughter is awake." Wang Ying said.
Only then did Zhao Yunsheng let go of Wang Ying, his mentality completely different from yesterday.
Wang Ying picked up Yueyue, and Zhao Yunsheng took his daughter from Wang Ying's arms, and the family of three went downstairs.
While eating breakfast, Zhao Yunsheng looked at Wang Ying from time to time, and his eyes seemed to melt Wang Ying.
Chen Xiuqin found it unbearable to watch. After being married for several years and having a child, her son was still so in love with his wife. Is this what it means to be a natural romantic?
Zhao Yunsheng was in a good mood, and his attitude at work had changed. Work was work. Ultimately, it was just his own lack of confidence, his fear of quitting, his need for job security. Why should he be so hypocritical? Who can have a constant flow of inspiration? "A literary talent is naturally formed, a gift of the hand." He still wanted to "achieve" it every day? How greedy!
Zhao Yunsheng handed in the report he was supposed to write today. His leader looked at him and thought, "You wrote it quickly and well today." These days, he's been regretting promoting Zhao Yunsheng, feeling he's too undisciplined and a bit conceited, like he's gotten carried away by his book. His demeanor seems different today, so he's decided to observe him for a few more days. If he continues to behave like before, he won't have to be the team leader anymore.
Being unable to become a leader is one thing, but being demoted after becoming one is another; that is a professional stain, and can even become a life stain. Zhao Yunsheng didn't realize that he had invisibly averted a career crisis until much later, when his old leader told him about it, wondering why he had suddenly changed his mind.
Why else? Because he has a good wife who is thoughtful and willing to spend time and energy on him.
After Wang Ying noticed the temperature problem, he immediately told his team members after work.
Lu Zhongming said: "But the temperature is always regulated."
"What you are talking about is the baking temperature, but what I am talking about is the temperature of the raw materials," said Wang Ying.
"Does the temperature of the raw materials also have an impact?" Several people were a little confused.
"That's right. The temperature of the raw materials is different, and the finished embryos will be different. You can lower the temperature of the raw materials as I said. Try it and you will know." Wang Ying said confidently.
"Okay." Several people did not hesitate any more, since they had tried it many times anyway.
After three days of testing, the stability of the sandwich was greatly improved.
"It's indeed related to the temperature. Do we need to heat the room appropriately in winter?" Zhou Qianjin asked Wang Ying.
"Indeed." Lu Zhongming said from the side.
"The conditions are still limited now, and the workshop cannot achieve constant temperature. Once the workshop has a constant temperature, there will be no need to adjust it, and the finished products will be more stable." Wang Ying said.
Several people yearn for a constant temperature workshop, but they don’t know when it will be possible.
"Okay, now it's time for the final debugging, and we'll try to finish it within a week," said Wang Ying.
"Okay." The team members responded in unison.
Wang Ying returned to the office and saw Director Xiang reading a book.
Seeing Wang Ying return with a smile on his face, Director Xiang put down his book and asked, "How's it going? Is it stable?"
"Well, it's basically stable. The main reason is that the workshop cannot maintain constant temperature and humidity, which caused us to take a detour," said Wang Ying.
"It's a constant temperature and humidity laboratory," Director Xiang said. "For such a large factory, if we want to maintain constant temperature and humidity, the electricity bill would be terrifying."
"So I'm just enjoying it for now. I'll definitely be able to do it in the future." Wang Ying said, looking at Director Xiang seriously, "Director, you can discuss the time for admission with the school."
"Let's talk about it later." Xiang Huaimin lowered his head to read again.
Wang Ying was anxious and jumped in front of Director Xiang. "Why are you talking about this again? My new product will definitely be produced within two weeks. Please contact the school now. The new semester in September will be just in time for classes!"
Director Xiang looked up at her and said, "You've arranged everything for me very clearly."
"That makes sense," Wang Ying said. "What are you still hesitating about? Are you unsure which school to choose? I can give you some advice."
"No," Director Xiang said, "Go ahead and do your thing. I know what's going on."
"Don't you have any other concerns in your mind? If so, please tell me." Wang Ying said.
"You're so long-winded, get to work!" Director Xiang got angry.
Wang Ying felt that she had hit the mark, but she did not continue talking at this moment and obediently returned to her office.
A week later, the finished sandwich cookies came out, and Wang Ying and the leaders tasted the finished products together.
After finishing his meal, Director Qian nodded: "Just in terms of taste, it's much better than the digital cookies."
"The number cookies are mainly for children and are not too sweet," said Wang Ying.
"The filling in the middle tastes very good, a bit like White Rabbit milk candy, but a little softer. When you bite it, it's crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. It's delicious," Zheng Liancheng added.
"The pattern on this cookie is pretty good too, a panda, which happens to be our brand."
Wang Ying thought, it's a shame she can't get cocoa powder in China right now. Otherwise, she could make the black and white sandwich cookies she loved the world over in her past life, which would have been more fitting for the Panda brand. But the cookies were also popular because they weren't available in China, and with all the advertising, they were just so-so.
"The product has been made, and I have finalized the packaging with Comrade Qiu. The next step is to promote it on the market," said Wang Ying.
"Whether we will hold an event this time, when the digital cookies were launched, there was a gimmick called 'Children's Day gift for children'," said Director Zhao.
"I don't think it's necessary. We have already opened up the market with digital biscuits. Our products are recognized in most parts of the country. The sandwich biscuits themselves taste good, so we won't have trouble selling them," said Zheng Liancheng.
The meeting lasted an entire afternoon, and many matters before the cookies were put on the market were decided. Both plates of cookies were eaten up.
The sandwich biscuits were first sold in the food factory's own stores and the Beichong Department Store, and were an immediate hit, especially among young people, who always enjoy new things.
Wang Hui looked at the sandwich cookies that Du Wenxiu and Yu Fei had bought for Huanhuan and snorted inwardly: "My eldest sister must have made this again!" She's really good at taking shortcuts. These cookies must have been copied from her past life. They look just like the real thing, but I wonder how they taste.
Wang Hui opened a pack of biscuits, took one and put it in her mouth.
Du Wenxiu tutted, "You're already grown up, yet you're fighting with a kid for food! We bought this for Huanhuan!"
Wang Hui handed the biscuits to Huanhuan. Huanhuan took one, but did not eat it herself. Instead, she gave it to Du Wenxiu: "Aunt, have it."
"Auntie doesn't want to eat, Huanhuan will." Du Wenxiu turned to Wang Hui, "Huanhuan is much more sensible than you."
Huanhuan gave the biscuits to Yu Fei again, but Yu Fei refused to take them.
Wang Hui boasted: "The children I raised are sensible, isn't it because of me?"
"Come, Huanhuan, give the biscuits to your aunt." Du Wenli waved at Huanhuan.
Huanhuan was about to hand it over, but Wang Hui snatched it away and stuffed it into Huanhuan's mouth, saying, "You're already grown up, and you're still an aunt, snatching food from a child."
Du Wenli was so angry that she wanted to argue with Wang Hui again, but she remembered that person at school who asked her to be more gentle, so she held back and ran back to her room. Du Wenli was in her third year of high school this year. She had secretly started a relationship with a boyfriend at school. They had agreed to take the college entrance exam together, but the boyfriend disliked her bad temper and kept asking her to be more gentle.
"Hey, Du Wenli is crazy. She didn't even argue with me." Wang Hui said.
Du Wenxiu said: "Our Wenli has grown up, so she won't argue with you. But you are still acting like a child."
Wang Hui grinned, "I'm happy to."
Wang Hui ate another biscuit, and Du Wenxiu said angrily, "Leave some for the child! If you keep doing this, I'll never buy food for Huanhuan again!"
Wang Hui ignored Du Wenxiu and ate the biscuits bite by bite. As she ate, she sighed and thought, "Sister, these biscuits are so delicious. They are no worse than the foreign imported biscuits in my previous life."
Du Wenxiu looked at Wang Hui and said, "These cookies were made by your eldest sister. You said you are sisters, so why are you so different?"
"That's right." Wang Hui sighed again. They were sisters, both reborn, so why were they so different? How was she any worse than her elder sister?
Du Wenxiu originally wanted to mock Wang Hui, but she didn't expect Wang Hui's reaction. She thought she was hopeless and pulled Yu Fei to the kitchen to find Sun Qiaoling.
Wang Hui ate another piece of her daughter's biscuit before twisting the seal shut and putting it back in her room.
After Du Wenxiu and Yu Fei left, Sun Qiaoling came to Wang Hui's room.
"Huihui, do you want this job?" Sun Qiaoling said, "I'll be retiring at the end of the year."
Sun Qiaoling worked at the agricultural supplies station, but Wang Hui felt there was no future for her and casually said, "I don't want it."
"If you really don't want it, I'll give it to someone else." Sun Qiaoling said.
"To whom?" Wang Hui became alert.
"Yu Fei's little sister, I'm not asking for it for free. I'm paying for it." Sun Qiaoling said.
Wang Hui's eyes rolled. "No matter how much I pay, Mom should give me half of the money. After all, if I go, it's mine. When I sell it, it's also money."
Wang Hui doesn't work and has no income, and Du Jianguo's salary is not much either. She feels it is not enough to spend and there is already a hole in her pocket.
Sun Qiaoling was considered to be tolerant of Wang Hui, but after hearing what she said, she was so angry that she couldn't say a word.
"No wonder my sister-in-law and uncle-in-law came back today and bought biscuits for Huanhuan. So that's what they were planning." Wang Hui added, "Mom, you can't sell them cheaply. If someone takes my place, my pension will be deducted."
"If you don't sell it, go to work!" Sun Qiaoling said angrily.
"Then I won't go. Your agricultural supply station has no future, so why would I want to go there?"
"You think you have a future just by lying at home every day?" Sun Qiaoling became more and more angry as she spoke.
"Isn't it me who does the housework? I'm not the one who takes care of Huanhuan, and I'm not the one who takes care of the old lady?" Wang Hui said, "Okay, Mom, I won't argue with you. You have to give me your share of the money after you sell your job! Otherwise, tell Jianguo to give me his salary every month and not hand it over."
Sun Qiaoling was so angry with Wang Hui that she was fuming. She couldn't communicate with Wang Hui, so she went to find Li Fengju.
After hearing what Sun Qiaoling said, Li Fengju felt that Wang Hui had completely disgraced her. However, she could not just criticize Wang Hui. She could only say, "Qiaoling, you should scold her when you need to. Don't spoil her. She has the mentality of a child."
"That's just the nature of children. They even compete with Huanhuan for snacks," said Sun Qiaoling.
Li Fengju's face turned red with anger. She also knew Wang Hui's problem. When she went back to her parents' home, Huanhuan didn't eat as much as she did.
"Qiaoling, Huihui, this really can't work. We can't be with her forever! She has to grow up eventually, right? I'm telling you the truth from the bottom of my heart. I really regret it. If I hadn't switched marriages, I would have had much less worries."
Li Fengju refused to listen. Wasn't it Sun Qiaoling who wanted to change jobs in the first place? She said, "I'll try to persuade her later. I still have a job, and if it doesn't work out, I'll force her to take my job. As for the money you made from selling your job, ignore her and don't give her a cent."
Sun Qiaoling went to Li Fengju to complain, and then went home to tell Wang Hui what Li Fengju had said. Wang Hui was so angry that she ran back to Old Wang's house the next day.
"Mom, why are you holding me back? What's wrong with me taking some money from my mother-in-law? Besides, my request is reasonable." Wang Hui argued with Li Fengju.
"What do you mean by reasonable and logical? I think all your logic is fallacious," said Li Fengju.
"How twisted is that! She was supposed to give me the job, so I can pretend to take it over and then sell it, and the money will be all mine!" Wang Hui felt annoyed when she thought about her own hole, and started arguing with her mother.
The argument between the mother and daughter intensified, and Wang Hui lost her temper and said, "If you don't let me get money from my mother-in-law, then give me money!"
Li Fengju thought of what happened before and took a deep breath: "Did you spend money recklessly again?"
Wang Hui's eyes were evasive and she didn't dare to look at her mother for a moment. She didn't know how the money disappeared while she was spending it. She didn't do anything and didn't spend it recklessly. By the time she found out, the money was gone.
Li Fengju was so angry that she went forward and hit Wang Hui, but not on the face, but on the back.
This was the first time in Wang Hui's life that she was beaten by her mother. She looked at Li Fengju in shock: "Mom! You hit me!"
"What's wrong with hitting you! I can't hit you! What did I tell you last time! What did you promise me?" Li Fengju was shaking with anger.
Wang Yongren got off work late and came home to hear the mother and daughter arguing. Huanhuan was crying in the yard. He quickly picked up Huanhuan and asked, "What's going on? What are you arguing about? The child is scared and crying."
"Your daughter! How dare you dig a hole in your husband's family!" Li Fengju covered her chest, feeling uncomfortable.
Wang Yongren frowned: "Huihui, what did you do?"
Wang Hui gave up and said, "I just spent some money! It's not much! It includes my savings. I wanted to ask my mother-in-law for some money, but my mother told her not to give it to me and she's holding me back."
Li Fengju pointed at Wang Hui, her hands trembling. "I gave you two hundred dollars last time, and you spent it again! You..."
"What do you mean two hundred? When did you give her money?" Wang Yongren didn't know about this yet, and his tone became fierce. "Who told you to give her money?"
Seeing her parents like this, Wang Hui was furious and shouted at them, "You're so stingy! It's just two hundred yuan, what's that? You're both working and you don't have any burdens. Don't you have even this little bit of money? What's wrong with giving me a little? You said before that you would give me all your property in the future, but now you don't mean it anymore?"
"Wang Hui!" Wang Yongren yelled, scaring Huanhuan in his arms. She had been crying softly, but now she burst into tears.
Li Fengju was so angry at Wang Hui's words that she almost fainted.
Wang Yongren patted Huanhuan's back and coaxed her, "Don't be afraid, baby. Grandpa didn't mean to scare you."
Li Fengju covered her chest and felt her heart bleeding.
Seeing her parents like this, Wang Hui felt a little scared. She took small steps to her mother, pulled her mother's arm, and said coquettishly, "Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please hit me again."
Li Fengju pulled back her arm, not allowing Wang Hui to pull her, and looked at Wang Hui with disappointment.
Wang Yongren finally managed to coax Huanhuan into a good mood, and said to Li Fengju, "Take Huanhuan and let him rest."
Wang Hui had a bad feeling and wanted to leave with her mother, but was stopped by Wang Yongren.
"Dad...I was wrong..."
“Bang!”
Before Wang Hui could finish her apology, Wang Yongren slapped her in the face.
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