Chapter 44 Zhuang Chaoying is jealous
Song Ying had a better figure, so after Huang Ling discussed with her, she asked her to take some photos wearing the sample clothes.
Huang Ling took these photos and went to the entrance of the art troupe to show them to the girls there.
The girls there are pretty, fashionable, and have a certain purchasing power.
She doesn't charge a deposit, and it's okay if you don't want the item after it's made. She can also help you alter it if it doesn't fit you after you buy it.
If the requirements are high, she also provides tailor-made services.
Everyone has some money during the Chinese New Year, so business is booming.
Several people's sewing machines were almost smoking.
After setting up a stall a few times to sell clothes, and adding the pigs she slaughtered this month, she earned a full thousand yuan.
We can have a prosperous new year.
Huang Ling discussed with Zhang Meiyun and Zhang Yongcheng about raising a pig and decided to keep half of it. The three of them shared it so that they could celebrate the New Year and no longer had to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy meat.
Zhang Yongcheng helped Huang Ling deliver her portion of meat to her home in the dark.
In today's society, there is no shortage of inequality. If you live too well, you will definitely be envied.
He was also a capable man. He wrapped the meat tightly with oilcloth so that others could not tell what it was.
Huang Ling couldn't move it, so Lin Wufeng and Song Ying came to help.
When Zhuang Chaoying came out of the house, they had already moved the meat to the kitchen.
"Brother Zhang, thank you! Come in and have some water!" Huang Ling invited.
"No, I have to be on duty at night, so I'll go back first." Zhang Yongcheng is a sensible person.
"A Ling, who is this?" Zhuang Chaoying asked.
"This must be Teacher Zhuang! Xiao Huang often mentions you. I'm Zhang Yongcheng from the meat processing plant. I'm here to deliver pork to Xiao Huang." Zhang Yongcheng introduced himself.
He extended his hand and then retracted it: "I won't shake hands with you because my hand is so greasy, Xiao Huang. I'm leaving now."
"Brother Zhang, please slow down." Huang Ling walked the man to the entrance of the alley.
Zhuang Chaoying heard Song Ying and her husband laughing in the kitchen and walked in.
"Teacher Zhuang, look, Sister Ling is really amazing. She bought so much good meat from the meat processing plant! I never thought we wouldn't have to queue up to buy meat!" Song Ying said happily.
Zhuang Chaoying felt jealous, because he knew that Huang Ling was capable.
She always gets things that are not easy for others to get.
But not only did they have to pay for it, but they also had it delivered to their door. This relationship seemed to be unusual.
Huang Ling went into the kitchen.
Song Ying said, "Sister Ling, I'll go find a scale!"
"What are you looking for a scale for?"
"Weigh it! I'll pay you by the pound."
"Hey, no need to bother. There are 40 kilograms in total here, and we can split it in half between our two families."
"No, your ribs and fat are the same price!"
"Why would I bother with you and me?"
Zhuang Chaoying's face became increasingly gloomy.
If you calculate it this way, you will lose a lot.
When Song Ying saw it, she winked at Huang Ling and continued, "That's definitely not possible. Even if it doesn't measure up, I'll have to pay a little more."
Huang Ling rolled her eyes at Zhuang Chaoying:
"I never mentioned how many snacks Tunan and Xiaoting ate from you for free. They all needed money to do their work. When I was away, they came to your house for dinner, but I never mentioned the fixed amount. Your rice didn't just come from the wind."
"That's not that much." Song Ying said with a smile.
"Listen to me, that's it! We'll make some preserved food together. I specifically asked for pig liver to make preserved pig liver. It's so delicious!"
"Okay, then. Listen to Sister Ling."
They got down to work right away and started cutting up the pork, with Huang Ling also helping out.
When he turned around, Zhuang Chaoying was standing there like a pillar.
"The place is not big, and you have seen pork before, so forget about looking at it. Teacher Zhuang, go read a book! If you want to eat, you have to wait until tomorrow." Huang Ling was polite and sarcastic.
"Let me do it! You must be tired after a day's work." Zhuang Chaoying took the knife from Huang Ling's hand.
"Yes, yes, you two go and have a rest! Teacher Zhuang and I will do it! I know how to do it! Don't worry!" Lin Wufeng also bumped into Song Ying.
"Okay! After it's pickled, don't put it in the yard. Put it on the back windowsill where no one can see it." Song Ying instructed.
"I know, I know."
Lin Wufeng didn’t know whether Zhuang Chaoying loved his wife or not, but he did.
He knew that Song Ying and Huang Ling were working hard to earn extra money so that their family could live a better life. In fact, thanks to their efforts, their lives were indeed much better.
The two of them were there, chatting:
"Teacher Zhuang, Sister Ling is really amazing. You married a good wife."
"Yeah, Song Ying is also very good!"
"That's right. Song Ying is also very good. She has suffered a lot following me."
"I suffered a lot, but I still have food, drink and a job, and you still call it suffering?" Zhuang Chaoying answered in surprise.
He felt that Song Ying had a very good life. The Lin family treated her well, they only had one child, and she had a job. Lin Wufeng also loved her very much.
"Following someone who is more capable will make life better, so I have to be good to her. She has given too much for me." Lin Wufeng said half to himself and half to Zhuang Chaoying.
Zhuang Chaoying did not respond.
He thought differently from Lin Wufeng. He felt that Huang Ling was too capable and that earning money to support the family was a man's job.
He didn't even know how much money Huang Ling earned, to be so generous as to give others dozens of kilograms of meat.
He felt something was slowly getting out of control.
Outside the door, Song Ying leaned close to Huang Ling's ear and said, "Just now when you were seeing someone off, Teacher Zhuang's face fell. He was jealous."
Huang Ling often forgets that she and Zhuang Chaoying are husband and wife.
In Huang Ling's eyes, he is just an NPC.
He is one of the tools used to return to the banker's house and abuse the banker's family.
So she stared at Song Ying in confusion and asked, "Jealous?"
"Don't pretend you don't understand! A man gets so much meat for you and sends it to your home. Think about it carefully. You are so good. If I were your man, I would be jealous and afraid that you would be snatched away by someone else."
"No, this is an internal event and we can't publicize it. Giving it away in broad daylight is like using a loudspeaker to publicize it," Huang Ling said speechlessly.
"That being said, on the other hand, it shows that Teacher Zhuang still cares about you."
"What he cared about was that I asked someone more capable than him to help him, which made him lose face, not any other emotions. He only had family ties with the Zhuang family, not love."
Song Ying didn't dare to answer.
"Why isn't he jealous of the male colleagues in my workshop and the kids in the maintenance workshop? We see each other every day and eat together every day. Isn't that more dangerous?"
Song Ying thought about it and it seemed to be the case.
"That's because he feels superior to our factory workers and thinks he's better than them. And in front of people like Zhang Yongcheng who are better than him, he feels particularly inferior. But he doesn't want to admit it, so he transfers his emotions outwardly, saying that I provoked these people. This gives him an advantage over me, and he uses this to cover up his own incompetence."
Song Ying shook her head: "I don't understand, but anyway, you are right."
Zhuang Chaoying was outside the door and heard everything clearly.
But he could only be angry helplessly.
After arranging the meat, Zhuang Chaoying returned to the house and called out, "A Ling..."
"If you want to buy meat for them, go and queue up yourself, don't think about me." Huang Ling knew what he was going to say and immediately blocked his way.
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