At 11 a.m., He Wenlin's family, along with other people, arrived at He Wenhua's rented house one after another.
Luckily, the rented house was big enough, otherwise there wouldn't have been enough room for so many people.
The dishes were all prepared, and the brothers He Wenhua and He Wenjun were in charge of cooking.
The others chattered amongst themselves.
"Mom, give me some money." Zhang Xintian suddenly arrived, and the first thing he said upon seeing Tang Ping was to ask her for money.
"What do you need the money for?" Tang Ping asked. "Where are you setting up your stall now? I can't get in touch with you. You didn't even call me once. Do you still remember I'm your mother?"
"I lost my phone book and don't have your numbers. I can't leave my stall to make ends meet."
"So, what brings you here today?"
Zhang Xintian said, "My food cart was stolen, I need to buy a new one."
"The food cart is missing?"
"Yes, Mom, give me another 1,500."
"Where did you spend 1,500 on the food cart? Do you think I'm digging for gold? Where exactly are you setting up your stall? You've been here for so long, haven't you even made enough to buy a food cart?"
"Business isn't very good; it can't compare to yours."
"How long have you been running this stall? Almost two months, right? You haven't even made any money from the food cart. What's the point of running a stall? I think you should go work in a factory."
“I’m not going to work in a factory. The working hours are so long, it’s so boring,” Zhang Xintian said.
"What isn't tiring? You sell snacks at a stall, aren't you tired?" Tang Ping said, then seemed to remember something and asked, "How many times a day do you sell?"
"Hey, why are you asking so many questions? Just one question: money, are you going to give it to me or not?" Zhang Xintian said impatiently.
"If you're not making any money, why are you setting up a stall? No way."
Zhang Xintian turned and left in a huff.
"Xiao Tian, dinner's almost ready. We can talk about it after we eat." He Dashun pulled Zhang Xintian aside.
Zhang Xintian shoved He Dashun aside: "None of your business! Get out of my way!"
Seeing this, He Wenhua put down the spatula and angrily said, "How dare you talk to my dad like that? Eat it if you like, get out if you don't!"
Tang Ping immediately said, "Apologize to your Uncle He. Did he call you wrong for inviting you to dinner?"
Zhang Xintian glared at the crowd, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.
Given his attitude, He Dashun naturally wouldn't pursue it, and even if he did, the He brothers, He Wenhua and He Wenjun, wouldn't agree.
Tang Ping was furious, not expecting Zhang Xintian to act this way.
He Lanying quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Boys are going through a rebellious phase. My Lin Fei used to have a worse temper, but he's gotten better as he's grown up."
"Boys are naughty and disobedient."
"Yes, they usually start to understand things gradually when they get a little older, or after they get married and have a wife."
...
Everyone tried to find a way to save face for Tang Ping.
Tang Ping felt extremely upset, but with all the guests present, she had to endure it.
He Wenlin felt that Zhang Xintian's behavior didn't seem like that of someone going through a rebellious phase; he was more likely the kind of person who was just being unambitious.
He Wenlin had heard of this person in her previous life; she heard that he often asked Tang Ping for money.
However, in their previous life, Uncle and Tang Ping didn't have the same financial situation as they do now, so even if they were to give, they wouldn't be able to give much.
But this life will be different; their finances will definitely be much better.
Therefore, He Wenlin advised He Wenhua early on not to mix his money with his uncle's. The money they made from their daily stall should be split equally among the three of them. Even if Tang Ping wanted to help her own son, at least He Wenhua wouldn't suffer any losses.
"Wenhua, have you found a girlfriend yet? Let me introduce you to someone." He Lanying suddenly changed the subject.
“Aunt, no need,” He Wenhua said. “I don’t plan to look for one for the time being.”
"Aren't you going to look for someone yet? When are you planning to?" He Lanying said. "I'll go back home for the New Year to see if we click."
“I’d also like to introduce someone to my brother,” He Wenlin said with a smile.
"Who are you introducing?" Mr. He asked.
"I work in a cake factory."
He Wenlin naturally wanted to introduce Yuan Ya.
Because of He Wenlin's rebirth, many things in this life require human intervention; otherwise, her life trajectory would be different from her previous life.
For example, Hu Meiling and Tan Mingyuan, or He Wenhua and Xia Lijuan...
He Wenhua doesn't know if he will ever be able to be with Yuan Ya again in this lifetime.
Yuan Ya is a good woman, and in her past life, she had said that marrying He Wenhua was good. Although they were not rich and powerful, the couple never quarreled. The elder brother earned money, and she managed the household and took care of the children. Their division of labor was clear, and their life was quite comfortable.
He Wenlin was thinking of trying to bring them together.
"Brother, do you know Yuan Ya?" He Wenlin quietly asked He Wenhua.
"Is it the one that made cakes at the entrance when the second store opened?"
"It seems you remember," He Wenlin said. "This lady is a nice person."
"Focus on your studies, earn your money, and don't worry about adult matters."
He Wenlin rolled her eyes at him: "Tch! Do you think I'd be happy to introduce you to someone? In their eyes, you're practically a divorcee now. I'm afraid they won't even look at you."
"How can you talk about your brother like that?"
"I'm just stating the facts, okay?"
"Hey sis, why don't you introduce me to someone?" He Wenjun leaned closer and asked in a cheeky tone.
"Do I need to introduce you? I see you flirting all the time," He Wenlin said. "I haven't even asked you yet, who are you flirting with?"
Like He Wenlin, He Wenjun was an older bachelor in his previous life.
He Wenjun smiled broadly, but wouldn't say who he was chatting with.
"Tell me about it, have you met before?" He Wenhua started gossiping.
"Just cook your food and stop asking questions."
"I can't even ask them."
"no!"
"Say it or don't, it's up to you."
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