Ye Mingcheng watched helplessly as his daughter took away all his belongings. He felt a little empty inside, not because he was heartbroken about the money. He didn't care much about money; as long as he had enough to eat and drink, that was enough.
He was still worried that Wuchen would go hungry. If he couldn't collect the debts and his youngest daughter really went hungry, he could secretly give her a hundred or so yuan. He would never give more than a hundred yuan at a time, unlike before when he would give her several hundred yuan at a time.
But now he has no money and no authority over the clinic, so he can't do anything secretly. It seems he can only find a way to cover his living expenses. In fact, he doesn't need more than two thousand yuan a month, and the cost of groceries is at most a thousand yuan. He and Dr. Hu are eating quite well.
However, he usually likes to go to flea markets and will buy any old items that he likes. He doesn't buy expensive ones, usually only a few tens or hundreds of yuan, and never more than a thousand yuan.
Old books, paintings, and pen holders are all small items, and Ye Mingcheng doesn't know much about them. But he has seen a lot of them since he was a child. The antique business tests one's eyesight. Once you've seen enough of the real thing, you'll naturally be able to distinguish the fake from the real thing.
Ye Mingcheng was certainly not as good as Ye Xunmei. He was just doing it for fun and never thought about getting rich from it. So he spent a lot of money on it every month, sometimes a thousand yuan, sometimes two or three hundred.
He thought he should take a break from this hobby for the next six months. It wouldn't be a problem if he didn't do it for six months. He could go back to it after he got through this period!
Ye Mingcheng had made up his mind, and his heart was no longer empty. He was still thinking that he absolutely couldn't give too much this time; he had to stick to his principles. He had promised Qingqing, but—
“Dad, this two thousand yuan is your and Dr. Hu’s living expenses for this month. I’ve calculated it. It’s enough for the two of you to buy groceries and food for a month. The remaining five hundred yuan is enough for you to go to the flea market.”
Ye Qingqing handed over two thousand yuan, looking at Ye Mingcheng with a half-smile, seeing right through his little scheme.
Don't be fooled by Ye Mingcheng's seemingly more sincere promises; he can only hold out for half a month at most. Once that brat Wuchen comes home, she'll whine and say a few nice words, and Ye Mingcheng will definitely soften his heart and abandon all his principles.
She's learned too many lessons. Ye Mingcheng always made the same promises before, but he always forgot them as soon as he turned around. He has no principles in front of the children, and it's the same with the piglets.
Once, when Lin Shufang went back to her hometown to attend a wedding, Ye Qingqing had to go to work at the hospital, so she asked Ye Mingcheng to stay at her house for two days to help take care of Xiaozhu. Before going to work, Ye Qingqing repeatedly reminded Xiaozhu that he could only eat three chocolates and four cookies a day, and other snacks were also limited, and he could only eat them after eating a proper meal.
Ye Mingcheng made a very good promise in person, but when Ye Qingqing got home from get off work, she found that several of the little pig's milk teeth were stained black with chocolate. Half a box of chocolates was finished, and a new box was opened. He ate at least eighteen chocolates that day. The same was true for cookies. There was more than half a box left, but only two or three pieces were left. He also ate a lot of cola and potato chips.
There was still a lot of food left in the kitchen, and only one used rice bowl, indicating that Ye Mingcheng was the only one who ate lunch, and the little pig didn't eat a single bite.
Ye Mingcheng knew he was wrong, but whenever he saw his grandson's big, wet eyes staring at him longingly, he couldn't bring himself to be ruthless. His hand would wander to the snack cabinet, and before he knew it, the little pig had eaten too much, consuming half a month's worth of snacks in a single day.
As it turns out, Ye Mingcheng is a henpecked husband with no principles, especially in front of the younger generation; he simply cannot be allowed to take care of the children.
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