Chapter 395 Zhao Yu Asks for Help in the Middle of the Night



"Damn it! They ruined my good mood today! Is everyone here?"

Let's get back to Jinan as soon as everyone's here! I'm starving! I didn't even have a proper lunch!

These bastards! Fine, you can charge more, but at least keep the place clean!

The woman serving the food stuck both her thumbs into the plate; it was so disgusting! (In Jinan dialect!)

Everyone was amused by their plight; they never expected it to be so unlucky!

The last bus hadn't arrived yet, so I called to urge them. They said to wait another ten minutes, and they're on their way back now!

The girl's father breathed a sigh of relief, "That's alright now. I was worried that they might have some kind of conflict with the villagers!"

To be honest, if we hadn't told the restaurant staff that we had over a dozen cars and more than thirty people, scaring them off, we might have really started a fight today.

Chen Hong took a bag of cooked food from the car and handed it to the girl's mother, "Here, sister-in-law, this is what we brought for our picnic."

"We didn't have any lunch, please don't mind, share some with the children! It's still more than half an hour back to Jinan, don't let the children go hungry."

"Oh my! Why is there so much? I'll just take some rice balls, ham and braised meat for the two kids, you can take the rest back, you can eat it tonight."

The girl's mother felt embarrassed because Yu Yang's mother had given her all sorts of good things: rice balls, ham, braised meat, tea eggs, egg tarts, and small bread rolls. All good things!

Yu Yang said sensibly, "Auntie, if Liu Huan and the others can't finish it, you can eat it too!"

These were all made by my mom, and they taste amazing. Uncle didn't eat enough for lunch, did he? It must be so uncomfortable to be hungry.

Oh, right, we still have fruit and yogurt in the car, I'll go get them and share them with everyone!

After saying that, he scrambled onto the car, took down a large food box containing washed apples, pears, and oranges.

They distributed the gifts to everyone present, starting with the children, one by one.

"Thanks!"

"Thank you, Yu Yang!"

"Thanks!"

"Thank you, Yu Yang!"

The children present all thanked Yu Yang, and the parents praised him for being sensible.

Yu Yang was very happy; sharing is a joyful thing!

Seeing that there wasn't enough fruit, he was quite thoughtful, saying, "We also have milk in our car. Uncles, aunts, grandpas, and grandmas, anyone who wants some can come and take it."

Grandma Fan: "Little Chen, Yu Yang is just like you, so generous!"

Chen Hong didn't answer, she just smiled.

My son was never generous in his past life. He was careful with every penny he spent. He couldn't be generous to himself, let alone others.

Even if a piece of clothing costs twenty or thirty yuan, it will be worn until it's ripped and deformed, but I still can't bear to replace it with a new one.

He would never ask his mother to buy him a new cotton-padded coat unless it was too small for him to wear.

Money emboldens people! This saying applies not only to adults, but also to children!

Seeing her son's confident and poised demeanor, Chen Hong couldn't help but smile!

It's not that Chen Hong advocates for children to make friends by giving gifts; she also knows that this method may not necessarily lead to genuine friendships.

However, exchanging gifts is a necessary process that can help children break down social barriers.

During this process, Chen Hong felt that as the one who gave, even if he didn't receive any return, he still had confidence and could stand tall.

This way of giving also gives him confidence!

Yu Yang needs this kind of confidence. She doesn't want to see her son become timid and hesitant to interact with his peers because of poverty.

He refuses to associate with friends who have given him so much because he cannot reciprocate their kindness, and deliberately distances himself from people.

How lonely a child can feel if they don't have a circle of friends to play with!

Therefore, since her rebirth, Chen Hong has tried her best to create material conditions for her son.

Whether in Yujia Village or Jinan, let him carry delicious food and play with other children as much as possible.

Encourage him to share, urge him to go out and play, and even in extracurricular classes, help him get along well with every child who is willing to play with him.

She discovered that, through subtle influence, Yu Yang had become more lively and confident than in her previous life, and was also better at communicating with children of the same age.

When they returned to Jinan, it was already 5 p.m.

After playing all day, Yu Yang was tired. Chen Hong prepared dinner early, and after eating with her son, she accompanied him to practice guitar and calligraphy.

Today, Yu Yang took leave from his spring outing and didn't go to his extracurricular class. Both teachers assigned him homework.

I practiced for more than two hours before I finished today's task.

After eating some fruit, drinking some water, and resting for half an hour, Yu Yang went for a run again when it was time.

After accompanying her son to exercise, Chen Hong sent him to take a shower and go to bed.

In the middle of the night, Chen Hong received an unexpected phone call.

"Waaaaah, Sister Chen Hong, can you tell me what to do? I've hit a wall, and if I can't get through this, I'm doomed!"

Waaaaah, sis, please help me! I really have no other choice. My family will be so worried if they find out I've lost so much money.

What should I do? I'm too scared to tell anyone, and there's no one who can help me, sob sob sob!

Chen Hong was stunned by the other person's crying and couldn't recognize whose voice it was, but since the other person could clearly call her by name, they must be an acquaintance.

But she was suddenly awakened from her deep sleep by her phone ringing. Her mind was a complete mess, and it was a miracle that she could react quickly enough and understand what the other person was saying.

Before I could even check the caller ID, my mouth raced before my brain could process it, and I blurted out, "Who are you? Did you dial the wrong number?"

It's immoral to disturb someone's sleep in the middle of the night!

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