Jiang Wen was dumbfounded on the spot. How does the saying go: Sit at home and the pot will pop up everywhere.
No, the bowl came from the sky!
That doesn't seem right. Could it be a ladle? Is it a pot, a bowl, or a ladle?
Never mind, it’s all the same anyway.
"You old bitch, Wan Feng is right. You deserve a beating. Why are you glaring at me? What if I did it? How come you lost your mind after just a few words from Little Wan?"
Li Erman thought about it and glared at Wan Feng: "You bad guy, you come back and try to instigate a fight between us."
"That's because you have this subconscious thought deep down in your hearts. I'm just trying to make it clear to you. You've been married for almost three years, right? You're almost going to get that three-year itch. When you get that three-year itch, you're almost done."
"That's not right. I heard it was called the seven-year itch, but how come it's only the three-year itch for you?"
"A minor itch occurs every three years, and a major itch occurs every seven years. A minor itch usually means the couple has worn off the novelty and started quarreling, while a major itch means they should get a divorce." Wan Feng spoke nonsense seriously.
"Just keep talking nonsense. Only Feng'er would listen to you. I don't believe you!"
"I bet you two will be at it in three months."
"Just gamble, what are you betting on? I just don't believe in this." Li Erman's stubborn temper came up.
"About a hundred yuan."
"It's just a hundred yuan. If we didn't...three months? In three months, you would have gone back to Longjiang long ago. Who the hell should I ask for money from?"
Wan Feng chuckled.
"You've made progress. You can even use your brain now. I thought you guys only had brains for food! Okay, I'm done talking to you two. I need to go back and take a nap. I have to go to the market with my classmates tomorrow."
Wan Feng originally wanted to ask about the changes in Wa Hou in the past few months, but when he saw Jiang Wen's slightly tired face, he gave up the idea.
The couple must have done something last night, otherwise why would Jiang Wen, who is so young, look so tired?
Wan Feng returned to the room where He Xiao and the others slept. Without even taking off his clothes, he leaned over his luggage, pulled the quilt over himself, and fell asleep.
When Wan Feng woke up again, it was already past seven in the morning.
He got up sleepily, saw that He Xiao and the others were still sleeping soundly, so he didn't wake them up and went to the bathroom to wash his face.
Then I stood in front of the window on the second floor and looked at the depression in front of me, which was both strange and familiar.
Standing at this position, you can see the Wahou Shoe Factory and the dormitory building behind it directly opposite. You can also see the third floor of the team headquarters building on the shoe factory side. As for the machinery factory, it is blocked by the building and not even a shadow can be seen.
To the north lies the Inna River, which is bleak in winter.
The front of the shoe factory is now deserted, with none of the bustling scene when the factory is working.
Shoe factories are probably now operating either in three shifts or three shifts out of four.
If it's a three-shift system, then the get off work hours should be around 8 o'clock.
Merchants in the market usually open for business at four in the morning, and the market is already bustling with people at this time.
At first glance, the changes behind the depression seemed not big, but Wan Feng felt that there had been great changes behind the depression.
As soon as the door of the mother's bedroom opened, Zhu Min walked out, followed by Zhang Xuan and He Yanfei.
Seeing that his mother and Zhang Xuan were awake, Wan Feng returned to his own bedroom and woke up the men as well.
Coming down from the second floor, Li Erman was washing her face.
"Erman, what time is your shift?"
"We're on the 8 o'clock shift, and I'll be at the factory soon. Oh, by the way, Feng'er must be at the factory now. She's there before 7 o'clock every day, so you won't see her when you get home. Do you want me to tell her when I get to work?"
"Don't tell her yet. I might come over later."
"Giving someone a surprise? You bastards are really good at it, unlike that dead wood in my house..."
Wan Feng quickly approached Li Erman and asked, "Are you increasingly displeased with Jiang Wen? Are you just pissed off? I told you, the three-year itch is real."
"Get out of here!"
"Li Erman, you need to be careful with your words. I'm your boss! Be careful or I'll... deduct your bonus. Chinese New Year is almost here."
"You two are the same. All you do is deduct bonuses. If you don't want to invent, just say no. You can't die if you don't want to!"
"So you don't want it? You can save money this time." Wan Feng was very proud.
"Why shouldn't I want it! That's what I deserve." Li Erman's voice immediately caught up with the soprano.
"I'm not going to talk nonsense with you anymore. I have to accompany my mother back to my grandma's house first."
"Ah! Your mother is here?" Li Erman's eyes swept across everyone's faces and immediately confirmed that it was Wan Feng's mother.
She wiped her face casually with a towel and ran to Zhu Min: "Mom! You are here. Why didn't you say anything last night? Let's chat. I am your wife too."
Upon hearing this, Wan Feng quickly snatched his mother's hand away from Li Erman's: "You're already a broken woman, and you still want to pretend to be my wife?"
"Hey, hey, you called me a bitch! You can't go back on your word."
Wan Feng quickly pulled his mother out of the hotel. Damn, after getting married and having children, women don’t grow taller but become thicker-skinned.
"Wan Feng, you're quite popular here. You even have three wives."
"Tsk! That's just the beginning. Later, when I send my mother to my grandmother's house and take you around the market, you'll know that I, Wan Feng, have wives all over the world."
He Yanfei curled his lips and said, "Boasting again."
Zhang Xuan smiled but said nothing.
"Your place is really prosperous. I think it's no worse than our Wu County." Guo Wu's attention was focused on the parked vehicles in the parking lot.
There are now more than twice as many cars in the parking lot as there were last night, and the largest number of them are the kind of buses they took when they arrived, parked next to each other.
Groups of people walked out of the hotels around the parking lot, carrying bags and heading towards the market.
"Let's go have breakfast first and talk about it after we're done."
Wan Feng took them directly to Chen Wenxin's snack bar.
"Xiao Wan is back!" Chen Wenxin's mother exclaimed when she saw Wan Feng.
"Aunt! Hello!"
"Okay! Mom, this is my aunt from Chen Cang's family. His family has already moved to Dashu Village. Aunt Chen, this is my mother."
Chen Wenxin's mother did not know Wan Feng's mother, but this did not stop her from warmly entertaining Zhu Min.
"You can have whatever you like. We have almost everything for breakfast here. Mom! What do you want?"
"Shall I have some soy milk and fried dough sticks?"
Seeing that Chen Wenxin's mother was busy, Wan Feng simply got up and did it himself to ensure that he had enough food and clothing.
He brought his mother two fried dough sticks and a bowl of soy milk, then asked Zhang Xuan, "What do you want to eat?"
"And you?"
"I eat tofu pudding and fried dough sticks."
"Then I'll have tofu pudding and fried dough sticks too."
Wan Feng took two servings of tofu pudding and fried cakes and ate them while chatting with Chen Wenxin's mother.
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