Yesterday, upon hearing that Zhou Sui was going to treat Song Qi'an to hot pot, Zhou Meimei had a sudden inspiration and said she wanted to eat hot pot again.
Zhou Sui, naturally, wouldn't be stingy with the food, and took the opportunity to invite Zhou Meimei over.
Here comes Zhou Meimei.
Besides her, Chen Jiazhen also came.
Chen Jiazhen had heard Song Qi'an's name countless times from her daughter, but she had never had the chance to see him.
Upon hearing that Song Qi'an had returned, she was determined to come and see him no matter what.
Ever since she learned that Song Qi'an was in charge of the residential complex, Chen Jiazhen had spent a lot of time inquiring about him, and she did find out that there was indeed a person in charge there surnamed Song.
But she was worried that her daughter was too young and might be deceived, so she couldn't not see her in person.
The mother and daughter were also carrying things. Li Qiuju went over to exchange pleasantries, and Zhou Meimei then clung to Zhou Sui, because she realized that wherever Zhou Sui was, Song Qi'an was there too.
As a result, a strange phenomenon appeared in the Zhou family courtyard: Zhou Sui always had two followers by her side whenever she wanted to do anything.
“No.” Zhou Sui laughed at herself. “It’s just washing vegetables. It doesn’t require three people. If you have nothing to do, go sit by the fire and warm yourselves up.”
Song Qi'an took the vegetable basin from her hand, rolled up his sleeves, and squatted down by the well. "The water's cold, I'll wash it."
The big pot was already full of hot water. Even when washing vegetables, hot water would be mixed in, otherwise the well water in winter would freeze you to the bone.
Zhou Meimei's eyes lit up at this thoughtful gesture. She knew that Song Qi'an was not only good-looking, but also a rare good man.
He's not afraid of getting dirty or tired when he's working, and he doesn't subscribe to the idea that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen. Such a good man is hard to come by.
To show off her diligence, Zhou Meimei rolled up her sleeves and squatted down, saying, "Sui Sui, go and rest."
This gave her a chance to be alone with Song Qi'an for a while. Zhou Meimei was particularly curious about the beautiful woman Zhou Sui had mentioned.
Seeing that her hand was already in the sink, Song Qi'an subtly withdrew his hand and asked, "Are you going to wash the vegetables?"
"Mmm." Zhou Meimei nodded vigorously, just about to talk about how diligent she was at home, when she saw Song Qi'an stand up.
"Then you wash, Sui Sui, let's go do other things."
Zhou Meimei was dumbfounded. What was going on? Didn't Song Qi'an say he would wash the vegetables? Why didn't he wash them when she arrived?
Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Zhou Meimei huffed angrily, but there was nothing she could do but lower her head and wash the vegetables.
All other tasks could be assigned to others, but Zhou Sui did the cooking of hot pot herself.
This was the simplest way of eating hot pot she had ever had before. Back then, this hot pot had a very catchy name: street vendor hot pot.
When Song Qi'an heard the name, he said, "Then wouldn't the price be very cheap?"
“Of course, it’s extremely easy to make.” Zhou Sui explained to Song Qi’an while busy with her hands, “As long as the broth is made, you can just put whatever you want to eat in it.”
"Vegetable dishes are basically worth very little money, but the broth contains meat, so a few people can eat their fill for very little money."
Song Qi'an pondered the meaning behind her words, "You want to open a street stall hot pot restaurant?"
Zhou Sui nodded, "I have that idea." After eating hot pot last time, she calculated the costs. There was a lot of profit in it, and it didn't require much skill, but it was also the easiest thing for others to imitate.
"Open a shop in town?" As Song Qi'an asked this question, his mind raced, trying to figure out where in town would be a suitable place to open another shop.
Zhou Sui shook her head. "I want to go to the city."
"Drive near the university town."
Song Qi'an only needed to think for a moment to understand what she meant. Street stall hot pot was indeed as cheap and simple as its name suggested, and such consumption was actually very suitable for students, as it was good value for money.
“Sometimes I have to admit that you always have some ideas in your head that most people wouldn’t think of,” Song Qi’an said admiringly to Zhou Sui.
She is smart and bold, and never procrastinates.
"You flatter me," Zhou Sui said guiltily, she was only relying on the fact that she had lived an extra lifetime. "It is your job that has a bright future."
In the real estate industry, Zhou Sui couldn't even imagine how much money Song Qi'an could make in the next few years.
She could only feel a secret envy, envying Song Qi'an for being genuinely intelligent.
Before the land reform, he made a fortune in the black market. Later, he joined the army and used the money he earned to invest. After he was discharged from the army, he had money to invest and also received a discharge allowance.
His venture into the real estate industry with his partners is just the beginning; they'll have plenty of time to make money in the future.
Song Qi'an was very pleased with her praise, because when he first started in this line of work, the Song family had been very resistant to him. If Song Yuan hadn't divorced his mother, he might not have been able to do it so freely.
"By the way, have you found a place in the city to open a shop?" Although Song Qi'an asked the question, he already had the answer in his mind.
When he saw Zhou Sui shake her head, he seized the opportunity to say, "I grew up in the city, and I'm very familiar with the streets and alleys there. When are you going? I'll go with you."
Zhou Sui wanted to say that she was actually familiar with it, because she had lived in the city for a period of time after being taken away by her biological parents.
But this reason was obviously something she couldn't say aloud; her hesitation seemed to Song Qi'an as a sign that she was about to be rejected.
Immediately, Song Qi'an came up with an excuse, "I'll be going to the city these next few days, so I can give you a ride and save you the trouble of taking different buses."
Zhou Sui immediately remembered the beautiful woman she had seen that day, "Has Miss Tang not gone back yet?"
She assumed that Song Qi'an's frequent trips to the city these past few days were for Tang Jia's sake.
Song Qi'an didn't understand why the topic suddenly shifted to Tang Jia. Although he didn't know, he would figure it out himself.
Could Sui Sui have misunderstood him and Tang Jia? Although they only met once that day, Tang Jia is a rather assertive person who likes to label whatever she likes as her own.
If I hadn't been firm in my stance and stopped her series of audacious actions, who knows what Zhou Sui and the others would have seen that day.
The more Song Qi'an thought about it, the more likely it seemed. He carefully considered his words and said, "Tang Jia has already gone back. She was just passing through here for a while recently."
“Her brother is one of the suitable people among us. He asked me to help look after her because Tang Jia has a quick temper and we're afraid she might cause some trouble.”
If it weren't for Tang Jia's younger brother calling him repeatedly, he wouldn't have wanted to see Tang Jia at all. That woman was too troublesome and had wasted several days of his time.
Zhou Sui didn't know whether Tang Jia was impatient or not; she only thought, "Miss Tang is very beautiful."
It was a genuine compliment, but it sounded like alarm bells ringing in Song Qi'an's ears. What did Zhou Sui mean by that? Did she not believe what he said and really misunderstand him and Tang Jia?
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