It was fine before no one mentioned this, but now that it's been brought up, she's starting to get it.
What is this called?
This is called creating anxiety. Parents in later generations spend their days in group chats, being fooled to death by experts and professors who want to market and sell courses.
After Ye Cheng finished eating, Jiang Yunxiang gave him a few more pairs of insoles, which she had sewed herself.
Ye Cheng hadn't seen this thing in a long time. He used to wear it when he was a child, but it suddenly disappeared when he grew up.
These handmade insoles are incredibly comfortable to step into, with just the right amount of firmness and softness, and they even have a slight hidden height-increasing effect.
"Acheng, this is a mask. I made it myself. Wear it when you ride your bike, otherwise it will be too dusty." Jiang Yunxiang took out another black object from beside the bed.
Ye Cheng looked at it and it looked a bit like the headgear of an electric scooter in later generations. It was worn on the head with the eyes showing, and it was good for blocking the wind and rain, but it looked a bit like a bandit robbing a bank.
"Sister-in-law, are you asking me to rob someone?" Ye Cheng joked after putting it on.
"Second Uncle, you've become a bad guy." Dou Dou pointed at Ye Cheng and laughed happily. This kid probably doesn't know that his second uncle is going to send him to school in the city and then start endless homework.
If he knew, he probably wouldn't want to acknowledge the second uncle anymore.
"What bad guy? Don't talk nonsense." After Jiang Yunxiang finished speaking, her son turned to Ye Cheng and said,
"The road is dusty, you should wear this to block the dust, otherwise it will be bad for your lungs."
"Okay, I'll wear this tomorrow. It not only keeps out the dust, but it'll also keep me warm. It's a bit cold going out early in the morning."
In his previous life, Ye Cheng also commuted by electric scooter. In winter, it was so cold that there was nowhere to hide from the cold.
A few days ago, it was chilly when he went into the city in the morning, and with the wind, his face was a little numb.
After chatting for a while longer, Ye Cheng got up and went home.
On the way back, Ye Cheng ran into Duan Yong's father, who was squatting by the roadside smoking a pipe with a worried look on his face.
Duan Yong's father's real name is Duan Chunsheng. He is an honest and upright man. In his early years, he went out to sea to fish and earned his first pot of gold. Then he borrowed some money to buy a boat.
After running for several years, I had paid off all the money, but unexpectedly, the boat disappeared again.
Judging from his appearance, he probably hasn't raised enough money for the boat yet.
I don't know what Aunt Duan was thinking when she insisted on returning the money to me.
"Uncle Chunsheng," Ye Cheng called out, handing him a cigarette.
Duan Chunsheng glanced back and saw it was Ye Cheng. He quickly took the cigarette and stood up, his expression somewhat unnatural.
"It's the second child."
Ye Cheng lit a cigarette for him and casually asked, "Uncle, have you raised enough money for the boat?"
Duan Chunsheng shook his head. "No, it's not that easy to raise the money. Ships are expensive these days. They say raw material prices are rising, and labor costs are rising too. A ship costs tens of thousands."
"Yeah, prices are rising pretty fast these days," Ye Cheng replied. This is just the beginning; the rise will get even more dramatic, especially in industries related to real estate, where all kinds of raw materials will increase in price.
"Don't take it to heart about the money you borrowed last time. Women are just being immature," Duan Chunsheng said in a low voice, not daring to look at Ye Cheng.
Ye Cheng was surprised that Duan Chunsheng was quite reasonable. "Uncle, I thought you also thought that I was the one who harmed you."
Duan Chunsheng shook his head. "I've been out there for so many years, I have some experience at sea. If I hadn't come back early that day, I would definitely be dead at sea."
My husband is easily swayed; he listens to gossip and insists it's your fault. Sigh—"
Duan Chunsheng sighed.
Sometimes, a middle-aged man's suffering has nowhere to be vented, and Ye Cheng suddenly felt a little sorry for the 50-year-old man in front of him.
However, he only felt sympathy. There are many people suffering in this world, and he doesn't have that much money or that much love to take care of them all.
And now I'm planning to buy a house, where am I going to get so much money?
After chatting with Duan Chunsheng for a few minutes, Ye Cheng went straight home. Duan Chunsheng watched Ye Cheng's retreating figure, hesitating to speak several times.
After returning home, Ye Cheng looked at his seafood, which was not bad, and then lay down to sleep.
I woke up at 6:50 in the morning.
I checked the system first:
Luck value: 10+20;
Points: 723;
Savings: 13,000. It really is hard work to make money.
Ye Cheng quickly washed his face, then put the tuna into a separate tank, along with ice. This precious fish had to be protected.
To ensure the best results, Ye Cheng called Xiao Hu and asked him to bring over some ice from home.
I also exchanged some bait specifically for fish traps and gave it to Little Tiger.
Judging from today's luck stat, going beachcombing feels like a waste; I might as well just use a fish trap.
I just don't know if there are many people setting up fish traps now.
With everything arranged, Ye Cheng mounted his beloved little motorcycle and set off into the city.
Going to town every day brings lots of joy. Although my sister-in-law's mask looks a bit like something a terrorist would wear, it's definitely very warm.
Mr. Qian was already used to Ye Cheng's routine, and came over to collect the goods after finishing the phone call.
There were an unusually large number of boxes today, and Qian Zong got a little excited looking at them. "There are so many today, I'm starting to get a little excited."
"You're looking forward to it, and so am I," Ye Cheng thought to himself.
He first carried the tuna down and said in a serious tone, "Mr. Qian, take a look at this. It's quite rare."
Hearing that it was quite rare, Mr. Qian immediately became interested. As soon as he touched it, he felt a chill. He looked at Ye Cheng suspiciously and asked, "Did you add ice to keep it fresh?"
"Hmm, look, it should be in pretty good condition."
Not only Mr. Qian, but also the other kitchen helpers came over. The head chef could come later, but they needed to come early to prepare the ingredients.
Mr. Qian lifted the lid of the water tank and exclaimed in surprise, "It's so big!"
The tuna was a meter long, and Ye Cheng had to twist it quite a bit to fit it inside.
"Is this tuna?" Mr. Qian was a little unsure.
"Hmm, tuna, washed ashore by the tide, longfin tuna, not very common, is it?" Seeing that even Mr. Qian was unsure what it was, Ye Cheng knew that this thing was indeed rare.
However, Mr. Qian's expression as he looked at the tuna was a bit strange, a feeling that was hard to describe.
Finally, Mr. Qian stood up with a wry smile and said sincerely to Ye Cheng, "Brother, the stuff is good, but I can't accept it."
"What do you mean? Protected animals?" Ye Cheng thought back for a moment, but it didn't seem to be any kind of protected animal. Tuna was a common food in later generations.
"No, no," Mr. Qian waved his hands repeatedly, then pointed to the kitchen helper next to him.
"The main problem is that my chefs don't know how to handle this."
"Huh?" Upon hearing this reason, Ye Chengdu was at a loss for words.
Don't know how to handle it?
Is this thing difficult to handle?
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