"I'm going to go out and find something to do tomorrow. No matter what plans I have, filling my stomach is the most important thing."
"That's true. Without money, you can't do anything. Even a dime can make a hero fall! But, Sister Shumei, are you really going to support this whole family by yourself? Your mother-in-law treated you like that, so you don't need to care about them, right?"
"They are our elders, and respecting them is our duty. As long as I live, I will never abandon them."
As Shumei was talking, the sleeping child in the bed babbled awake. Shumei stood up, picked up the child, and fed him. The child, smelling the long-lost scent of his mother, ate with a slurping sound.
Just because Shumei went through so much trouble to save her even though they met by chance, Xiong Qianqian understood that she was a kind-hearted person. It was not easy to persuade her anymore, but she wanted to help her and support the family together.
But how can I do it? Qianqian was thinking carefully about what she could do. At this time, Shumei's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Qianqian! What about you? What are your plans for the future? Don't go back to those filthy places."
Xiong Qianqian thought about it, put down the dishes in her hands, walked to the bed, sat next to Shumei, touched the child in Shumei's arms, and told Shumei her thoughts.
"Sister Shumei, I want to rent a shop in town and open a hair salon."
After hearing what Xiong Qianqian said, Shumei looked at her with a puzzled look, "Hair salon? What kind of hair salon?"
Shumei didn't understand. She had just been told not to go to that smoky and dirty place, but she actually wanted to go to the hair salon herself. She was so anxious!
Because in Shumei's eyes, no, in the eyes of many people, a "hair salon" is a frivolous place. It's the legendary modern-day brothel, a place where sex and laughter are sold.
"Sister Shumei, don't look at me like that. I'm talking about that kind of barber shop, the kind that cuts other people's hair. Being your own boss will earn you more than looking for a job outside, right?" Xiong Qianqian understood the worry in Shumei's eyes and quickly explained.
After hearing Xiong Qianqian's explanation, Shumei finally felt relieved. "Is that so? Well, well, well... can you cut hair?"
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