Jiang Xiaorou looked at it and wondered how a five-year-old could be allowed to cook! How did Zhang Er usually bully Zhang Min?
"He is only five years old. Can he cook?" Jiang Xiaorou asked.
Jiang Xiaorou looked at Zhang Min with distress. He was so small, wandering around in the kitchen alone. It wasn't electric, but a wood-burning one, the oldest kind.
Jiang Xiaorou might not even be able to make a fire and cook, so how could she let a five-year-old child do such things?
Zhang Er, however, looked calm. He was used to it and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
"Don't underestimate my son. He cooks better than I do." Zhang Er smiled.
Jiang Xiaorou wanted to slap him.
"Is he your biological son?" Jiang Xiaorou gave Zhang Er a cold look, then went straight to the kitchen to help.
Forehead! !
Zhang Er was dumbfounded.
He knew Jiang Xiaorou's words were unintentional, but why did it sound as if she knew that Zhang Min had picked him up? And the way Jiang Xiaorou looked at him was also very strange.
"What does she mean?" Zhang Er glanced at Shen Yancheng. He didn't quite understand Jiang Xiaorou's smile, and always felt that there was something hidden in her words.
“Literally.” Shen Yancheng said lightly. He did not go to the kitchen, but went to see Zhang Er’s room first.
There were only two rooms, both of which were very small, with only a table. The table was a wooden board placed on two stools, which looked a bit like an old door.
Seeing this, Shen Yancheng could only hold his forehead with one hand. How could he sleep like this? He could still make do with it, but Xiaorou was pregnant. How could she sleep on such a hard wooden bed?
Shen Yancheng glanced at Zhang Er.
"You don't have a mattress at home?" Shen Yancheng asked.
Zhang Er came over with a grin: "We usually sleep like this, we're used to it."
Shen Yancheng couldn't get used to it, and Jiang Xiaorou couldn't get used to it either.
"Where can I get a good bed?" Shen Yancheng looked at Zhang Er. He must have a way. Although Zhang Er was shameless, he was still popular in the village.
As long as he is given some money, he can definitely get it.
"I can get it, but I need this." Zhang Er moved his fingers, needing money: "But you two just stay here for one night, it should be okay to make do with it!"
"Do you have WeChat?" Shen Yancheng asked.
"Yes, I have it." Zhang Er took out his cell phone directly.
Shen Yancheng scanned Zhang Er’s WeChat and directly transferred 2,000 yuan to him: “Go and get me a more comfortable bed.”
Zhang Er glanced at the money on his phone. Two thousand yuan was a lot of money, certainly not enough to buy a bed, but the payment for one night's stay had not been mentioned yet.
If the two of them only give 2,000 yuan together, then Zhang Er will be at a big loss. It's so hard to find a rich man in the village, and if this village is gone, there will be no such store!
“This two thousand is for buying a bed, right? It doesn’t include accommodation fees?” Zhang Er confirmed with Shen Yancheng again.
When Shen Yancheng heard this, he looked at the surrounding environment again. How much accommodation fee do you want to charge for such conditions? It's almost like a pig's house.
“Yeah.” Shen Yancheng nodded.
He didn't care about this little money. It was really just a small amount of money. The main thing was to let Xiaorou have a good sleep tonight.
"Okay! I'll make the bed right away." Zhang Er ran out directly.
In the kitchen!
Jiang Xiaorou was lighting the fire, and Zhang Min was cooking. Zhang Min was not tall, so he had to stand on a stool to reach the stove. But his movements were very skillful, and it was obvious that he cooked frequently.
"How old were you when you learned to cook?" Jiang Xiaorou asked Zhang Min.
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