Yan Rushan picked up the roast duck on the table and led the people out; Feng Dangjia, Aunt Feng and Fatty Yue personally escorted the people out of the alley, watched them get into the car, and the car drove away.
Aunt Feng wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes and took Fatty Yue's hand, "Xiaopang! Thank you for finding such a good employer for my son Dasha. From now on, your uncle and I won't have to worry anymore."
"Aunt Feng, don't be so polite. Dasha and I grew up together. It's my duty to help you out when I have the chance. You and uncle have helped my family a lot in the past." Fatty Yue was happy to be called Xiaopang. They had been neighbors for more than 30 years. Who didn't know who?
Those who are called by nicknames are basically those whom you have known since childhood.
"Hey, you are a child with a conscience. It is a blessing for my Dasha to know you..."
Aunt Feng spoke in buckets of nice words.
Fatty Yue laughed and let go of her hands, "Auntie, Uncle, you two should go home quickly. I have to go home too. It's cold outside. Don't stand here too long!" After saying that, he ran away. He had never seen Auntie Feng lose her composure like this before.
His enthusiasm was a little overwhelming, and he felt inferior to her in eloquence, thinking that he needed to practice more.
"Why is this child still shy?" Aunt Feng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Uncle Feng was helpless with his silly wife, "She was just scared by you."
"I'm just too excited. By the way, what was the address Boss Yan gave you before? Look how excited you were, putting it directly into your arms." Now that there were no outsiders around, Aunt Feng recalled what happened before.
"Let's talk about it when we get back."
"good."
The two returned to Feng's house, closed the gate, and went back into the house. Only then did Uncle Feng take out the note with the address on it.
Aunt Feng looked at it from left to right, but couldn't understand it. She handed the note back to him and said, "I can't read, what are you doing for me?"
Uncle Feng folded the note and put it in the drawer of the bedside table. Then he said, "Why did you take it if you can't read?"
"Tell me, where's the address?" Aunt Feng didn't care for his nagging. They had been doing this for decades and knew each other very well. Daily bickering and nagging were commonplace. "Fatty is really capable! Look at how rich the rich people he knows are!"
"What are you thinking about? Don't you know how miserable that Yue family kid was in the past?"
Aunt Feng didn't care. "Life was miserable before, but now it's good. He can find a way out on his own, so life won't be bad. If only our big fool wasn't stupid, maybe he could run with the fat kid, and life would be much better now."
"Why say all that? Our Dasha isn't doing badly now. We did the right thing by sending him to learn cooking; it's at least a way out. When we die, even if he doesn't get married and works for the boss, he won't have to worry about food and shelter." This is what Uncle Feng is most assured of. "Even if Dasha isn't stupid anymore, he won't necessarily live as well as his Yue family. Don't you know what kind of brains we have? How smart can a child be? At most, he'll live a little better than he does now."
Aunt Feng nodded, and putting aside that thought, she felt that life was pretty good now.
"We'll save Dasha's salary so he can marry a good wife. We'll take care of his two grandchildren so he'll have someone to take care of him when he gets old."
"Don't overthink it." Uncle Feng was absolutely convinced it wasn't true. Was it that easy to find a good wife? It was even harder for a family like theirs. Even if they had a grandson and raised him, no one knew what kind of person he would be. Instead of hoping their grandson would take care of their son in his old age, it would be better for their son to work hard and save more money now. "As long as our son has money, he can go to a nursing home when he's old and can't work anymore. There are nursing homes out there for money now!"
Aunt Feng rolled her eyes at him, still feeling unwilling. "I still have to find a good wife for Dasha. Appearance and education are not important. What matters is that she is a good person, hardworking and capable, and willing to live with Dasha."
"Take it slow." Unable to convince his wife, Uncle Feng simply adopted the tactic of procrastination; over time, his wife's thoughts would eventually fade.
......
On the way back, Feng Dasha was sitting in the back seat with a big package in his arms, looking stupid; Yan Rushan was driving back, and now that he had sent the person home, he had to hurry to Zhongguancun.
The car drove into the compound and stopped outside the Zhong family's gate. Yan Rushan pushed the door open and got out. He knocked on the door and said to Feng Dasha in the car, "Get out."
Feng Dasha looked confused, nodded, opened the car door and got out.
"Come with me."
Yan Rushan led the people inside, and Feng Dasha followed behind; when they entered the living room, Yan Guofeng had already finished lunch, and Wang Daya and Gong Zhaodi were cleaning up the dishes.
"Comrade Yan, why are you back? Have you eaten?"
"Not yet. Don't worry about me. I'm going to Zhongguancun later. Aunt Wang, Aunt Gong, you two come with me and pack your things quickly." Yan Rushan sat down opposite the old man and said, "Grandpa, I'll take Aunt Wang and Aunt Gong to Hongxing Village first and let them guard the yard. Let them familiarize themselves with the geographical environment of Hongxing Village in advance. As for the cooking, leave it to him."
Pointing at Feng Dasha, Yan Rushan continued, "Grandpa, he's the chef I brought back. He can cook dishes from both Sichuan and Shandong cuisines. He can also make roast duck, which you and Yuxiu both love. With him around, you won't have to worry about not having roast duck to eat in the future."
"Goudan will take care of the cleaning, so the two nannies don't have to stay at home." All the arrangements were made in an orderly manner.
Yan Guofeng nodded. "Then you can take the people with you. Take some bedding and sheets with you. Oh, and take some of my clothes with you, too, so that we don't have too much stuff to carry on the day of the move."
"Okay, go pack up and I'll bring it over later." After Yan Rushan finished speaking, Wang Daya and Gong Zhaodi were still confused. Yan Rushan turned around and said to them, "Pack up your things quickly and leave the dishes on the table alone for now."
Wang Daya and Gong Zhaodi knew about the robot Goudan, but they had few opportunities to meet him. After hearing what happened, they didn't care about the dishes and hurried to the room where they lived to pack all the clothes and other things into the suitcase. Those that could not fit in the suitcase were wrapped in parcels.
Yan Rushan arranged Feng Dasha's accommodation in the living room, "Feng Zheng."
Feng Dasha didn't react and just looked at him stupidly.
Yan Rushan held his forehead and said, "Feng Dasha, come here."
"Hey." This time Feng Dasha understood and walked forward with the package.
Yan Rushan pointed to the room Wang Daya and Gong Zhaodi had entered and continued, "You'll live in that room from now on. The bedding and sheets will be brought to you later. Also, be honest and do your job here. Don't look at what you shouldn't look at, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't show anything you see."
"Okay." Feng Dasha nodded blankly.
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