For a while, everyone was busy as fast as they could.
Several people were busy until almost ten o'clock, when everyone finally had some free time.
"I've been so busy today that my arms are sore." As he said this, Guo Haochen bent his arms backwards a few times.
“Brother, just let your arms feel better, my sister and I are in trouble.
"Making wontons in the cold wind, my fingers are almost frozen, and the brazier under the table is useless." Guo Ninghuan complained as he sat by the charcoal basin and roasted the fire.
"Yeah, it's cold." Guo Ningwan was eating tea eggs with spicy soup. When she heard her sister complain, she responded.
The place where they were wrapping wontons was facing the door, and the cold wind blew towards them.
Even though I could just sit there and move my hands, and there was a brazier under my feet, I was still cold.
Guo Haoxi: "Business is so good this morning, I guess I made a lot of money." They didn't stop all morning, and the profit was at least one-fifth more than usual.
"It's a lot more." Deng Qingling was counting the money while sitting at the table where she was making wontons, and looked up and said.
Hearing this, Guo Haoxi walked to Deng Qingling, raised his hands and massaged her shoulders and back.
"Mom, is this force okay?"
"Sure." Deng Qingling said, "Just tell me what you want to do."
Deng Qingling was in a very good mood as she counted the money, and she knew that the children had worked hard.
If they had any requests, as long as they were not too excessive, she would agree to them.
Guo Haoxi: "Mom, you see, since we opened the shop for so long, my brothers and sisters have all helped with the work. We work so hard, can you give us a little more pocket money?"
Deng Qingling: "Increase the change! How much do you want?"
Guo Haoxi stretched out the index finger of his right hand, and seeing that Deng Qingling's expression didn't change, he stretched out his middle finger as well.
"Two points?!"
"Well, two cents more every week." Guo Haoxi and his siblings looked at Deng Qingling nervously.
Deng Qingling smiled and said, "Okay, since you're so well behaved, I'll be generous and give you two cents every month."
If you want a horse to run faster, you must let it eat more grass.
As soon as she finished speaking, the children surrounded Deng Qingling.
A burst of crazy flattery was output.
"Yeah!"
"Thank you, Mom."
"Mom, you're so nice."
"Mom, you are the best mom in the world."
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