Thinking of her surprise when she received it, my heart felt as happy as if I had eaten honey!"
Fengjie was deeply moved by Xu Qinghe's frankness and simplicity, which warmed her heart.
She felt that this sisterhood made people feel closer and warmer than blood ties.
But then, a hint of helplessness flashed in Sister Feng's eyes, and she advised earnestly, "Sister, to be honest, I'm still dealing with my divorce, and I'm the only one supporting the family. These precious gifts you sent to me may only end up being given to those who have nothing to do with them. Listen to me, sell these things and use them to supplement the family income."
"Okay, okay, then I'll wait for you, Sister Feng, to sort out everything. Then I'll bring my baby to see you." Xu Qinghe agreed readily.
"That's settled!" Sister Feng happily agreed. She casually took out a package of carefully wrapped egg cakes from under the counter and stuffed it into Xu Qinghe's hands. She said lovingly, "Take this back and try it with your family."
Xu Qinghe did not refuse. Carrying the heavy egg cake, she set out on the path to the garbage station.
Arriving at the destination, he saw Grandpa Qian standing alone at his post. Xu Qinghe skillfully parked his bicycle, and his clear voice pierced the quiet afternoon air: "Grandpa Qian, I'm here!"
She waved the cake in her hand and suggested with a smile: "Look, I brought you some egg cake. Wash your hands first, and we can eat and talk. It's not too late to rest for a while before you get busy again!"
Although Grandpa Qian is old and lives with garbage every day, his life is a bit monotonous, but Xu Qinghe's arrival always brings him a touch of color.
Although the old man complained that she was too noisy, his eyes were filled with unconcealable joy.
"Oh, that's something kids love to eat. I, an old man, won't join in the fun. Just keep it and enjoy it slowly!"
Xu Qinghe was not willing to give up. As she spoke, she half-jokingly and half-seriously pulled Grandpa Qian's hand and insisted that he taste the soft and sweet cake.
Grandpa Qian couldn't resist her insistence and had to compromise. After washing his hands carefully, he took a piece of cake from Xu Qinghe and tasted it carefully.
The two chatted while eating. Xu Qinghe's cheeks swayed slightly as she chewed. She asked curiously, "How's Qian Ming's business lately? Has he encountered any difficult problems that need to be solved?"
Hearing this, Grandpa Qian's eyes flashed with complexity, and he said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Okay, you're already a married woman, why are you asking about this?"
Xu Qinghe happened to have just taken a sip of water and almost spit it out when he heard the words. He quickly covered his mouth with a handkerchief, looking innocent.
She realized that Grandpa Qian might have misunderstood her intentions, and quickly clarified: "Grandpa Qian, please don't overthink it! I care about Qian Ming because we are planning to cooperate in a small business, and it is purely for business considerations. I came to see you today specifically to understand the market situation. After all, the management in all aspects is very strict now."
Xu Qinghe's expression was serious and sincere, fearing that this misunderstanding would cause trouble if not resolved.
On the one hand, she didn't want others to misunderstand that she didn't care about her reputation; on the other hand, she also remembered the promise she made to her husband Yin Yunjie before marriage and didn't want to add any unnecessary troubles to him.
"Hmph, I get it, I just said that casually!" Grandpa Qian snorted in feigned dissatisfaction, but in fact he already understood it in his heart.
His grandson had told him a long time ago that Xu Qinghe was a rare good girl. He just secretly regretted that such an outstanding girl could not become his granddaughter-in-law, so his words just now were not thought through.
Despite this, Xu Qinghe still solemnly reminded him, "Grandpa Qian, please be careful with your words in the future. Even careless words can cause misunderstandings. This is unfair to me, my husband, Qian Ming, and his future partner. You must remember this!"
A subtle embarrassment crossed Grandpa Qian's face, but his kindness ultimately prevailed. He nodded slightly in agreement, and said with a tone that was a bit impatient yet full of doting, "Alright, alright, I get it! My old bones don't understand those business tricks. When that kid comes back tomorrow, you can ask him directly!"
After enjoying the sweet cake, Xu Qinghe wanted to cut another piece for Grandpa Qian, but he insisted on getting up and insisting on completing his daily task - garbage sorting.
"Girl, come and help me. I've collected a lot of good things today. Just take whatever you like."
"Okay, I'll be right there!" Xu Qinghe had come to help since early morning. Now, without saying a word, he put on clean gloves and plunged into this seemingly insignificant but extremely meaningful job.
Today's "trophies" were indeed rich and varied. Among them was a sturdy plastic bucket and a small spoon. Xu Qinghe thought that these two items would be both environmentally friendly and practical if placed in the bathroom at home to flush the toilet.
In addition, there is a small wooden box with fine craftsmanship and delicate carvings, which is used to store small jewelry.
What is even more surprising is that there is an old radio. Although it can no longer make any sound, Xu Qinghe believes that as long as he finds a suitable craftsman to repair it, it will be able to come back to life.
For a grandmother with mobility issues, a radio that plays melodious music is undoubtedly the best companion.
The music box with a mottled surface had a simple and elegant design, and Xu Qinghe fell in love with it at first sight.
Even if it can no longer play melodies, placing it in the house as a decoration can add a touch of art to life.
So she decided to pack up these treasures one by one and take them home.
Grandpa Qian silently watched Xu Qinghe's joy that was beyond words, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: Once these little gadgets fall into her hands, perhaps they will make her forget her earlier unhappiness.
Time is merciless, and older people tend to speak without restraint. He himself realized that he might have been too hasty in his words just now, and was afraid that some careless words would hurt Xu Qinghe's heart, causing this lively and lovely little girl to no longer be willing to step into this door. If that happened, his days would be really lonely.
At noon, Qian Ming returned covered in dust. He was not surprised to see Xu Qinghe, but explained with a hint of apology: "I'm so sorry, business is so good today. If I had known this, I should have left you a popsicle to quench your thirst."
Recently, he turned to selling popsicles in the countryside. It is the busy farming season, and the villagers working in the fields are sweating profusely. It would undoubtedly be a great enjoyment to taste an icy popsicle at this time.
Although he keeps a low profile, the delicious popsicles still attract long queues in front of his stall and demand can’t keep up with supply.
The villagers all know that no one would bother reporting small businesses like this. After all, these vendors bring real convenience to their daily lives.
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