At this point, Bi Cheng showed an anxious expression and turned to look at Bi Yue:
"But sister, whether she gives it to you or not, don't argue with mom in the middle of the New Year. I don't want that house anymore, so if you can't do it, just trick her and tell her that she needs the money to buy me a house and you can use it to renovate it."
Seeing how scared her brother was, Bi Yue felt helpless. She closed her eyes and felt inexplicably sad.
When she really wants to quarrel with her family?
Bi Yue said calmly and resignedly:
"It's okay. If you don't give it to me, I'll owe my uncle the rent first and say hello to him.
There is money in the passbook at the hotel, but my uncle has never asked for it, and our mother doesn't know about it.
But sooner or later, I will have to get back the 80,000 yuan that my mother has.
Look at how much money she has to save. I had to look at her expression. I was so confused at that time. How could I let her save money?
Dacheng, it's not that I'm trying to separate you from my parents, it's just that I don't have the capital to do anything, and it's hard to explain it to them. Do you understand?
Bring me a notebook and a pen, and pour out the water for me to wash my feet."
"Huh?" Bi Cheng was stunned. This doesn't make sense?
"I'm writing a letter to your brother Chu, what are you doing? Don't imitate your brother Dashan in the future. Why are you all so slow in reaction? It's a good thing you're not a soldier. You can't get far even if bombarded."
Bi Chengxin said, women are extroverts. Is it okay to praise Chu Yifeng by stepping on her own brother?
Bi Yue looked and sounded like an optimist, but actually she felt a little aggrieved.
That kind of inexplicable grievance.
This time, she was mentally prepared. Even if her mother really didn't support her, she didn't plan to make a big deal about it.
The renovation would cost at most a few thousand, and labor is very cheap nowadays.
She was really too lazy to fight over a few thousand dollars. All her family members thought she had a bad temper and was unfilial. She felt aggrieved, worried, and wronged, okay?
Bi Yue lay on the kang and began to "paint a rosy picture" for herself and Chu Yifeng.
She didn't expect that her nonsense fantasy at this time would not be realized by her afterwards, but Chu Yifeng did it all.
"Chu Yifeng, I feel so poor, even though I just earned tens of thousands.
Don't you think people know how to be content? Nothing is easy. Take this restaurant I run, for example..."
Bi Yue bit the pen cap, stared at the wall of fire, thought for a while, and began to tell the story.
She thinks novels are deceptive.
The hero and heroine always meet a great chef who has been passed down for generations, or they have some chance, but why doesn't she have anything? She just chops one step at a time.
Also, things from later generations can only be improved upon today.
It doesn't fit national conditions, doesn't involve market research, and isn't accepted by the public. Taking later-generation ideas and applying them to the 1980s is a dead end, isn't it? (To be continued.)
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