Liu Yafang was lucky that she was wearing black pants, otherwise everyone would have seen the blood on her buttocks. She was old, so she couldn't afford to be embarrassed.
After changing her clothes, Liu Yafang said to Zhao Dashan, who was checking the account:
"Where's Dashan? You stay here. I'm going back early today."
"Oh, okay." Zhao Dashan looked at Liu Yafang with confusion as she walked out with a small bag.
Why is Auntie wearing three layers of clothes in this hot summer? Puzzled for a moment, Zhao Dashan lowered his head and continued to press the calculator.
He warned himself to stick to his original intention and try to make every dollar count clearly. Bi Yue didn't check his account book, which showed her trust in him.
Zhao Dashan paused, then laughed at himself:
The only thing that remained unchanged between him and Yueyue was trust. As for other aspects, he had already lost them all and had lost many of his qualifications.
He couldn't help but sigh as he watched several waiters working in an orderly manner, sweeping the floor and wiping the tables, waiting for customers to come in around five o'clock in the evening. Then it would be another busy day.
Zhao Dashan thought of what happened the day before yesterday when he and Dai Hanfei went to a relative's house for dinner, and his heart suddenly became very upset.
Because that day, Han Fei's cousin's husband asked him in a joking tone: "How much money can you make in a year by running that small restaurant?" He felt very uncomfortable when he heard this, and also said in a joking tone:
"Just enough money for food and drink."
He wanted to be more modest, but his cousin's husband, the rickety driver who drove the boss, actually said something meaningful:
"Then you can't do it either? If you don't have a good job and can't make money, I tell you, Dashan, you have no status at home!"
When Zhao Dashan thinks back on the time when a man was told he was not capable, he feels that he was really good-tempered.
Perhaps it was his mother-in-law who appeared and looked at his cousin-in-law with a rather unhappy expression, so he turned and left.
Although he stayed for dinner and played cards for a while without showing anything, and Han Fei even praised him for not being petty, it was still quite awkward.
He is not narrow-minded, what can he say?
It was not unexpected to him at all. It was the same old story. When they went home in the evening, his mother-in-law would not let them go back to their own home and insisted that they all go to his father-in-law's home. In the end, when they were having tea and talking, she brought it up again.
They said that his high school diploma was wasted, so if he couldn't get a job, he could just work in a good company, and slowly gain experience before transferring. Or he could pool his money at home and open his own business. His father-in-law even said: Even if he sells tofu pudding, it is his own business, and it's not like his family can't afford to open a restaurant.
He refused again this time, but his refusal was different from before.
The father-in-law threw the cup on the spot in anger, and under the influence of alcohol, he scolded him for being useless, saying that if he worked for the Bi family, he would be kicked out sooner or later.
Zhao Dashan stood up, thinking about these troublesome things, while going to the back kitchen to check and asked Master Fan: "Are your two apprentices ready to take action?"
The restaurant only had a break at this time every day. Master Fan sat in the kitchen smoking a cigarette, looked at his two young apprentices, and said with a smile:
"Yes, if the teacher takes action, the master will starve to death."
Zhao Dashan smiled.
He had a plan in mind, and he felt that what Bi Yue said to him during the Chinese New Year was right.
Or you can open a chain of restaurants and do this in several locations, like Uncle Bi’s tobacco and liquor store.
Now it seems that the accounts of the money earned are there, it is completely feasible and profitable, but he has to spend money on buying a house and renovating it. He thought of a way.
He didn't want to work alone. The only connection he had with Bi Yue was the restaurant and the trust they had in him. He wanted to work with Bi Yue on a larger scale.
If you want to gain the respect of those who look down on others, you have to open one business after another, make a name for yourself, expand your business, and become famous.
Let them see what the little people from the countryside are capable of.
So what if you don’t have a job?
A small person can also rely on himself to work hard bit by bit, live better than anyone else, and have better food and clothing than anyone else.
Instead, now even my father-in-law and mother-in-law are looked down upon.
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Liu Yafang hurriedly unlocked the door and felt her lower abdomen cramping and painful. After opening the door, she ran to the toilet in the backyard.
I was still puzzled, and muttered to myself:
"You said you hadn't had your period in months, so how come it came out of nowhere? Bi Tiegang, you're always up to no good, pushing me to death. Look at the pain I'm having."
He took off his outer pants and then the black work pants underneath.
In the middle of summer, Liu Yafang had to reverse her car and squeeze into the bus, running and bumping all the way home. Her pants were soaked with sweat and stuck to her legs. When she squatted in the toilet, her back was also covered with sweat. She fanned away the flies flying around with her hands.
In the small toilet, there were two hooks nailed to the cement wall, and hanging on the hooks was a bag, a small flowered cloth bag.
The bag contains toilet paper for the family to use when going to the toilet.
What about that little floral bag? It's for Liu Yafang and Bi Yue, the mother and daughter. It holds sanitary napkins.
Liu Yafang wasn't so particular before. What kind of sanitary napkins are they? I've never seen them before.
The first time she used it, she made a joke. She tore the outer layer of the sanitary napkin, leaving only the inner layer. After using it for the first time, she even scolded Bi Yue:
"You're wasting your money! This is worse than toilet paper. It's all clumped up in a short time. What kind of crap did you spend your money on? Don't use it anymore."
When her daughter heard this, she felt something was wrong and asked her, Emma, she only then realized that it was enough to tear off the paper and not to peel off that layer as well.
Thinking about it later, I still find it quite funny. Her daughter was speechless to her for several days. She was just an old village girl who moved to the city.
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