Qin Huairu, You're a jinx, a jinx! (Tipping collection)
In the middle court.
Yi Zhonghai's house.
Yi Zhonghai and Aunt Yi had just eaten.
At this moment.
Yi Zhonghai was beaming.
He was holding a brand-new porcelain jar with the words 'Glory of Labor' engraved on it.
"It's finally over! Lin Ping finally left. If this guy didn't leave, his Guan Huan in the factory would have been suppressing me!”
"Exactly!"
Aunt Yi quickly replied, her voice filled with joy.
"Well, he just left not long ago. Heh, you've gained the factory manager's attention. This brand new porcelain jar is your proof of honor!”
"Low profile, low profile!"
Yi Zhonghai's face was full of pride and he pretended to be humble.
As he spoke, he suddenly smelled the fragrance of meat.
"What fragrant meat…Is this red braised pork? Whose?"
Aunt Yi also smelled it.
She immediately leaned against the window and smelled the fragrance of the meat.
His face, which was beaming with joy just a moment ago, suddenly frowned.
"It's actually the Lin Ping family!？”
"Lin Ping's eight-year-old son, Lin Weiguo? That kid…is cooking braised pork?”
The two of them instantly widened their eyes.
They knew that Lin Ping had good culinary skills when he was alive.
Furthermore, he had taught his son, Lin Weiguo, before he died.
At this moment.
They were not surprised that Lin Weiguo knew how to cook braised pork.
What shocked them was that the entire courtyard was living frugally, and they could only eat red braised pork a few times a year.
You're an orphan, and you're eating braised pork now?
This comparison.
How could they not be shocked!
"This kid is probably a prodigal! A few days ago, the factory manager personally sent over 500 yuan as compensation!”
An auntie stammered.
Yi Zhonghai shook his head.
"The Lin family's pension is more than 500 yuan!”
"Lin Ping's monthly salary is 99 yuan, just like me. After these few years, I'm afraid that the family's savings are at least 500 yuan.”
"That means that Lin Weiguo has at least 1000 yuan in his hands!”
Aunt Yi was shocked when she heard this.
"1000 yuan? My goodness! This is too scary!"
Yi Zhonghai looked regretful.
"A huge sum of 1000 yuan is really wasted in this kid's hands! If you can give us some, we can think of a way to spend it on Silly Zhu. Let him owe us a favor and support us in our old age. How good would that be!”
Old age.
It was Yi Zhonghai and Aunt Yi's biggest worry now.
……
Middle Court, Silly Pillar's house.
Silly Zhu was eating peanuts with Xiao Jiu.
As he was reminiscing, he was passing Qin Huairu a steamed bun when he touched her finger.
It was like an electric shock.
This woman has a voluptuous figure and a beautiful appearance. She's my type!
Sigh!
What a pity!
However, now that Jia Dongxu was dead, he didn't know if he could…
Just as he was thinking about dirty things.
Suddenly, he smelled the fragrance of meat!
Hmm?
Red braised pork?
That was not right.
It was…Dongpo Pork!
This was…the Lin family, Lin Weiguo?
An eight-year-old Lin Weiguo eating Dongpo Pork at home?
This taste was too authentic!
Even if I am a master chef, I'm afraid I can't cook such an authentic Dongpo Pork.
He didn't expect Lin Ping, a welder, to have such skills.
He even taught it to that little bastard.
Just this craftsmanship.
If Lin Ping hadn't chosen to be a welder back then, he would have been the one to become the head chef of the canteen in the rolling mill!
And now, the eight-year-old Lin Weiguo had such skills.
Tsk tsk!
It was so terrifying.
Thinking of this, Silly Zhu was a little jealous!
……
The Jia family's residence in the middle court.
There was a plate of steamed buns and a plate of cornbread on the table.
Their bowls were filled with wild vegetable soup.
Jia Zhangshi was distributing the steamed buns while reprimanding Little Dang.
"Your mom asked for three steamed buns from Silly Zhu for our precious grandson. You money-losing thing, where is your share!”
After saying that, he left her alone and his precious grandson alone.
The remaining one was directly split into two.
Half of it was placed in his own bowl, and the other half was stuffed into the bowl of the stick.
Little Dang could only whine in grievance and squat at the side with tears in his eyes.
Qin Huairu, who had a pretty figure, was staring at the wild vegetable porridge and cornbread in her bowl.
He sighed!
The three steamed buns he had gotten from Silly Pillar were actually for the three children, Little Dang and Little Huai Hua.
He didn't even keep it for himself.
Now, it was all in the bowl of the stick and Grandma.
The remaining one didn't even have a share of Xiaodang or Huai Hua.
Not to mention himself.
It was simply shameless.
Now, the Jia family, as long as there was a little fine grain or delicious food, would be close to them!
He had nothing to do with Little Dang and Little Flower Tree.
Qin Huairu sighed again.
He could only put down the sleeping locust flower. She squatted down and comforted Little Dang softly.
Jia Zhangshi heard her daughter-in-law sigh and immediately flew into a rage.
"What's wrong? Qin Huairu, are you regretting marrying into our Jia family?”
Qin Huairu was so frightened that she hurriedly shook her head.
"Mom, I didn't mean that!" Jia Zhangshi refused to let it go.
"You don't mean that? I think that's what you mean."
"Why is my Jia family's life so bitter? It's all your fault.”
"Look at you and that damned Lin in the countryside. Now that he's dead from a work-related injury, he's an orphan with a short life. Now, you're jinxing my son and causing Dongxu to die from a work-related injury. You're a jinx!"
"My Jia family's days have plummeted! All of this is because of you, the jinx!”
Qin Huairu hugged Little Dang and listened to Jia Zhangshi's curses as tears streamed down her face.
What kind of life was this!
Jia Zhang-shi was about to continue cursing.
Suddenly.
Everyone smelled a strong fragrance of meat.
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