Pei Xiaoman looked at Pei Mingyuan, hoping it wasn’t true.
But unfortunately, Pei Mingyuan nodded, his expression sowhat disheartened.
Pei Xiaoman suddenly felt guilty, disregarding her fatigue, "Dad, I... it’s all my fault..." She lowered her head.
Pei Mingyuan stood up, patted Pei Xiaoman’s head, and smiled: "It’s okay, it’s fate, can’t fight it, so we have to endure it. Maybe the closure of our restaurant is inevitable."
But Pei Xiaoman clenched her fist, suddenly stood up, and said through gritted teeth: "I’m going to confront Uncle Lin for justice!"
Just as Pei Xiaoman stood up, Pei Mingyuan stretched out his hand and pressed down on her shoulder, pushing her back down.
Pei Mingyuan said: "Don’t go, even if you go you can’t explain it, we gave the money, got the goods, even if you go back now, they won’t admit it. Besides, I’ve done business with Uncle Lin for so long, he wouldn’t cheat , it’s probably his son blinded by money, so he sold us so problematic spices."
Pei Xiaoman bit her lip, and said softly: "But that’s over twenty thousand yuan, taken from mom’s dical expenses." Saying this brought a wave of bitterness to her heart, and Pei Xiaoman couldn’t help but wipe her eyes with her sleeve.
Pei Mingyuan sighed softly, and said nothing more.
...
Fang Yi spent most of the day tidying up the clinic.
All alone, Fang Yi felt both motivated and powerless; to clean everything quickly, a day wouldn’t be enough.
During a break, Fang Yi sat on a chair, crossed one leg over the other, and lit a cigarette.
Halfway through the cigarette, a chubby person walked in.
It’s not that Fang Yi wanted to think so, it’s just his body was indeed chubby, big ears and head, wearing a down jacket which made him look even bulkier—seed sowhat innocent, holding a bag of chips in his left hand, still eating as he ca in.
The chubby kid saw Fang Yi, imdiately lowered his head, seed a bit shy, and said, "My... my mom... asks you... to... co eat... eat."
"Your mom?"
The chubby kid said nothing more, turned around and dashed out, leaving Fang Yi there.
Fang Yi twitched the corner of his mouth, really couldn’t tell; Granny Wu must be at least sixty, while the chubby kid is just fifteen or sixteen, probably Granny Wu had him in her forties, a late childbirth.
As soone invited him over for a al, Fang Yi didn’t hold back; he was hungry anyway, going over to grab a al was no big deal, he could reciprocate another day.
Fang Yi arrived at the mahjong house, the players had gone ho and would return after lunch for another round.
"Little emperor, you’re here, co in and sit, it’s ti to eat." Granny Wu called.
"Alright, then sorry for the trouble, Granny Wu." Fang Yi entered.
On the table were a few dishes, the chubby kid sat beside the table, staring at the fragrant dishes with a foolish smile, couldn’t help but reach out and grab a piece of fatty at to eat.
Fang Yi didn’t stop him, Granny Wu ca in with an apron and smacked the chubby kid’s hand, saying: "No sneaking food!"
The chubby kid looked up and grinned at Granny Wu.
This scene was fully taken in by Fang Yi’s eyes.
Granny Wu doted on her youngest son, and could only give him a chicken leg, which gave him delight, he imdiately chewed on the chicken leg.
Granny Wu untied her apron and sat down, just after sitting she rembered sothing, took a bottle of high-proof liquor and a cup, placing them in front of Fang Yi.
"Thanks for the trouble, Granny." Fang Yi said.
"It’s no trouble at all, from now on we’re neighbors, if you don’t feel like cooking, just co over here to eat." Granny Wu said with a smile, it was hard to connect her to the image of soone wielding a broom earlier.
And that foolish son munching on the chicken leg.
Every family has their own challenges.
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