Chapter 252: The Deceitful Beast (Part 5)

After one o'clock in the afternoon, when Chen Huihong led Huihui and Qin Luo to Huang Ji to sponge a meal, Qin Luo was already completely in the appearance of someone who had drowned while swimming in the ocean of mathematics.

As soon as Qin Huai saw Qin Luo's expression, he knew that the tutoring session this morning must have been very successful.

She had really learned it.

"Did Luo Luo, eat more meat." Qin Huai picked up a piece of Dongpo elbow for Qin Luo, revealing a good brother's smile. "The effect of the tutoring in the afternoon will be better if you are full."

Qin Luo's moved expression immediately retracted.

"There's still more in the afternoon?!"

"Physics tutoring at 4 o'clock, chemistry tutoring at 7 o'clock in the evening. Both physics and chemistry are only for one hour; the time is short." Qin Huai indicated that he wasn't some devil and couldn't possibly really let his sister tutor for 6 hours a day.

There always had to be some time left to do homework and slack off.

Qin Luo instantly felt that the elbow in her bowl wasn't as fragrant anymore.

Qin Luo looked down at the elbow in her bowl. Qin Huai had picked up a piece of elbow skin for her, with only a little meat attached. The elbow skin was sauce-colored, wrapped in rich soup, and looking closely, there was some translucency inside. Just looking at it, one knew it must be very Q-bouncy, melting in the mouth, and exceptionally delicious.

This was the most essential elbow skin in a whole elbow.

One mouthful with rice, that taste.

Slurp.

Qin Luo immediately took a mouthful with rice, feeling that her brother still loved her.

Although her brother had arranged a full schedule of tutoring for her, he had also given her the elbow skin she loved most.

"Brother, this elbow is so delicious. Can I eat elbow tomorrow?" Qin Luo made a longing sound.

Qin Huai looked at Huang Jia; the elbow was made by Huang Jia.

Seeing that Qin Luo could choose his elbow over the big-boiled dried tofu made by Huang Shengli, Huang Jia was very moved and immediately nodded, indicating that Qin Huai's sister was his sister—what was wrong with his own sister loving to eat some elbow? Eat!

Eat a big portion!

"Eat," Qin Huai said.

Qin Luo felt that her vacation life was beautiful again.

After eight o'clock in the evening, Qin Huai brought the packed meal back. Seeing Qin Huai had returned, Chen Huihong led Huihui, who had already finished her homework and started watching cartoons, back. Before leaving, she didn't forget to swipe two fruits and share half the meal.

"Mom, are we coming to accompany Sister Did Luo Luo to do homework tomorrow?" Huihui asked Chen Huihong while eating a cheese stick as they left.

"Yes, we will come every day from now on. Does Huihui like accompanying Sister Did Luo Luo to do homework?" Chen Huihong said gently.

"I like it, but Sister Did Luo Luo has so much homework; I finished mine a long time ago, and she is still writing."

The door closed.

Sitting at the dining table, Qin Luo, who was writing the test paper left by the chemistry teacher with a bitter face, didn't show it on her face, but the little person in her heart was shedding tears while nodding frantically.

Brother, look, Huihui can see that I have so much homework; can I tutor two fewer subjects?

Qin Huai indicated that tutoring fewer was impossible. When he was in high school, he tutored even more during vacation; basically, every day was opening his eyes and tutoring.

In a sense, Qin Huai's high school vacation was when he liked researching dim sum the most. He didn't even need Qin Luo to take the initiative to say what she wanted to eat; every day after Qin Huai finished tutoring and got home, he would ask Qin Luo if she had seen anything she wanted to eat while watching TV.

Once a person starts working and studying, as long as they aren't working and studying, doing anything else is interesting.

"Did the teacher leave homework?" Qin Huai glanced at the test paper.

Very good, graduated for many years, can't understand it at all.

"Left a lot, all three teachers left some. I only played on my phone for an hour this afternoon, and I didn't have any time to play on my phone at night either." Qin Luo almost shed two lines of tears.

"You can play tomorrow; there are only two teachers tomorrow, and both are for one hour," Qin Huai comforted.

Qin Luo: qaq

"Write slowly. I'm going into the room to research recipes; just send me a message if you have anything, don't come in," Qin Huai said, entering the room.

Qin Luo looked at the unfinished test paper, thought that she only had to tutor two subjects tomorrow, and felt it wasn't a big problem; she could play on her phone for a while first.

Qin Luo took out the snacks she hadn't finished eating yesterday from the snack cabinet and started happy mode.

Qin Huai, of course, didn't go into the room to look at recipes.

He was going to touch recipes.

Enduring for a day without looking at Gong Liang's memory, Qin Huai couldn't endure any longer. He specifically asked for a day off in the taste-testing group today, indicating he wouldn't make dim sum tonight and would continue tomorrow night.

The grandpas and grandmas expressed understanding one after another, indicating that Little Qin Master working during the day and working overtime at night was truly hard, and it didn't matter if they ate a little less for two days.

Everyone had good health and could queue up; if they couldn't eat the small stove, they could move small stools to the entrance of Huang Ji to queue in the morning.

Qin Huai had a rough idea of the content of Gong Liang's memory this time; if there were no accidents, it was definitely the birthday banquet.

Qin Huai sent a message in the 【Love Each Other Family】 group indicating he was going to look at Gong Liang's memory and would tell everyone what he saw in a few minutes.

Chen Huihong replied to the message in seconds: 1, waiting in the front row.

It could be seen that Chen Huihong hadn't surfed the internet less recently.

Qin Huai didn't hesitate, clicked 【A Segment of Gong Liang's Memory】, and chose yes.

【Memory loading—】.

Entering his eyes was Gong Liang's home.

Just like what he saw in the memory last time, the living room was small and simple, the coal stove was placed in the corner, Gong's mother was squatting on the ground using the coal stove to cook porridge, and a plate of sauce cucumbers with very poor appearance was placed on the small wooden table.

Gong Liang was carrying his father on his back in his parents' room, carrying him from the room to the rocking chair outside to sit.

One could tell at a glance that the rocking chair was newly made; it was the newest furniture in the Gong family.

Gong's father tried hard to hook his arm around Gong Liang's arm, letting his son use less strength, but without success, and could only sigh deeply.

"Dad, you're sighing again," Gong Liang said.

"Dad's fault, Dad's fault, shouldn't have sighed." Gong's father apologized repeatedly, his expression looking much brighter; it was much better than the state of a living dead person lying on the bed that Qin Huai saw in the memory last time.

"But Little Liang, is the doctor in Jin Ling reliable? In our factory, there are those paralyzed by strokes, and I haven't heard of anyone who can get better and walk. Don't spend so much money treating it and have no effect."

"You finally negotiated a big order at the trade fair, and the factory specially issued an 800-yuan bonus, and the sales department had an additional 400-yuan subsidy. This money should have been used to pay off debts, and the rest should have been saved for your marriage. Look, the family hasn't added any good things for so many years, and you haven't even got a watch now that you've been made permanent."

"You run around negotiating orders all year round; if you don't have a watch on your hand, the leaders of the procurement department will look down on you."

"Besides, you finally managed to win back Little Guo, and her parents also agreed to this marriage, planning to get married next year. The family should add some new furniture; bicycles and radios must be bought. Even if you don't want a watch, you have to buy a watch for Little Guo, and there's the bride price—money has to be spent everywhere," Gong's father started his nagging mode.

Gong Liang said helplessly: "Dad, I negotiated orders at the trade fair without a watch anyway." "You just rest assured and treat your illness, don't think about this and that. Didn't the doctor say? If you think about it randomly, this illness will be slow to treat. If it can be treated well, you can walk in the future. You being able to walk in the future is stronger than anything."

"When Mom and I brought gifts to Mingzhu's house, Mom patted her chest and guaranteed to Mingzhu's parents that your illness could be cured and you would definitely be able to walk on the ground in the future. You can't let Mom break her promise, and then others will say our family is cheating in marriage, right?" Gong Liang started his big-bluffing mode.

Gong's father was scared quite a bit and hurriedly said: "That can't be, that can't be."

"What did that physician say I should practice last time? Practice, practice more. Dad will definitely treat it well, absolutely not think too much, and stand up before you and Little Guo get married."

Gong's mother was still cooking porridge, and hearing Gong's father say this, she smiled helplessly and shook her head.

The aunt next door heard the movement, hugged a basin of clothes, and walked out smiling: "Brother Gong, who in the silk weaving factory doesn't envy you for having such a good son as Little Liang now? Little Liang negotiated so many orders alone, the whole factory benefited, and the previously owed wages, bonuses, and subsidies were all issued, and additional bonuses were issued. When the money was issued, my Old Xia was like crazy, going home and telling me directly that he had never seen so much money in his life."

"Two days ago, I was still hearing people say that the factory director was inquiring everywhere about whether there were any doctors who could treat strokes; many people thought someone in the factory director's family had a stroke."

"Your blessings are still to come."

Gong's father heard this and smiled from ear to ear.

The aunt smiled at Gong Liang: "Little Liang, you go to work with peace of mind. If the sun comes out in a while, I'll call my two boys to carry your father down to bask in the sun."

"Thank you, Aunt Xia."

"Oh, what's there to thank? Now our silk weaving factory is counting on you; I've heard it all. You're going to Jin Ling to negotiate orders in a while, negotiate well; my Old Xia's bonus is counting on your sales department."

Gong Liang smiled, picked up his bag, and went to work. Gong's mother stuffed a boiled egg to Gong Liang. Gong Liang walked slowly, eating as he walked.

The closer he got to the silk weaving factory, the more people recognized Gong Liang.

Along the way, everyone was greeting him; they called him everything—Little Gong, Little Liang, Salesman Gong, Clerk Gong. Some people even stopped their bicycles wanting to give Gong Liang a ride, but were rejected by Gong Liang.

It could be seen that Gong Liang indeed hadn't been bragging; he had indeed negotiated a shocking big order at the trade fair, saving the building from collapsing and saving the silk weaving factory from fire and water.

The current Gong Liang was no longer the mediocre Little Gong who had just been made permanent in the sales department; he was the famous gold-medal salesman of the silk weaving factory.

They all said that people are in high spirits when they encounter happy events. Gong Liang fell into the low valley and climbed out of the low valley; naturally, he was proud of his success, and his waist was straight when he walked.

Gong Liang's breakfast was eaten in the canteen of the silk weaving factory. Although the silk weaving factory was doing well now, the canteen was as stingy as ever; breakfast was mixed-grain steamed buns with too much black flour and sparse rice porridge.

Relying on the advantage of brushing his face, Gong Liang got the hidden version from the server—mixed-grain steamed buns with corn flour mixed with white flour.

The appearance of the steamed buns was worse than the sauce cucumbers at Gong Liang's home; I don't know if it was because there was too much corn flour mixed in, but the surface of the steamed buns was pitted.

After finishing breakfast, Gong Liang went to the sales department to work.

In the sales department, Section Chief Chen was leisurely drinking tea and reading the newspaper, looking like the years were quiet and good.

Seeing Gong Liang come, Section Chief Chen stood up smiling like he had seen a treasure, stuffed a boiled little egg to Gong Liang, and asked: "Little Gong, you don't need to run around outside during this time, rest well and build up your energy, preparing for the order to be negotiated in Jin Ling in August."

"I know, Section Chief. Last time at the trade fair, I specifically asked for the contact information of colleagues in the sales departments of several big factories in Jin Ling, Magic City, Beiping, and Shenzhen, and I have been writing letters to contact them during this time."

"It's just that I need the factory to approve some funds; I plan to actually visit Jin Ling in a while."

"Good, good, good." Section Chief Chen nodded repeatedly. "Approve, all can be approved. Whoever doesn't approve your funds, I'll chop him."

Gong Liang started working.

The content of the work was the same as what Qin Huai saw last time: reading newspapers, collecting information, writing letters.

What was different was that now, when Gong Liang was working, no one would chat with him for no reason, and colleagues would involuntarily walk lightly when passing by him, fearing to disturb him.

When going to the canteen for lunch, colleagues from the sales department would also squeeze beside Gong Liang, so they could rub Gong Liang's face and let the server serve more good dishes.

After work, Gong Liang went to the canteen to eat first as usual. Just as he came out of the office, he ran into Guo Mingzhu waiting for him in the corridor.

Qin Huai was shocked when he saw Guo Mingzhu.

When Guo Mingzhu was young, she was truly a standard great beauty—egg-shaped face, big eyes, tall, slender figure, fair skin, the kind that was white and bright. She herself was a dancer in the art troupe, her hair tied up, and even if she wore ordinary long pants and long sleeves, her temperament was very prominent when she stood in the crowd.

The kind you could see at a glance.

At this moment, Qin Huai was a little jealous of Gong Liang.

Buddy, aren't you going through a tribulation? You're acting like a male lead in a novel here.

"Our canteen has braised pork today, I brought you a meal," Guo Mingzhu said with a smile, two dimples appearing on her face when she smiled.

The two walked toward the canteen together.

"How is Uncle recovering now?" Guo Mingzhu asked.

"Quite good," Gong Liang said with a smile. "His hands have more strength than before, it's just that he still can't move below the waist. The doctor said this can't be rushed and must come slowly, it's just that my dad always feels that going to Jin Ling for treatment is too expensive, and he has to nag about it every few days."

"I scared him this morning, saying that last time Mom and I went to your house, we guaranteed that he would definitely be able to walk on the ground before we got married, and your parents agreed to the marriage. With such a scare, I guess my dad won't nag for the next few months."

Guo Mingzhu covered her mouth and laughed: "Why are you scaring Uncle like that."

"Mom can't stay at home and watch him every day; he thinks blindly when he stays at home alone, so I scare him to find something for him to do."

"By the way, tomorrow is my birthday, Jing..."

"Know, know, how could I not remember your birthday? I've already bought the movie tickets; I'll treat you to a movie after work!" Guo Mingzhu thought Gong Liang was reminding her not to forget their date tomorrow.

Gong Liang was stunned: "This movie might not be watchable; Master Jing is calling us to go to the state-run restaurant for dinner tomorrow."

Guo Mingzhu was extremely pleasantly surprised: "There's such a good thing?!"

"Eating at the state-run restaurant, do I need to bring food stamps? I don't have many remaining food stamps on hand; I'll ask my parents for some when I go back today."

"What are we eating tomorrow? Braised pork? Sauce elbow? If I had known, I wouldn't have bought an ounce of braised pork today, and saved the food stamps to eat tomorrow."

Gong Liang was amused by Guo Mingzhu's train of thought: "Master Jing is paying for the ingredients and cooking himself; no food stamps are needed. He said tomorrow is my first birthday after the bad luck has passed, so it must be celebrated well."

"Hmm, it must be celebrated well." Guo Mingzhu nodded heavily, looked at Gong Liang, and the two smiled together.

Qin Huai, who was standing on the side:...

What kind of day is this for a cool-text male lead.

Successful career, smooth love, beautiful wife, and can eat a big meal tomorrow.

It made his teeth shatter.

Going to Mount Zhangbai to play with friends~

The update time for the next few days will be unstable.

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