Chapter 503

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

"It's fine, you're so busy with work, you've already asked your boss for a day off today, tomorrow you should go to work as normal, if you keep asking for leave, what if your boss gets unhappy?"

Wang Shuisheng saw the disappointment in his son's eyes, and comforted him with a smiling tone: "Besides, there happens to be a train back tonight, I'll nap on the train and I'll be home tomorrow, I'm not at ease with your mom alone at home either."

Wang Yong looked at his father, his heart a mix of feelings, wanting to say something but knowing he couldn't persuade his stubborn father, he could only sigh and silently put food into his father's bowl with his chopsticks.

After a while, the food on the table was eaten clean by the father and son.

Even the sauce at the bottom of that plate of Red Braised Pork was scraped into his bowl by Wang Shuisheng with his chopsticks, mixed with the last mouthful of rice and eaten.

"Dad, are you full?"

Wang Yong looked at the empty plates and empty bowls on the table, and asked with some worry: "If you're not full, I'll go order a couple more dishes for you."

As he spoke he prepared to stand up.

"Full, full!"

Wang Shuisheng hurriedly reached out and grabbed his son's arm, afraid he'd really go order: "I've never eaten this full in my life! This meal made my whole body comfortable, so satisfying! If I order more I won't be able to eat it, we can't waste such good stuff."

Wang Yong nodded, accompanied his father toward the restaurant entrance, looking at his father's somewhat restrained steps, couldn't help but ask again: "Dad, you really won't stay a few more days? Our boss is easy to talk to, asking for a day off tomorrow is no problem."

"No need, you focus on your work, your mom is still at home waiting for me to return!"

Although Wang Shuisheng's eyes also held reluctance, he still shook his head and said.

Wang Yong looked at the increasingly white hair on his father's head, although reluctant to let his father leave so early, he also knew his father's temper, so he could only nod: "Alright, I know you're not at ease with mom alone at home, then I'll send you to the station."

Arriving at the Food Street intersection, Wang Yong reached out and hailed a taxi.

Wang Shuisheng originally wanted to say taking the bus was fine, but seeing his son had already gotten in, he could only sigh and, somewhat distressed, sat into the back seat of the taxi.

The station wasn't far from Food Street, father and son took a taxi for less than twenty minutes and arrived at Jiangcheng Railway Station.

All the way from the station square to the station entrance, Wang Shuisheng kept chattering and urging his son to pay attention to his health and such, looking a bit long-winded.

Usually at home he didn't speak much, but when it came time to part with his son, the worry in his heart couldn't be suppressed no matter what, he always couldn't help wanting to say a few more words to his son.

The two stood outside the station entrance and spoke a lot more, until the train Wang Shuisheng was taking was about to start checking tickets, then Wang Shuisheng patted his son's shoulder, and followed the crowd into the station.

Wang Yong watched his father's receding back disappear into the crowd, only then turned to prepare to leave, simultaneously reaching into his pocket, intending to take out his mobile phone.

Unexpectedly he felt something in his pocket, he took it out and looked, it was a small cloth bundle wrapped in a handkerchief, opened it and inside was two thousand yuan.

Wang Yong pinched the cloth bundle and stood dazed in place, abruptly turned his head to look toward the station, his father's figure had long since disappeared into the crowd.

He stood in place stunned for a long time, then reached out and rubbed his reddened eyes, took a deep breath, and carefully put the cloth bundle in his hand into his close-fitting clothing pocket.

After that he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Manager Zhang, really sorry, just now I had something, didn't have time to check my phone, didn't reply to the messages in the group in time, sorry Manager."

The moment the call connected, the relaxed tone Wang Yong had when speaking with his father just now disappeared.

Replaced by a humble tone even carrying a few points of subservience: "Is there any work you need to arrange for me to do? I'm free right now."

From the other end of the phone came a man's scolding voice, sounding very angry.

Wang Yong held the phone on this end nodding and bowing continuously, mouth repeatedly apologizing: "Manager Zhang, sorry... don't be angry, I really had something today, I'll go back to the company right now, the design plan you want, I'll definitely rush it out tonight!"

Only after much difficulty did he hang up the phone, Wang Yong slowly put down the phone, wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He looked at the row of taxis parked by the road, then his steps turned, and he walked quickly toward the bus stop across the street.

While waiting for the bus, he finally had a bit of free time, opened his mobile banking APP.

The three-digit balance number on the screen made him sigh lightly, couldn't help but touch the small cloth bundle his father left for him when departing in his pocket again.

"Fortunately last week I bought a case of Instant Noodles online and stocked up, eating sparingly it can last another half month."

Wang Yong muttered quietly, his heart rapidly calculating: "After deducting the four hundred yuan for rent and utilities, there's still over two hundred left, should be able to last until the end of this month when salary is paid."

Actually Wang Yong is now a graphic designer at an advertising company, his monthly salary is four thousand yuan.

Among workplace newcomers in Jiangcheng who graduated less than a year ago, his income counts as middle level.

But every month his four thousand yuan salary as soon as it arrives in hand, he first sends three thousand to his father, the remaining one thousand yuan is all his living expenses.

Today he treated his father to a meal at Lu Family Restaurant, spent nearly a thousand yuan, long since exceeded his budget.

If not for the few hundred yuan reserve funds saved up over the past few months, right now he'd probably be worrying about even this month's rent.

Although his father left him two thousand yuan when departing, Wang Yong doesn't plan to spend it, he plans to wait until next month when salary is paid and send it together to his father's card.

The bus slowly stopped at the platform, Wang Yong followed a group of passengers carrying large and small bags and squeezed on with difficulty.

There were no seats on the bus, he reached out and grabbed the overhead strap, steadying his swaying body as the bus started.

Watching the streetscape slowly receding outside, Wang Yong couldn't help but sigh: "Ah... Lu Boss's shop stuff is delicious, but it's really not cheap either..."

After this meal treating his father, next time he wants to eat at Lu Family Restaurant again, he can only wait until next month when salary is paid.

Wang Yong recalled his father's look of enjoyment while eating just now, eyes shining, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve up slightly.

Although this meal nearly ate up a month of his living expenses, seeing his father eat with a face full of satisfaction, Wang Yong felt it was worth it.

Although current days are tight, as long as he works harder, when his design skills become more and more proficient, his salary might really become like what he told his father, rising to over ten thousand a month.

Then he could bring both his parents from his hometown over, let them stay in Jiangcheng for a while, that way every day he could bring the two elders to eat at Lu Boss's shop.

Thinking of these, Wang Yong's disappointment from being scolded by the manager just now, and the anxiety from his empty wallet, seemed to all be diluted by this anticipation for the future.