bookrandom Chapter 389 No shortage of rice, flour, cooking oil, or anything else.
Chapter 389 No shortage of rice, flour, cooking oil, or anything else.
Qian Jin waved his hand and explained, "Pengfei is such a thoughtful kid, and he learns things quickly too. He would come to me whenever he had free time in the winter and actually learned to drive. A few days ago, he called me and asked us to help him get some supplies. They happened to be coming back today, so I took them with me from the bus station and delivered the supplies."
Qian Jin had worked at the passenger station for many years and had a long tenure. When the bus fleet was contracted out, he used his relationship with the leaders to contract out a route with the highest passenger volume.
Two years later, he used his connections to buy two more old minibuses, bringing his total fleet to four vehicles, including the two he had contracted.
He drives one himself, and hires people to drive the other three.
This time, he specially set aside a car to do some buying and selling business while prices were soaring. Unexpectedly, the profits were even more considerable than those from a sports car.
Qian Jin couldn't help but sigh, "If Pengfei hadn't gotten into university, given how quickly he learns things, I really would have liked to have him work with me."
Zhuang Chaoying smiled. "This kid's got a sharp mind. I was wondering what he was doing all winter break. Turns out he was looking for you."
The small shop at the entrance of their alley was out of stock, and Mr. and Mrs. Wang saw that Teacher Zhuang's family had brought back so much rice and flour. "Teacher Zhuang, this is really amazing, you've brought back so much rice, flour, and cooking oil. Your nephew is very good, and your son and daughter are even better. Could you spare two bags of rice for our family?"
Zhuang Chaoying smiled as she looked at Xiao Wang's wife, A Xiang. "There are also some from the Lin family. If there are any left over after we move in, we'll give you two bags."
Ah Xiang nodded with a smile. "Thank you so much, Teacher Zhuang."
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Huang Ling was sitting on the sofa, eating an orange.
Suddenly, she heard the courtyard gate creak open.
She looked up and saw Xiaoting, Tunan, and Pengfei carrying heavy loads of rice and flour as they walked in. "Auntie, where should we put all this?"
She quickly stood up, almost knocking over the fruit plate on the coffee table. "Ugh, put it here, put it here."
As Huang Ling spoke, she quickly stepped forward, her expression one of delight.
“This time our family really has everything we need. Pengfei, you must have spent a lot of money. Here you go, Auntie.”
She looked at Pengfei with heartache and reached for her wallet.
Pengfei smiled and shook his head. "Auntie, I have money. I just saw that prices in Shanghai have risen so much that I was worried you and Uncle wouldn't be able to buy anything even if you queued up every day, so I called Uncle Qian in advance. Tu Nan and I each paid half of the money."
"Pengfei, Tunan, how much money did it cost? Mom/Auntie will give it to you."
Huang Ling insisted on giving them money, because in her heart, it wasn't easy for the children to work part-time selling plastic bags on Sundays.
Tu Nan quickly added, "Mom, I have money. I'll ask you for it when I'm short of money."
Huang Ling smiled and nodded, her eyes full of satisfaction. All her children were so good, so sensible and filial. "Okay, if you need money, be sure to tell Mom, Pengfei, you know that too."
Pengfei grinned and nodded.
After moving all the supplies to their house, everyone rushed to move them to Lin Dongzhe's house.
As soon as they arrived at the Lin family's door, they heard Song Ying's voice. "Dongzhe, you bought so much?"
"Mom, this is all thanks to Pengfei contacting Uncle Qian in advance. It saved you and Dad from having to squeeze into the department store with them." Dongzhe said as he helped everyone carry the things into the house.
Finally, all the supplies were moved.
Tu Nan patted the flour off his hands. "Xiao Ting and Dong Zhe, you two stay home. Peng Fei and I will deliver some rice and flour to your sister-in-law's family and be back in a bit."
Xiaoting nodded. "Okay, brother, be careful when you're moving things."
In the evening, the family sat around the dining table. Xiaoting watched her father gag from time to time. She wanted to laugh but dared not, her face turning slightly red from holding it in.
Looking at her mother, however, she was eating with great relish, her appetite was exceptionally good.
Pengfei also learned that his aunt was pregnant with another baby. In his heart, he would support any decision his aunt made without reservation.
He secretly vowed that he would earn money in the future to help his uncle and aunt take care of their unborn younger brother/sister.
Huang Ling gently patted Chao Ying's back, stood up, and took a dried plum from the cabinet. "Eat one to calm down, it'll make you feel better."
As Zhuang Chaoying ate the plums, her nausea subsided considerably. Everyone says that sour foods indicate a boy and spicy foods indicate a girl, and she herself liked both sour and spicy foods.
But my preferences don't seem to have anything to do with Ah Ling.
He looked at the three children in front of him, his expression turning serious. "Your mother and aunt, you absolutely cannot tell anyone about your pregnancy. This is a matter of life and death, you know?"
Then all three of them nodded in unison.
Xiaoting said playfully, though they both understood the seriousness of the matter. "Dad, we're not children anymore, you don't need to tell us so many times."
As for why Wanshu didn't come, it's because they've only registered their marriage and haven't held their wedding banquet yet. It's not appropriate for them to live together right now; they'll wait until after the banquet to officially move in together.
Although times are slowly changing, some old ideas are still deeply rooted in people's minds, and they can't resist the gossip of those with big mouths.
Huang Ling had prepared the money well in advance of the start of the school year.
She gave each of the three children 500 yuan for living expenses. Prices are rising sharply now, and the school can't possibly keep up with the price increases. She was afraid that the children would secretly save money and suffer for themselves.
The day before they left, Huang Ling secretly slipped money into the bottom of the children's schoolbags when they weren't looking.
In her heart, Pengfei was the most sensitive child. He had experienced so much since he was a child, and he was the most pitiful.
At the station, a bus is parked to the side, its engine started.
Xiaoting, Tunan, and Pengfei, carrying their luggage and backpacks, were preparing to board the bus.
Huang Ling walked quickly to their side, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in each child's ear, "There's five hundred yuan under your schoolbag. You're going to university, so studying is the most important thing. Don't skimp on the money you need to spend, and don't deprive yourselves."
Upon hearing this, Pengfei instinctively reached into his schoolbag to check, but Huang Ling quickly reached out and gently pushed them away.
"Alright, get on the bus, we're about to leave. Remember to call home when you get to school."
The children boarded the bus one by one, waving goodbye to Huang Ling and Song Ying through the windows.
Huang Ling and Song Ying stood side by side on the platform, looking in the direction the bus had gone.
The house will be quiet again once these children leave.
However, the child's arrival was quite timely; in a few days, the house will be lively again.
Song Ying turned her head and looked Huang Ling up and down. "Sister Ling, I feel like you've gained weight in the past two weeks."
Huang Ling subconsciously reached up and touched her face. "Really? I didn't really notice."
Song Ying nodded affirmatively. "Yes, her face has become a bit rounder."
Huang Ling couldn't help but laugh and muttered under her breath, "Isn't it because you and Chao Ying take such good care of me, not letting me do anything, and cooking delicious food for me every day? How could I not gain weight?"
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