bookrandom Chapter 217 English Dictionary, don't fight over it.
Chapter 217 English Dictionary, don't fight over it.
Zhuang Tunan quickly waved his hand. "Dad, I was just saying it offhand."
As he spoke, he stood up, walked to the bag, and picked it up.
He rummaged through his bag and took out two pairs of gloves, which Zhang Wanshu had helped him choose for his parents.
"Mom and Dad, it's getting cold now. These leather gloves are windproof and won't make you cold when you ride your bike. Try them on and see if they fit."
Zhuang Chaoying took the gloves from Tu Nan. This was the first time her son had bought her a gift. For some reason, she suddenly felt a pang of sadness and her eyes welled up with tears.
He held out his hand and put on the gloves. "Perfect, Tunan, these gloves must be expensive. Don't spend that money next time."
Huang Ling put on the gloves and looked them over and over in front of her eyes. "Your dad is right."
"Mom, Dad, I bought these gloves with the money I earned from my subsidies and tutoring. When I make a lot of money in the future, I won't just buy two pairs of gloves. I want to buy you a house so we can live in an apartment building."
Upon hearing this, Huang Ling's eyes instantly reddened, and tears of joy flowed uncontrollably down her face.
Seeing this, Zhuang Chaoying quickly took off her gloves and gently wiped away A-Ling's tears. "Tu Nan has really grown up, A-Ling, we should be happy."
Huang Ling burst into laughter through her tears. "I'm so happy, so happy, I can't help but cry."
Xiaoting pouted. "Brother, what about me? I only prepared gifts for Mom and Dad!"
Yes! You have one too!
Tu Nan smiled and replied, then took out two English-Chinese dictionaries from his bag.
"Xiaoting, I went to Xinhua Bookstore to buy these, they weren't cheap, they cost eleven yuan and fifty cents each. Pengfei, I bought you one too, one for each of you, so don't fight over them!"
Xiaoting and Pengfei exchanged a glance and gave a wry smile.
His brother is truly a wonderful older brother!
Pengfei looked at the thick dictionary, and just thinking about it made his head ache.
But his brother was doing it all for his and Xiaoting's studies; the cost of one dictionary was almost equivalent to Tu Nan's monthly living allowance. "Thank you, brother..."
Zhuang Chaoying looked at Xiaoting and Pengfei's expressions and couldn't help but want to laugh, but she was afraid that her daughter would say he was gloating.
So he picked up his glass, poured himself a beer, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp, trying to hide the smile on his face.
"The gifts that Tu Nan gave to Xiao Ting and Peng Fei are very nice. By the way, Tu Nan, tomorrow is New Year's Day. Come with me and your mother to attend your brother Yi Ming's wedding and share in the joy."
Tu Nan nodded. "Okay, are Xiaoting and Pengfei going?"
Xiaoting quickly waved her hand. "Pengfei and I aren't going; we're going to the temple fair with Dongzhe."
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On New Year's Day, the streets and alleys of Suzhou were filled with the atmosphere of the New Year.
At this moment, they were sitting in Lao Su Ji Noodle Shop, where old photos hanging on the wall recorded the old days of Suzhou.
Nowadays, it's fashionable for newlyweds in Suzhou to wear wedding dresses and suits and hold their wedding banquets in old-fashioned restaurants. The original simple ceremony has transformed into a trendy banquet.
Today is Yiming's big day, and the big red "double happiness" character hanging on the wall is particularly eye-catching.
The people sitting at this table are all old neighbors from the alley: Song Ying and her husband; Tu Nan and Huang Ling; Old Wu and his wife, and Song Xiangyang. They all sit together.
Several women sat together, chatting away, while he, Lin Gong Lao Wu, and Tu Nan sat opposite them.
Huang Ling turned her head and looked behind her, full of emotion. "Yiming, you've really made a lot of money. This banquet must have been quite expensive."
Zhang Amei nodded, quickly swallowed what was in her mouth, and hurriedly echoed, "Yes, when we got married, it was just a gathering of colleagues and friends, having some fun, drinking tea, and eating melon seeds and peanuts, and that was it."
Song Ying held the small bowl, looked at her younger sister, and explained with a smile.
"Sister, these days it's popular for young people to have wedding banquets. Today is Yiming's wedding, and in a few days, several of our old colleagues from the factory will be getting married. They're all on the waiting list."
After speaking, she reached out and gently touched Wu Feng, who was sitting next to her, her eyes questioning. "Wu Feng, don't you think so?"
Wu Feng nodded hurriedly and replied repeatedly, "Yes! Yes!"
Zhuang Chaoying picked up the small green beans in front of her and handed them over enthusiastically: "Ah Ling, these are quite delicious. You and Song Ying can take a spoon and scoop some out."
Huang Ling and Song Ying each scooped a spoonful, and only then did Zhuang Chaoying put the plate down.
Zhang Amei looked around, put down her chopsticks, leaned over to Huang Ling, and asked in a low voice.
"Sister Ling, Song Ying, Yiming will be coming over to toast us later. How much should we give him in a red envelope?"
Zhang Amei is someone who's afraid of being taken advantage of; she's like someone who's always calculating and manipulating things in her mind.
She sat there, her eyes darting back and forth between Huang Ling and Song Ying's faces, secretly thinking: If Huang Ling and Song Ying give less and she gives more, others will definitely think she's stupid for spending money unnecessarily.
But if he gives too little, Yiming will definitely be unhappy.
After all, the family's monthly income of just over ten yuan from knitting sweaters depends entirely on Yiming's orders. It would be a huge loss if they lost this source of income because of something as trivial as a red envelope.
Thinking it over, she decided to go with the flow and give the same amount as they gave, thinking that this way she couldn't go wrong.
Looking at her sister's calculating appearance, Song Ying thought, "This sister of mine is really too cunning."
Back then, when Yiming came to her and Sister Ling with a sweater knitting order, it was supposed to be a good thing that could help supplement their household income.
Who knew that Zhang Amei couldn't sit still as soon as she heard about this.
She first ran to Yiming, her face plastered with a fake smile, and said confidently, "Yiming, Sister Ling and Song Ying both told me to knit sweaters with them too. We're all old neighbors, so they can't let me miss out on an opportunity to make money!"
Yiming was a little stunned by her sudden enthusiasm. Thinking that they were all neighbors, and that Aunt Song and Aunt Huang had both agreed, he figured one more person wouldn't hurt, so he agreed.
Then, she immediately went to find Huang Ling and Song Ying. "I went to find Yiming, and he said we're all acquaintances, so he agreed to let me earn this extra money too, and we'll work together from now on!" In this way, by deceiving both sides, she successfully got the sweater knitting order.
Song Ying held up her hand and made a six, a smile on her face. "Ling and I discussed it yesterday and decided to give six yuan. It's such an auspicious number, it means that Yiming and his wife will have a smooth and successful life from now on."
Huang Ling quickly nodded in agreement, adding, "I'll give that amount too. Think about it, giving three or four yuan sounds shabby and embarrassing, right?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Amei's eyes widened instantly, a clear look of displeasure flashing across her face. She couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "So much! This is going to kill me!"
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