At the beginning of spring, the temperature is slightly higher, and the spring flowers in March are also in bud.
The family’s trip to Shanghai was over. Yuan Youqin and Jiang Zhenghong had seen all the bustling first-tier cities, and they still felt a sense of shock on the way back to Jeju.
Online payment, scanning QR codes to order food, takeout delivery on time, and IMAX theater giant screen, these things are already very mature in Shanghai.
So in the eyes of the couple, here and Jeju are almost two different worlds.
While Yuan Youqin and Jiang Zhenghong lamented the development of society, they couldn’t help but feel their hearts beating faster.
There are some things that they don’t quite understand, and it’s hard for them to understand clearly in a short while, but it doesn’t prevent them from feeling the greatness of the world that is accelerating its iteration.
The times never settle in a small county like Jeju first. Only by going out and seeing with your own eyes can you feel the huge ups and downs of the times.
But what makes them even more confused is that all of this seems to be related to the son of a bitch at home who throws socks everywhere.
“You don’t have to carry your wallet when you go out.”
“Your son did it.”
“The streets are full of delivery guys wearing yellow clothes.”
“They are all your son’s employees.”
“The movie characters seem to be jumping out of the screen.”
“Your son brought him here.”
“Just move your hand and someone will deliver food to your home?”
“It was also your son who did it.”
Yuan Youqin and Jiang Zhenghong, who returned to Jeju, sighed and answered, then turned to look at their son standing in the living room watching “Tom and Jerry”, and fell into silence.
The development of the times was single-handedly guided by this guy. How outrageous.
Yuan Youqin and Jiang Zhenghong searched for eight generations and found only one ancestor who sold pickles in Jeju. They couldn’t help but wonder if they were wrong.
“Goose goose, this Tom is as stupid as Lao Cao.”
Jiang Qin had no idea that his parents suspected that he was not his biological child, so he continued to pack his luggage while looking at the cat and mouse with a silly smile.
The holiday break is almost over, and he will take Feng Nanshu back to Linchuan today.
The little rich woman was also packing things in the bedroom at this time, her tall figure swaying in the sunlight streaming in through the window, her ponytail flying.
Every time like this, Jiang Qin always thinks that this cute girl who lives and eats at her house is the cold, white, rich and beautiful girl in high school who never talks to others, and she still finds it incredible.