He was used to such a dinner, but he felt sorry for his wife’s hard work and reached out to touch her hand.
Lao Yu’s wife smiled and hit him: “Eat quickly.”
“How is Dad’s illness?”
“Same as usual, but the hospital has issued an ultimatum. The hospitalization fee must be paid before the end of the month. Lao Yu, if it doesn’t work, let’s go for a takeaway.”
Yu Tai shook his head: “I recently found a part-time job. I will receive the money at the end of the month, plus our salary and the provident fund that was withdrawn by the trustee before. It should be enough.”
Yu Tai’s wife was stunned for a moment: “You have been leaving early and coming home late for the past half month. Are you working part-time?”
“Um.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Yu Tai took a bite of the steamed bun and said, “They gave me a little too much. I was afraid it was a lie at first. I didn’t want you to be happy in vain.”
Yu Tai’s wife thought for a while: “You went to be a tutor for students?”
“No, I’m going to run a taxi.”
“Black car? Are you crazy?”
Yu Tai shook his head: “No, it’s not a black car, it’s a formal one. You can do it if you have a car. Many teachers in our school are doing it.”
As the Spring Festival approaches, the popularity of the taxi-hailing market gradually wanes.
Jiang Zhenghong took a vacation and took a plane to Shanghai. The family planned to celebrate the New Year at Shanti Villa.
Feng Nanshu’s belly was already swollen. Jiang Qin just took her for a checkup and bought a bunch of small skirts when she came back.
The little rich woman didn’t know why, but she was pregnant, and the one who was getting more and more stupid seemed to be her brother. These little skirts obviously took two or three years to wear.
“Skirt? Is it a girl?”
“No, it’s a little princess.”
Yuan Youqin was wrapping dumplings and looked at Jiang Qin in a daze: “Isn’t this the same?”
Jiang Qin put the skirt on the sofa with a shudder, pinched Feng Nanshu’s cheek: “Thank you for your hard work, my eldest princess.”
“I…I want to play two kicks.”
“You think beautifully.”
Jiang Qin unceremoniously rejected the little rich woman’s whimsical idea, then turned on the computer, handled some work, and checked the WeChat group.