Quick Wear: The Vicious Female Supporting Character Starts to Make Trouble in the Period Literature

Chapter 177 After Seeing the Countdown to Life (11)

After finishing speaking, seeing the hesitation on the girl's face, Yu Zhu knew what the girl was concerned about.

After all, her boyfriend had an ex-girlfriend who acted as a demon at the wedding, and almost pissed off his mother to death, and everyone would be shocked.

When it was time to get off work, Yu Zhu returned the tables and stools, and took Jiang An'an to the vegetable market to buy vegetables.

Kid Jiang An'an played a big role in it, making a group of sisters and aunts look cute, and went to their stalls to buy vegetables, and also gave them two extra tomatoes, shallots and other things.

Returning with a full load of vegetables, seeing that Han Man and the others hadn't come back, Yu Zhu put on his apron and started cooking.

Jiang Anan, who felt much better after eating a few spirit fruits, also squatted by the basin to help choose vegetables.

With such a well-behaved child accompanying him to cook, he was in a good mood, and Yu Zhu cooked the dishes without much effort.

When Han Man and Jiang Ziqian came back and saw the dishes on the table, they were inexplicably relieved, as if the rebellious child at home finally knew how to share the housework.

Yu Zhu: Quan Dang delivered meals to the hospital never happened, [rolls eyes].

But in fact, regarding the meal that Yu Zhu sent before, the two really thought that she packed it in the restaurant.

Because the dishes tasted good, and they had never seen Yu Zhu cooking, they didn't even think that the dishes were made by her.

"Ah Zhu is so good, she can even cook rice." Jiang Ziqian encouraged her "for the first time".

Han Man also nodded, "It's not fried, it's really powerful."

Seeing that there were no unusual dishes on the table, the two of them made a decision in their hearts.

No matter how unpalatable the dish was, they would force themselves to eat it because of Yu Zhu's attitude of daring to try, so as not to let her lose confidence in cooking. At worst, they would cook another bowl of noodles after the meal.

Yu Zhu didn't know that they had thought so much in such a short period of time, so he handed them the chopsticks with a proud expression, letting them have a taste.

On one side, Jiang An'an looked up at his parents who put the food in their mouths as if they were dead, and scratched their heads.

She ate the dishes specially made by her cousin, shaking her legs in enjoyment. She didn't understand why her parents had such expressions on such delicious food.

Slowly, he finally put the food into his mouth. Jiang Ziqian, who was about to take two mouthfuls of rice, tasted it, froze for a moment, and then chewed it tentatively. After feeling that it was really delicious, his eyes lit up.

The same is true for Han Man. When he tasted the taste of the coke and chicken wings that was not inferior to that of the restaurant, he still ate slowly, and his chopsticks quickly went to other dishes, eating with relish, and he had no idea of ​​​​cooking noodles for another meal.

After the meal, Han Man burped, put the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher contentedly, and went to stare at the child to take the medicine.

Jiang Ziqian was exhausted at the construction site all day, his back was sore, he was sitting there soaking his feet, tearing off the plaster and sticking it on his waist.

While he was putting the plaster on, the phone rang. Jiang Ziqian thought it was news from the worker who asked about the job earlier, so he quickly picked up the phone to check.

Then I saw Yu Zhu's transfer, which was still a transfer of yuan.

Jiang Ziqian's first thought was whether Yu Zhu had done something wrong, he looked into Yu Zhu's closed room, got up and wanted to ask where the money came from, and then thought that she didn't like them entering her room.

Even if Han Man and An An go in, Yu Zhu will have trouble for several days, let alone a big man like him.

Thinking about it, Jiang Ziqian could only sit back and type with trembling hands to ask Yu Zhu where the money came from.

[Setting up a stall, fortune-telling. ]
That's what Yu Zhu said.

Jiang Ziqian didn't believe that he could make so much money by setting up a stall for more than a month, and not many people would believe in fortune-telling.

Even regular Taoist priests and monks didn't have much market, so how could she give a young girl a chance to make money, and earn so much all at once.

The more Jiang Ziqian thought about it, the more he felt that Yu Zhu had been fooled by someone and went astray. He stared at the door and wanted to sneak him out, and asked her how she got the money and whether she had committed any crimes.

As the elder brother, he didn't even know what happened to his sister, so Jiang Ziqian blamed himself.

At the beginning, he promised Yu's father and mother to take good care of Yu Zhu. If she really did something wrong, how could he have the face to burn paper for them this Qingming Festival.

Jiang Ziqian was immersed in self-blame, and after the phone rang several times, he came back to his senses and saw the payment records on the phone.

He blinked. These accounts are all from different people, and the money scanned is the same, and the amount is not large. It seems to be selling something with a fixed price, which is different from the scam he imagined.

Suddenly, Jiang Ziqian's finger slid up, and his gaze was fixed on the word fortune-telling.

Could it be that Yu Zhu really became a fortune teller when they didn't even know it?
Jiang Ziqian always felt that this matter was like a dream, but the people who gave so much money were not fools, if Yu Zhu was not accurate, how could he still come to patronize her business.

After a while, Xu didn't see Jiang Ziqian receiving the money, and Yu Zhu sent another new message.

[Healing An'an's illness. ]
Yu Zhu didn't say anything provocative, but Jiang Ziqian just felt that she remembered their love for her.

In the past, there was nothing to do at home, everyone was good, and Yu Zhu didn't make much progress. He always wanted to be lazy and be a salted fish.

Even Jiang Ziqian used to think that this girl was born lazy and wanted to be supported for a lifetime.

But now that An'an is sick, Yu Zhu has come up with so much money.

Think about it carefully, after An An was diagnosed, she would sleep at home tomorrow, but she would get up early every day to set up a stall, and even go to the hospital to deliver meals to them at noon, she did not look lazy at all.

I'm afraid it's better to remember their kindness, and to care about the child An An, so I worked hard to make money for An An's medical expenses.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ziqian's eyes turned red, and after accepting the money, he made a note of it in his heart, and must return the money to Yu Zhu in the future, not to take her money for nothing.

In the evening, Jiang Ziqian told Han Man about this matter, and Han Man was also silent.

The two chatted one by one, feeling that they had misunderstood Yu Zhu before.

At this time, such a person changed her image as a salted fish and worked hard to set up a stall to make money, not for herself, but for An An.

Otherwise, why didn't Yu Zhu make progress in the past few years, and only worked hard when the family was most difficult.

The two of them were talking, their hearts were full of being moved by Yu Zhu's heart, and they couldn't remember what a bad image she was before.

So, even if a bad person does hundreds of wrong things and does one good thing, he will correct his evil and return to the right, and everyone will praise him.

No matter how many good things a good person does, as long as he does one wrong thing, in the eyes of others, a piece of white paper is stained with ink and becomes waste paper.

When Yu Zhu woke up the next day, he raised his eyebrows when he saw the millet porridge warming in the kitchen and the steamed buns bought on the table.

After going to wake Jiang An'an up for breakfast, he started a new day of stall setting.

Three years have passed like this, and Yu Zhu is earning more and more money. Almost a month's worth of stalls can afford An An's one-year chemotherapy fees, hospitalization and a series of expenses.

With Yu Zhu around, the burden on Jiang Ziqian was not so heavy, and when he returned home, Yu Zhu would make nourishing soup from time to time.

(End of this chapter)