The leader is my girlfriend

After drinking the malted milk, his aunt asked Wang Yiming to go to their bed and sleep for a while. He had been too exhausted on the way and needed to relax and catch up on some sleep. She and An Chong went out to buy groceries. Wang Yiming decisively rejected this suggestion. He used to change his clothes before going to bed. It was not because he was a mysophobia, but simply because he wanted to be cleaner. How could he go to someone else's bed wearing clothes he had worn for several days? Even if his aunt didn't mind, he also felt disgusted with himself. In the end, he lay down on the sofa in the living room.

Wang Yiming's clothes were all patched, and the cuffs of his coat and trouser legs were short. When Cui Jinhua pulled his arm when he entered the house, she could feel the bulge inside his cotton coat. After pulling An Chong out, she said directly to her husband,

"I'm going to the market to buy some groceries. Take these 300 yuan and the ticket and hurry up and order the bed and wardrobe."

"That doesn't require so much, does it?" An Chong was a little confused by the amount of money his wife gave him. Was she going to equip the machine with 36 legs in advance?

"Are you stupid? Didn't you see there are cloth coupons and other things here? How can a grown man be so careless? Xiao Ming is wearing so thin, and it's freezing outside. You didn't even think of buying him a set of clothes during this journey?"

"Oh, I was in such a hurry to get back that I didn't even notice. But it's no use remembering it now. I didn't bring many tickets with me."

"What should I say? Can you be a little more considerate? Take the money and tickets. After you buy the furniture, have it delivered later. Then, while the department store is still open, go buy two sets of clothes for the child. Wear them today. Tonight, you and Xiao Ming can go to the bathhouse and take a hot bath together. Tomorrow, take the child to see if there's anything else he needs to buy. His parents are gone, and as an uncle, you have to be more attentive."

"I see. He still has his aunt."

"That can't stop you from being careless. Go quickly. I'm going to the market."

"Okay, buy more meat."

"You don't have to say it."

After a brief verbal exchange, the couple went their separate ways.

An Chong is an engineer in the factory, with a monthly salary of 102 yuan. Cui Jinhua is the factory's financial officer, with a monthly salary of 40 yuan. Including An Chong's various bonuses every month, the couple's combined monthly salary is 150-160 yuan. They have no elderly parents or children, and no extra expenses. They are a typical family with no shortage of money.

An Chong asked a carpenter to buy ready-made cabinets and beds, gave him the address of the family compound, and agreed to have them delivered after 6:30. Then he put the cotton and cloth coupons in his pocket and went directly to the department store.

If I buy cotton and cotton cloth myself, cotton costs 1.4 yuan per pound. Adult cotton coats are not too thick, about 1.5 pounds of cotton. A complete set of cotton coats and trousers requires 3-4 pounds of cotton. Cotton cloth costs 1.2 yuan per meter, so I need to prepare 4 meters, which costs about 10 yuan. But my nephew can't wait. He is already thin, what if he gets frozen? He must wear it immediately.

According to his nephew's height, An Chong bought two sets of ready-made cotton-padded clothes, each set costing 17 yuan. In this era where clothes are three years new, three years old, and three years of mending, An Chong's spending can be considered quite generous. The average worker's monthly salary is 33 yuan, and to buy two sets of cotton-padded clothes, he directly spent a regular worker's monthly salary.

He also bought two new sets of underwear. He felt the five yuan was worth it, considering he couldn't make them, and his wife couldn't make them for him either. He bought two shirts made of Dacron fabric for ten yuan each. At the salesperson's suggestion, he also bought five pairs of cotton socks at fifty cents a pair. He forgot to ask for his nephew's shoe size, so he would bring him shoes tomorrow. He had to buy leather shoes for his factory job; his image was crucial.

When his nephew came to his house and there was a new addition to the family, An Chong felt the joy of shopping for the first time.

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When An Chong came back, Wang Yiming was sitting in the living room pounding garlic.

His aunt, Cui Jinhua, arrived early, carrying two pounds of pork and a bundle of green onions. She explained that it was a bit late today and they weren't in a rush, so they'd just keep it simple for dinner, dumplings with pork and green onion filling. Tomorrow, the three of them would go out to eat. He couldn't understand the older generation's belief that making dumplings was simple. There was kneading the dough, rolling out the dough, wrapping it, boiling it, and cleaning up the mess. The whole process was incredibly complex, and no matter how you looked at it, it was a monumental undertaking.

Although he didn't understand, Wang Yiming showed respect and followed his aunt to the kitchen like a little tail. He offered to help, but his aunt didn't allow him to, saying that there was no need for him to work at home and he just had to wait for food. Finally, after his repeated requests, the task of peeling and mashing garlic was given to him.

"uncle."

"Xiao Ming, are you awake?"

"I woke up. I slept very comfortably."

"What's comfortable about that? How can a sofa be comfortable? It's just for a nap. You can have a good sleep in bed at night."

"it is good."

"Come quickly and try on your new clothes. I bought them according to your size. If they don't fit, your uncle will change them for you tomorrow morning." An Chong happily handed the clothes to his nephew and asked him to go to the inner room to try on the new clothes.

"Thank you, uncle." How could he refuse the old man's concern? As the saying goes, a gift from an elder cannot be refused. If he accepted it now, his uncle and aunt would feel more at ease. So Wang Yiming took the clothes and went to change. He had worn the clothes for so long that they smelled. He was indeed a stinky man. He even despised himself.

After a while, when Wang Yiming came out, An Chong immediately started praising him. The more he looked at him, the more he looked like himself when he was young.

"Whose boy is this? He looks so energetic."

"An Chong's."

"Hahaha, you're just too skinny. You have to eat more, okay? A young man who's almost 20 needs to be strong so he won't be bullied outside."

"understood."

At this time, my aunt also came out from the kitchen.

"Yo, I changed it."

"Jinhua, look, Xiao Mingjun, you're definitely my nephew."

"Are you praising Xiao Ming or yourself? But don't say anything. He is quite handsome, just a little thin. He just needs some care. Hurry up and set up the table. I'll go serve the dumplings. After dinner, you and Xiao Ming can go to the bathhouse and take a bath and relax."

"Know, know."

"Aunt, I'll go serve the dumplings."

"Oh, no need for you, just sit down."

The aunt said no, but Wang Yiming had to go. He was not here to support his uncle, and it was not his responsibility for his uncle and aunt to be nice to him. An Chong didn't think too much about it. They were all family, so what was wrong with doing something?

"Yes, use as much as you can. This is our eldest nephew. I've already set up a table, so I'll give him some work."

Wang Yiming had been here for half a month, and he finally had a delicious meal. An Chong and Cui Jinhua were also happy to eat. A big nephew fell from the sky, and from now on they would be a family of three.

When the dumplings were served, An Chong mentioned his little wish and raised his hand to make a drinking gesture, but Cui Jinhua didn't understand.

"Wife, can I come a little?"

"What's coming?"

"Dumplings are like wine. The more you drink, the more you have. What do you want?"

Cui Jinhua glanced at her beloved nephew Wang Yiming,

"Okay, I'll let you drink something since I'm happy today."

"Okay." After bringing back two small wine glasses, An Chong excitedly asked his nephew,

"Xiao Ming, how is your alcohol tolerance?"

"Uncle, I really don't know about this. I've never drunk it before."

Wang Yiming just subconsciously had an occupational disease attack and wanted to say that drinking alcohol damages the liver, is bad for the body, and affects metabolism. Fortunately, he held it back in time.

"That's right, then have a drink with uncle this time."

"Ok."

"Just sip it, Xiao Ming. If that doesn't work, then we won't drink anymore. Your uncle is the only one who's willing to have a sip. The important thing is to eat dumplings. Eat more."

"I know, aunt, I will definitely do what I can."

I drank a small cup in many mouthfuls, two bites of dumplings and a sip of wine. It felt pretty good, without the throat-irritating taste of inferior wine later on. But it was limited to this small cup, no more.

An Chong didn't urge anyone to drink. He was just in a good mood today and asked his nephew to join in the fun. It was quite refreshing to have company when drinking at home.

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After eating and drinking, An Chong took Wang Yiming to the bathhouse. There was a message on the wall:

One male or female guest - one bath ticket + 5 cents,

Scrubbing the body – 1 cent;

Haircut - 5 cents (cannot choose hairstyle, only crew cut available).

After sneaking in naked...

Spicy eyes, spicy eyes, and spicy eyes.

21st-century Xiao Ming enjoys watching live streams of gaming. The streamers constantly boast about upgrading their game by ten inches (10 inches equals 25.4 centimeters). Today, after a walk around the bathhouse, he really wants to go back and laugh in the livestream. What a boast! Seeing is believing. After a tour of the bathhouse, he's already considered top-tier. What to do? A little pride. Where does this seemingly unhealthy competitive mentality come from?

Wang Yiming lay trembling on the small bed for bath scrubbing. It turned out that the bathers really had to be lifted up during bath scrubbing. It was an experience. It was embarrassing and a little painful, but he didn't dare to say anything. There was a sign on the wall of the bathhouse saying "Don't beat or scold customers without reason". But he thought it was a warning to customers. Don't mess with the bath scrubber. There was a reason for beating you. He has to scrub so many people a day and he is already very tired. Why are you being so pretentious? What if he is the last straw that breaks the camel's back and gets beaten up?

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