Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

When Feng Yue returned to the backyard, Feng Pan was taking a shower.

Aunt Zheng had already deprived Zheng Miaoying of her right to enter the kitchen. While chopping vegetables, she said to Feng Yue, "Your sister is too polite. I wanted to help her scrub her back, but she wouldn't let me."

Feng Yue's eyes darkened slightly, and her smile was somewhat forced. She said, "My sister is a little quiet, please don't mind, Auntie."

That was the only explanation she could give. When she pushed open the door to enter the room, she only dared to squeeze through a tiny crack.

"Big sister, let me scrub your back." Feng Yue closed the door tightly and went to the bathtub.

The air was thick with steam, and Feng Pan's body was covered in crisscrossing scars, many of which she herself couldn't remember when they were made.

"Why are you back? Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Feng Pan looked at her nervously. "Won't your boss be unhappy?"

“My boss told me to come back and keep you company,” Feng Yue said, taking a stool and sitting down behind Feng Pan. “Sister, my boss is really great, don’t worry.”

"I...I'm just afraid..." Feng Pan crossed her arms, her voice even softer, "afraid of causing you trouble..."

"Sister!" Feng Yue was displeased and splashed a handful of water on Feng Pan's shoulder. "What did you say! I'm angry!"

Feng Pan turned around with some difficulty, tilted her head slightly, and reached out to pinch her younger sister's cheek.

His arms, covered in a mix of new and old scars, were so thin they looked like skin and bones, as if a slight bend would break them completely.

"This is how my life is going to be. As long as you're doing well, that's all that matters."

The only thing she couldn't let go of was Feng Yue. Seeing that she was doing well and even smarter than before, she felt...

"sister!"

Feng Yue frowned and pressed down on her hand.

"I...I can't do it myself, you have to help me. My boss asked me to braid rope pendants, but I can't remember many of the patterns you taught me. You...you have to help me..."

"I still need to get married and have children... What am I supposed to do if you don't help me..."

"Sister... if you leave me, I... I'll have no family left..."

Every word she uttered indicated that she needed her sister's help.

Every word was actually a plea to stay.

Feng Pan understood her thoughts, but... thinking about it carefully, she was still worried.

She pinched her sister's cheek again: "I know, I won't kill myself."

Her sister had worked so hard to pull herself out of the mire; she couldn't leave her alone.

Even if all she can do is cook her a hot meal, that's good enough.

……

In the afternoon, while Lin Ting was enthusiastically entertaining customers, Feng Yue returned.

Her eyes were a little red, but she seemed to be in good spirits, and the corners of her mouth were turned up.

Lin heard her say, "You're so dedicated to your work, you should become a model worker!"

Feng Yue chuckled, took the work from her hand, and said, "My sister is asleep, and I didn't have anything else to do, so I came over."

She really cherishes this job and wants to prove herself as useful as possible.

Lin didn't refuse, went back to the counter and sat down, focusing on collecting money.

The afterglow of the opening is still lingering, and there are still quite a few customers today, although the frequency of customers coming fluctuates slightly due to classes.

Taking advantage of a low point in her life, Feng Yue approached Lin Ting and asked, "Boss, I heard your father is a doctor. Could you help me find out something?"

"what happened?"

"You fractured your lower leg two years ago and it wasn't treated. Can it still be cured now?" Feng Yue asked in a low voice.

Lin Ting was taken aback, but then guessed who it might be. She thought for a moment and picked up the phone: "Let me ask for you."

"Thank you, boss!" Feng Yue clasped her hands together, her eyes full of anticipation.

Lin Ting called her father, but her student Zhuang Qing answered and told her that her father was undergoing surgery.

Lin Ting simply asked him, "Brother Zhuang, could you please tell me if there's any chance of my leg being cured now that I fractured it two years ago and didn't get treatment?"

"It depends on the specific condition. It's generally treatable, but it will be quite painful... You should have them come to the hospital as soon as possible, because the longer this condition is delayed, the more difficult it will be to treat."

"Okay, thanks, Brother Zhuang."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Tingchao nodded to Feng Yue: "Most cases can be treated. You can take her to get an X-ray first, and then we'll see."

Feng Yue's eyes shone brightly, sparkling with anticipation for the future.

"Hmm! I asked Aunt Zheng, and she said her leg fracture cost 800 yuan. I think my sister's situation might be more complicated, so I'll prepare more money..."

"Is it better to go in the summer? Or autumn? Definitely not winter, the roads are too slippery and you could easily fall..."

She spoke in a soft, fragmented way about her visions for the future, as if she already possessed the whole world.

Lin listened for a while, then interrupted her: "Wait a minute, I remember you said before that your knitting skills were taught to you by your sister?"

Feng Yue nodded repeatedly: "That's right, my sister is actually very capable. She did it all for me, otherwise she could definitely have gotten into university!"

Lin Ting pointed to the wall by the window: "Why don't you have your sister come and make handicrafts too? We don't have enough stock."

There is indeed a shortage of stock; nearly half of the handicrafts were sold in the past two days. These are the result of Feng Yue working tirelessly for more than half a month.

Lin Ting had the idea of ​​hiring people to make handicrafts yesterday, but the shop has been busy lately, and Feng Yue definitely won't have time to teach them.

Now, just in time, Feng Pan has arrived.

Feng Yue's eyes lit up immediately: "Really, boss? Can my sister do it too? Really?"

She knew her older sister felt she was a burden, and if her older sister had a job, she probably wouldn't think that way.

Lin Ting nodded quite seriously: "Really, as you've seen, the goods you weave for half a month are probably not enough to sell for a week. Having your sister come and help is definitely the best option."

Lin Ting certainly didn't mind Feng Pan getting involved, because to her, it was just a matter of buying another box of beads.

Feng Yue couldn't help but smile. She said, "Boss, how about I call my sister over and you talk to her? She probably won't believe what I tell her."

"Hey? Isn't your sister sleeping?"

"Oh right... I forgot."

Feng Yue was so excited. She had actually thought about whether her sister could do this job too, but she felt that she had already made too many requests to Lin Ting and didn't dare to ask.

Unexpectedly, Lin Ting brought up this matter on his own initiative.

Feng Yue felt incredibly lucky, and her eyes were filled with deep gratitude as she looked at Lin Ting.

She felt she had to repay Lin Ting.

then--

Lin Ting's water glass was empty, so she immediately went to pour her some warm water at the right temperature.

When customers come to buy things, she immediately goes to greet them, wishing she could grow three heads and six arms to take good care of everyone, so that Lin Ting wouldn't have to get up to serve the guests;

Lin Ting had just finished collecting the money and was about to put it in the book when he glanced down and saw that the sold item numbers and quantities were already neatly recorded in the ledger.

For the entire afternoon, Lin Ting was in a state that seemed very idle, but was actually even more idle than it appeared.

Lin Ting: "..."

Is she... going to be forced to serve the emperor in bed next?