Make a living

Zheng Haichuan didn't know that he was programmed in his heart at this moment, he just sneezed loudly when he entered the supermarket, and almost dragged his little nephew in his arms.

"Mom, I want a lollipop!"

"Okay, okay, I'll buy it for you. But you can only eat one a day. If you eat too much, your teeth will be broken."

"I know, I promise, eat one every day!"

Passing by a mother and child, the little boy was put on the small seat in front of the cart by his mother, and he was acting coquettishly while shaking his feet.Zheng Haichuan saw it, picked up the little Douding in his arms and compared it with the size of the little boy, and happily dragged a trolley from the side.

"Come on, He Miaoer, sit here!"

Zheng Jiahe stared at the small seat on the trolley and struggled a bit.

He wanted to say that he was an older child and could come down and walk by himself, but he was a little curious and fresh in his heart. Seeing many children sitting around him like this, he blushed and shut his mouth again, allowing Dad Yao to pile him in. into the iron basket.

Out of curiosity, he reached out his hand to touch the edge of the frame made of bent wire, but just as he sat firmly, the car under his buttocks suddenly moved.

Zheng Jiahe quickly grabbed the wire fence in front of him, and immediately looked up to find Zheng Haichuan.

"Haha let's go, drive a speeding car!"

Yaoba's brisk and reassuring voice came from above his head, and Zheng Jiahe's thumping little heart quickly calmed down.

Feeling the wind blowing in his ears, he followed Zheng Haichuan and smiled.

Giggles wandered among the shelves, and the little boy's usually cautious and timid face finally regained the innocence and happiness that he should have at his age.

In the deli area on the other side of the supermarket, a man in a casual shirt has just started shopping for tomorrow's ingredients.

He didn't use a trolley, but just carried the smallest shopping basket in the supermarket, wandered around casually, and put the meals he liked into the basket from time to time.

The shirt with the neckline untied is more casual than when he was at work. Qi Yu put one hand in his trouser pocket and a pair of wireless earphones in his ears. He looks like the most common young elite in this city, and his every move is radiant. He looks rich and educated.

He habitually played the latest medical news in his earphones, but was suddenly interrupted by the ringtone of the incoming call, and Qi Yu had no choice but to raise his hand to answer it.

"What are you doing, Yuzai? Are you off work?"

On the other end of the earphones, there was a burst of bluffing sound mixed with loud music, which made people have a headache.

"Yeah. Go to the supermarket." Qi Yu replied casually.

"What kind of supermarket do you want to go? Come out at night! If you really want to go shopping, I have a supermarket here too! Hey, sister, sister, brother, brother, I can arrange any variety for you!"

The one over there seemed to think that he had told a particularly funny joke, so he slapped the table and laughed wildly.It's just that a sweet and soft female voice beside him snorted, the laughter stopped abruptly, and he turned his head and went to coax others.

"..." Qi Yu didn't find it funny at all, and his tone was a few degrees colder than the air conditioner in the supermarket: "Cheng Zijun, I think you want to come to the hospital to register with me."

"Wrong, wrong, brother, I still want to live another 500 years!" The person on the other side of the phone immediately restrained himself, "I sincerely asked you out for supper. Didn't I say it last time, bring your siblings to treat you to dinner!"

"You move fast." Qi Yu snorted lightly, "praise" said: "Rocket speed."

Qi Yu has a good memory and can still recall the scene where Cheng Zijun mentioned this.Isn't it the promise he made half a month ago when he asked him to help the Rockets rank a certain female anchor?

"Hey, isn't it thanks to you?" On the other end of the phone, Cheng Zijun was triumphant, hugged his new baby and kissed, his voice was so loud that Qi Yu's ears were too hot.

"No, it's because of your tenants that I want to trust you."

Facing his friend, Qi Yu restrained his poisonous tongue a little bit, "You are happy to get out of the order and want to treat guests. You can give them a month's rent for the benefit of mankind."

Although the words were not hurtful, they still choked the person on the other end.

"Brother, Brother Qi," Cheng Zijun said in a bitter tone, not daring to hide anymore, "I live on that little rent every month, and if I benefit them, I will commit crimes~"

Even though he said that, Qi Yu knew that Cheng Zijun was just a fake.

Cheng Zijun belongs to the authentic second generation of demolition.The family demolished and compensated a lot of suites, and now there are still a few buildings in the village in the city that are collecting rent, and each monthly rent has a small 100 million in the account, not to mention other investment income, and now it is a good life for money to make money .

It's just that Cheng Zijun's father was angry at him for not being motivated, so he only allocated rent as living expenses for him. In this way, Cheng Zijun lived a happy life, and had no idea of ​​striving for his ideals at all.

In fact, most of them in this circle live like this.Only Qi Yu is such a wonderful woman, with good grades and strong opinions, not only went abroad to be gilded, but also became an angel in white that everyone respected when he came back.In the eyes of the previous generation, they are 'other people's children', and they are used as benchmarks for their own bastards!

It's a pity that the family was uneasy in the early years, and it was the only stain in the eyes of the Pengcheng people who valued family harmony.

"Hey Yuzai, are you really not coming? The lobster and hairy crabs that were transported by air are all grilled for you!"

On the other side, Cheng Zijun was still sincerely inviting his Fa Xiao, but Qi Yu, who upholds self-discipline and health preservation, refused very cruelly, and came up with professional evidence: "Eating at night will increase the risk of diabetes and damage the stomach at the same time. Excess protein and carbohydrates may also cause fatty liver..."

"Stop, stop, stop! I was wrong bro, I shouldn't have called you at this time!" Cheng Zijun was clearly aware of the consequences of his cheap talk, and his tone was desperate.

After chatting with Cheng Zijun for a while, Qi Yucai had almost made the choice.He was about to hang up the phone, when he glanced at the crispy little yellow croaker on the food display stand, and somehow that silly smiling face popped into his mind again.

He adjusted his glasses and couldn't help asking more questions.

"You... How much does your girlfriend earn for live broadcasting for one night?"

After hearing what Qi Yu asked, Cheng Zijun scratched his head, "Hiss, you've turned me down!"

"Haha but it's okay, I'll let my baby answer online!"

Cheng Zijun released his mobile phone, and threw the question of his good buddies to his relatives and girlfriends, "Come on baby, tell Brother Qi about your hard work all night?"

"Oh, I can't say this~"

The young girl's voice was very sweet. After thinking for a while, she reported a rough number: "If there are not many people watching, you can only tip a few hundred in one night. When the popularity is not bad, you can give a few thousand." Tens of thousands. I’m not the kind of big anchor who is particularly powerful, the number of fans is average, like Brother Cheng, you spend 10,000+ to list for me, and the highlight moments are not often~”

Cheng Zijun was obviously coaxed, he slapped his chest with a smile, put his arms around his girlfriend and said that there would be more in the future.

In the past, when Qi Yu heard what Cheng Zijun said, his mood could be said to be calm.After all, other people's consumption and income have nothing to do with themselves, and it is their freedom and right to choose what kind of life they live.

However, I don't know what happened today, Qi Yu suddenly felt a little harsh when he heard the conversation coming from the earphone.

"You continue to eat. Hang up."

Qi Yu stopped asking about some known naked facts, hung up the phone, and took off the earphones.

He was standing casually in the aisle of the explosive area at this time, and after putting away his earphones, he was about to lift his feet to leave, but was stopped by a voice.

"Young man, do you want to weigh some small yellow croakers?"

The supermarket employee in charge of fried food seemed to think that he wanted to buy something, so he handed a plate of fried crispy fish to him with great enthusiasm: "It's just fried, but it's fresh and crispy, come here, try it!"

"Do not……"

Qi Yu opened his mouth to refuse, but he raised his eyes and met the eyes of the middle-aged aunt wearing a promotional apron.

Those eyes with age lines were squeezed by a warm smile, and even the lines at the corners of the eyes didn't look so sad, extending upward into the gray hair.

Qi Yu lowered his eyelids after taking a look, and poked a piece of food in front of him with a toothpick.

Click.

The egg yolk and pastry are mixed with the fresh fragrance of sea fish, splashing between the mouth and mouth.

"It's delicious? I won't lie to you, it's fresh!" Auntie wore a transparent mask with a simple smile, "Buy some if you like it? It's in the evening market and it's on sale!"

The absurd and horrifying picture in the sleep not long ago gradually blurred in such delicious food, and was finally completely broken up by the expectant and flattering look of the aunt.

Qi Yu nodded, "Let's weigh a catty."

"Hey, good!"

The aunt immediately began to pack and weigh the bags swiftly. At this time, with the tinkling of iron wires and rollers, another voice rang out from the food station.

"Xiaohe Miao'er, didn't you say you wanted to eat fried small yellow croaker when you were watching TV that day? Dad, buy some for you?"