Yan Lang saw the guests away. When he returned to the inner room, Li Defang had already asked Rong Qian to sit on the small sofa. He rinsed the dishes he brought in at the bathroom in the corner and poured him a bowl of hot soup. In addition, the food Yan Lang brought in the morning was repotted and heated.

"Why did you just lose five dollars? Look, there is not a lot of money in total. Are you losing money? What's the use of adding WeChat?"

Li Defang was busy and muttering.

It’s either accusing my son, or just talking nonsense. Anyway, my son has never lost money by selling fruits. He has not been very active in riding a tricycle all day long, and he can earn tens of thousands in a month.

In the words of her old man Yan, her son is lucky and he will not lose food if he makes trouble.

Yan Lang sat next to Rong Qian and immediately held Rong Qian's hand into the palm of his hand as soon as he sat down. "This is a sales method. Now it's uncommon to do business now and set up stalls honestly. I send messages from three trips in the morning, noon and evening. I informed me of what fresh fruits to be served tomorrow in the evening. I can book in advance without the stall fee and get discounts. I take a photo of the fruit in the morning, post some nutritious health articles for a certain fruit. I can also hold an event online for discounts during holidays, and collect praise from friends to receive fruits."

You can earn at least twice as much as you want in a month.

After all, although prices have risen, people have higher pursuits for health, so it’s okay to be busy every day. If someone reminds him every day, there are various discounts in his store, so those who want to buy it will naturally buy it on his way.

In addition, you can participate in the same city running errands, Meituan and other things. The online purchasing power cannot be ignored in this era.

Yan Lang said it briefly, but Li Defang couldn't help laughing, "Oh, now you know how to make money? Didn't you ride a tricycle around looking for remote places to set up stalls every few days, and you don't care about business at all."

Rong Qian was laughing while she was laughing. She even chose remote places when she set up stalls. What is the reason?

At that time, Yan Lang thought about finding a place to appreciate life. If he hadn't been afraid of his parents' concerns, he wouldn't have bothered to bother with the small share he earned every month.

But it was then, and now it is another matter. Yan Lang was a little embarrassed to see what he did when the second grade disease broke out and his mother called him a joke about it.

Afraid that my mother would say something more, Yan Lang quickly changed the topic, "Isn't that the goal now? Qianqian has a goal to fight. I can't let her suffer with her when she marrys me in the future. OK, mom, stop talking, I'm hungry, are you eating?"

Isn’t this an extra question? Rong Qian and Li Defang naturally came here after eating it first, otherwise the capacity of the insulated rice bucket would be enough for three people to eat here.

Rong Qian leaned against Yan Lang. When she heard Yan Lang's head burying her head to eat, she felt that it was a kind of happiness to be with him like this.

Li Defang saw the two young men holding hands when they had dinner, and his face was filled with a satisfied smile, as if he saw himself holding a fat baby in the near future.

Both my son and Qianqian look so good, so the doll is definitely the best looking!

Li Defang did not disturb the two of them, and took the initiative to stand up and go outside to watch. When a customer came to her, she would help sell it.

Li Defang has good communication skills. She can chat with people after selling something. Scan WeChat and other things just now, but she didn't forget it.

When he met an old man who had not played WeChat, Li Defang generously gave him one or two more fruits that looked not very good but tasted but not bad. The regret that the old man had caused could not be reduced by five yuan in cash was immediately compensated. He quickly smiled and said that he would definitely come here to buy more fruits in the future.

"How is it? Is it cold on the road? There is no fire here. I will buy a small-frequency fan later. The large-frequency roasting makes people feel uncomfortable and dangerous."

Seeing that my mother was out, Yan Lang did not pretend to be burying his head and eat seriously. He arched his back slightly and squeezed towards Rong Qian. The two of them were legs and arms, and Yan Lang's empty left hand was still holding Rong Qian's right hand.

Rong Qian was afraid that Aunt Fang would come in and see him later, but she was reluctant to refuse Yan Lang's approach. She shook her head slightly, "No, it's very warm to walk. Are you cold here? Buy one to blow your feet and sit your legs and get cold."

November is about to begin. The rain that Yan Lang and Rong Qian encountered on the street has been on and off for half a month, but the temperature has not dropped to much lower. It is wet and cold, making people unable to find the heating even if they get into the bed.

To describe the winter here in a slightly vulgar dialect from Nancheng, it is so cold that I want to get into a badass.

"Aunt Fang said she wanted to give me a scarf and asked me what color I like, would I give you one too?"

Li Defang knew that Rong Qian's eyes were invisible afterwards, so she didn't care about what color she liked.

With this reminder, Rong Qian also had the idea of ​​knitting a scarf for her boyfriend, which was a must-have gift for couples who were popular from junior high school to college.

Rong Qian has also called herself before. When she likes her, she will even secretly take her to the classroom with her friends, and then look at the blackboard seriously and listen to the teacher's lectures, but her hands are hiding in the desk and knit scarves and gloves.

Now I have an aunt by my side. Even if I don’t pay attention to the wrong injection or missed injections, I can ask the other party to help me.

Yan Lang didn't refuse, and he smiled so much that his voice was soaked with sweetness and approached Rong Qian and took the opportunity to kiss her face, "Thank you, I definitely like it."

He hadn't even given it yet, so he said thank you for your favorites. Rong Qian glared at him with a angrily voice, and pushed him with no strength, which made Yan Lang laugh even more happily.

After dinner, Li Defang pulled Rong Qian to find a knitted wool shop nearby. The wool bought for scarves was the same color. Yan Lang made a statement in advance and said that he wanted to choose a color from Rong Qian. Li Defang urged Rong Qian to choose a pink one. Yan Lang was really shameless and said that he also liked pink.

Of course, in the end, Rong Qian naturally didn't really choose pink, so she chose a white suitable for both men and women. Aunt Fang said that Yan Lang is very handsome, and wearing this scarf with a male god-exclusive color will definitely look good.

In the afternoon, Li Defang went back alone, too lazy to see her son taking advantage of the little girl. If it weren't for her son's face that looked pretty good, Li Defang would have thought it would be vulgar.

This was Li Defang exaggerated, or was still judging by their generation's view of love. Yan Lang just pulled his hands or rubbed Rong Qian's cheek with the back of his hand, which was not a bit vulgar.

Yan Lang naturally didn't know that his mother used that kind of words to describe him as his own son. When he learned that Rong Qian had finished the work he was going to do today in advance, he happily kept Rong Qian with him in the store.

Yan Lang called the casserole powder for dinner, which he had only discovered recently. The two of them hid in the cold air in the compartment without windows and were having a simple supper, feeling warm.

After closing the store at night, Yan Lang put on the spare jacket for Rong Qian. The two of them walked under the street lights that were either orange or bright white, and they took a few strings of snacks they bought when they passed by the snack stall. They took a few steps and took a bite, and occasionally bent down and put on their feet to put together to say a few meaningless words.

Perhaps such a scene is very ordinary for ordinary couples, but for Rong Qian, it is the best night she has lived.

In other words, with Yan Lang's company, every one of her "happiest", "best", "satisfied" and "happiest" is constantly refreshing.

Since this time, Rong Qian has been coming here every now and then, Li Defang doesn't bother with him. Every time she comes with Rong Qian, she goes back alone after noon.

Anyway, she is very free at work, after all, that is her own son, so it’s nothing to take time to deliver a hot meal at noon.

Moreover, seeing the relationship between the two young people is better than that, his son was dazed and confused and sighed that his life's problems were cured without curing them. Li Defang wanted them to spend more time together, and it would be best if they had a deep relationship, cough and have some minor accidents.

Although the time for dating is a little short, as long as the two young people have a harmonious relationship and are old, it is not a problem. No one in the community has just gotten a blind date and is ready to get a wedding banquet after only one week of meeting.

After Yan Lang focused on operating the fruit shop, it earned back a year's rent in more than three months. After that, the business became better and better, and there were a lot more bookings online.

Yan Lang made money in the first month and immediately asked an acquaintance in the provincial capital to buy a set of recording equipment for Rong Qian in the Electrical Appliance City. The inner room where some fruits were originally piled up was turned into a warm little room by Yan Lang. Only then did he finally end the hard days of having sex with his girlfriend for several days.

In the morning of early February, the weather was so cold that the grass leaves on the lawn were covered with white hair. Yan Lang put on a scarf and carried a bag of things in his hand. He came out of his unit building directly into the door of the opposite unit, went upstairs, touched the key, opened the door, and closed the door. He felt that the cold air was still rushing into someone's clothes.

Yan Lang pulled the scarf covering half of his face, stood in the entrance hall and shouted "Qianqian". Rong Qian stretched out her head from the bathroom next to her, "Come on? Are you cold? Turn on the heater and blow it, and I'll finish washing and come out immediately."

Yan Lang didn't open it, so he changed his shoes and went to the kitchen to get the dishes and chopsticks, then took out soup bags and sweet steamed buns from the bags that had covered several layers of food bags, and there were also porridge and soy milk brought from home in a rice bucket. "I came here to have breakfast after I finished my work, and the gust of wind will cool down again."

There is no air conditioner installed here. Rong Qian doesn’t like the smell of air conditioner and feels dizzy and nauseous when blowing.

At first, Rong Qian didn't say it specifically, but Yan Lang took her to the underground supermarket where the air conditioner was turned on. Then Rong Qian mentioned that she wanted to install the air conditioner and turn on the heating room. Yan Lang didn't say much, and said directly that she couldn't brag.

Rong Qian's problem will make people suffer from summer and winter. There are not many people in Nancheng with warm air conditioners. This is how winter is spent, but it will be uncomfortable if there is no air conditioner in summer, but Yan Lang doesn't mind.

Since she has been recognized, she cannot bear this sin together, so why can we talk about it for the rest of our lives?

"We won't open a store today, let's go out for a date."

The author has something to say: I will contact the original script next, but Yan Lang won’t remember the script. After all, he forgot to get the script, so the original heroine was very depressed...

ps: Regarding the update, it is now scheduled to be updated on time at 08:30:00 every morning, so that everyone can browse the update on the way to work and school. If there is any change in the update time, they will say it in the group or Weibo.

[Key Line] But I will update it tonight on Thursday [Key Line]

There is no way, I can only press the number of words to get the list. I have lost confidence in myself [Bit your tongue and commit suicide.jpg

But I don’t want to think too much, just slowly write the stories I want to write and like to write [I know my friends must have to comfort me, so I cheered up myself up in advance hahahaha...
Chapter completed!