After hearing this, Jiang Shumei's eyes lit up and she nodded, "Uncle, your method is very good. Then I'll wait a little longer, wait until I calm down and think carefully before making a decision."

"A lifelong event must be considered carefully and not hasty." Zong Zhiwen nodded and agreed with his niece's words.

Jiang Shumei held the child and fed her son who couldn't speak, thinking about her worries. Some things that she kept escaping was not a solution, and she should finish it in a while.

Let’s talk about Zhao Fucai being scolded by Jiang Shumei. Although she was a little depressed, she saw that the woman who had realized her vitality was willing to scold him instead of being disappointed. Looking at him with resentment made Zhao Fucai very satisfied.

Everything is getting better and continue to work harder.

Zhao Fucai returned to his home in the county town, and his daughter had just finished school.

"Xinying, you can make an appointment with the young master tomorrow at noon. I have something to tell her." Zhao Fucai said while drinking water.

Zhao Xinying was stunned, "Dad, you secretly took away the ointment from your home today and sent it to my mother? Isn't it enough, and you still want to buy it?"

"I don't need to buy it for the time being, I have other things." Zhao Fucai replied, "By the way, daughter, is Fu Yingying's father called Fu Zhiheng?"

"Yes!" Zhao Xinying nodded, "I once heard from Sister Ying say that he is a super scumbag, even more scumbag than you!"

Hearing this, Zhao Fucai's face was a little unnatural, he glared at his daughter, and said unreasonably: "I am much better than that scumbag, I... I'm a prodigal son now...."

"Okay, don't talk about these messy things." Zhao Xinying looked at her father with contempt, and used a bad proverb, a crow stood on the back of a black pig. Seeing others black, she couldn't see herself black. This can perfectly interpret her father's behavior. "Why do you think of Sister Ying's scumbag father Fu Zhiheng? Did you see Fu Zhiheng in the city?"

The little cotton jacket in winter has no cotton, it is warm at all and is not caring.

Zhao Fucai looked at his daughter with some grievances, "I didn't see Fu Zhiheng, but I met Fu Zhiheng's father Fu Shaohui. The old guy looked so smart. When he learned that I was from Honghai County, he was a little stunned and said nothing else, just pretending that his son did not get married and have children in Honghai County."

Zhao Xinying shared the same hatred for the enemy, "The old guy is also a heartless person, otherwise he would not have given birth to that little heartless person Fu Zhiheng. Dad, what else did you say?"

"Uh, the ointment made by the little master's house is better than the ointment from the old man's house. The old man wanted to take away the rheumatism ointment and health tea I gave to your uncle. When I went back to study, I put a few words from the old man... and said that the person who made these ointments was also surnamed Fu. Will that old man rob the ointment secret recipe from the little master's house?" Zhao Fucai replied, "So I want to ask the little master to come out and apologize first. After all, I may have accidentally leaked her information; secondly, I reminded her to be careful, after all, the family is shameless and has a bad family tradition, and can do anything."

After hearing this, Zhao Xinying nodded repeatedly, "What you said is, it's true. I'll just tell Sister Ying tomorrow. She has been busy with studying recently and probably has no time to have dinner with you."
Chapter completed!