"By the way, how is business at Guangming's place?"
Guangming's shop opened after the Lantern Festival. The place Zheng Juan and Zhang Qiaoer chose together was in a small two-story building facing the street not far from the cinema. Although the surrounding area was not the most crowded place, it was still quite prosperous.
The key is that Taiping Hutong and Wang Zhong's new home are not too far away.
"There was little business in the first two months. Later, Aunt Qu and Uncle Ma brought a few friends to help promote it. Now the business is not bad. Excluding rent and other expenses, we can make a little money every month."
"Business this month is much better than last month. In their free time, the couple can also take on the task of pasting paper boxes." Zheng Juan is naturally happy that Guangming can support herself.
Wang Zhong smiled knowingly after hearing this: "Making money is a good start. This business is about repeat business, and we all know Guangming's craftsmanship. As long as the reputation is established, it will definitely get better and better in the future."
"In a few years, if we find an opportunity, let's take Guangming to a big hospital abroad to see if his eyes can be cured."
Zheng Juan was quite moved, but after thinking about it, the smile on her face quickly disappeared and she shook her head: "Let's forget it for now. Guangming has finally stabilized now. When we are not sure, why should we give it in vain?" He expected it."
Wang Zhong understood what Zheng Juan meant. Although the medical conditions abroad are now better than those in China, many experts and medical masters they have consulted have said that Guangming's disease is a problem with the optic nerve, and its root is in the brain. Although foreign technologies are advanced, they are basically helpless in dealing with this situation.
"Then I'll find someone to help inquire first. If you really have this condition, you can't miss it."
Zheng Juan nodded: "But don't tell Guangming about this yet."
"Don't worry, your husband is not stupid!" Wang Chong said with a bright and gentle smile.
"Oh, by the way, didn't you say that you would go to Shencheng for a while after graduation?" Zheng Juan suddenly remembered what Wang Zhong told her when she gave birth to a little tail last time.
Wang Zhongdao: "I want to go to Shenzhen City. The development there in Shenzhen City is now in full swing, and almost all walks of life are experiencing explosive growth. Lao He is a little alone and can't support himself. He has long urged me to go over and help him. After all, the company, We also have shares.”
"When are you leaving?" Zheng Juan's beautiful eyes dimmed for a moment, she squeezed out a smile and asked softly.
"There's no rush. I'll stay at home for half a month and spend time with you and your child."
Zheng Juan broke free from Wang Zhong's arms, sat up straight, raised her eyes and looked directly at Wang Zhong: "You don't have to worry at home! The children are grown up, and their mother still takes care of them. Guangming and Qiao'er also come here often."
"That's right, don't even look at who my wife is!" A woman like Zheng Juan becomes more and more fascinating the longer we get along with her.
Especially Wang Zhong himself is a bit traditional. Wang Zhong dreamed of finding a wife like Zheng Juan in his previous life, but he had never met one in his more than twenty years of life.
Zheng Juan was a little embarrassed: "How can you be so self-proclaimed?"
Wang Zhong grabbed Zheng Juan's hand and said with a smile: "I'm telling the truth."
"Juan'er!" Wang Zhong suddenly became affectionate: "If it hadn't been for you in the past few years, I really don't know what my life would have been like, let alone getting into college and studying in Yanjing. "
Wang Zhong did not promise any oath of eternal friendship, he just held Zheng Juan in his arms again, with his eyes closed, the tip of his nose slightly raised, and he sniffed the faint fragrance lingering in the hair, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Since marrying Zheng Juan, Zheng Juan has basically never let Wang Zhong worry about family matters.
"I really want to sit quietly like this for the rest of my life."
Wang Zhong felt something and blurted it out subconsciously.
Zheng Juan didn't answer, she closed her eyes and snuggled into Wang Chong's arms, enjoying the rare tranquility and warmth.
The room was quiet. In the clock on the wall, the second hand beat one by one and made a slight sound. The little tail in the crib was sleeping soundly, with a flushed face. The doors and windows all around were open. The Dragon Boat Festival had just passed. How long ago, the weather in June started to get a little hot.
Two days later, on Saturday, Wang Zhong led the children to have a barbecue in the courtyard. Early in the morning, Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan went to the market to pick out various fresh ingredients.
Zheng Juan took a kitchen knife and quickly cut the beef and mutton in front of the chopping board and divided them into small pieces. Zhou Cong and Yueyue helped skewer the meat. Guangming sat on the edge of the cradle to take care of the little tail. Zhang Qiaoer and Li Suhua took Zhou Minghe Zhou Ling and her younger brother were washing vegetables, side dishes and seafood by the pool.
There are not many types of vegetables, just potatoes, green peppers, eggplants, leeks, and cucumbers.
Wang Zhong stood in front of the makeshift oven made of red bricks. In front of him were three prepared crucian carp sandwiched between custom-made plywood. They were roasting under the heat of the charcoal fire and soaked in oil, emitting an alluring aroma.
After washing the vegetables, Li Suhua and Zhang Qiaoer brought the vegetables to the table and cut them with knives in an orderly manner. The children acted as transporters, taking the skewered meat and vegetable skewers to the oven. Wang Zhong on the side.
Seeing that Crucian Carp was about to finish the exam, suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Since there was a barbecue in the courtyard, everyone was busy, and they were afraid that the children would accidentally run out, so Li Suhua asked Wang Zhong to close the door long ago.
"Who is this!" Li Suhua put down the kitchen knife in her hand and was about to open the door. Zhang Qiaoer next to her moved faster, put down the picks and potato slices in her hand, wiped her wet hands on her apron, and said with a smile: "Auntie, I'll open the door."
Zhang Qiaoer opened the ugly door latch with a smile on her face and opened the two wooden doors. A tall and thin figure immediately occupied most of her sight.
"Sir? Are you?"
The person who came was wearing a Chinese tunic suit and looked middle-aged in his thirties. He was polite and had a good temperament.
"Who are you?" The visitor had just asked, and suddenly realized: "Are you Zhang Qiao'er? Guangming's wife?"
"You know me?" Now it was Zhang Qiaoer's turn to be surprised.
"I'm Zhou Bingyi!" The person outside the door was none other than Zhou Bingyi, who had just arrived from Yanjing for Jichun.
"He's my brother-in-law's eldest brother!" Zhang Qiaoer suddenly realized when he heard the name.
"Come in, come in!" He quickly and enthusiastically greeted people into the house.
She couldn't blame Zhang Qiao'er. She had just been married to Guangming for only half a year. She only knew that Wang Zhong had some conflicts with his family, but she didn't ask for details.
"Bingyi?" Li Suhua was very happy when she saw Zhou Bingyi. She quickly put down the kitchen knife in her hand and couldn't wait to greet him. She grabbed Zhou Bingyi's hand and looked around: "Let me see if I have lost weight."
"mom!"
While talking to Li Suhua, Zhou Bingyi did not forget to say hello to other people in the courtyard, but he was stunned for a moment before saying hello to Wang Zhong.
"When did you come back?" Li Suhua was very surprised: "Where's Ronger? She didn't come back with you?"
Zhou Bingyi said: "I arrived at around nine o'clock last night. Zhou Rong is preparing to take the postgraduate entrance examination. Feng Huacheng has to go to work. The couple can't come back yet. Let me say hello to you on their behalf."
As soon as Zhou Bingyi finished speaking, Feng Yue, who was helping Zhou Cong skewer the meat, paused and lowered his head, with a look of disappointment in his eyes.
