FWF Chapter 2463 - 1555: Incorrigible
Chapter 2463 - 1555: Incorrigible
"Xiao Yu, come quickly."
Jili Supermarket.
The figure of Zhang Zhongquan appeared at the entrance, beaming, and waved at Hong Xiaoyu, who was watching over the store with his mother.
Seeing him carrying bags, Jiang Huazi couldn’t help but feel displeased; instead, she subconsciously frowned, while at this moment Hong Xiaoyu was already heading out.
"Uncle, what’s all this for?"
"This is the fish cake your uncle got someone to buy. It’s homemade, unlike what you find in the market. It’s guaranteed to be the real deal. Since there aren’t many specialties in Sha City, when you go back to River City, take it with you for your girlfriend to try."
Hong Xiaoyu was caught off guard and quickly declined, "Uncle, how could I accept this? I don’t want it; you should take it back for Xiao Qiang..."
"That rascal, eating more? His grades aren’t good, but he’s the heaviest in his class."
Zhang Zhongquan pushed it over forcefully, "It’s not for you, it’s for your girlfriend. Take it."
Hong Xiaoyu couldn’t refuse and could only accept it.
It was quite heavy.
At least ten pounds, he guessed.
This was quite an investment.
Zhang Zhongquan continued to walk in.
Jiang Huazi pretended not to see, feigning busy with organizing the shelves.
"Where’s brother-in-law?"
"My dad went to collect some goods."
"Oh."
Zhang Zhongquan nodded, calling out to Jiang Huazi, "Sis, Encui asked me to bring this for you. It’s bird’s nest from the beauty salon’s partner, all-natural, great for rejuvenating and beautifying."
Jiang Huazi could no longer pretend to be deaf or mute, stopped what she was doing, turned around, looked at her enthusiastic cousin, then at the gift box he was holding, and smiled mildly.
"You shouldn’t have."
"Oh—"
Zhang Zhongquan nonchalantly waved his hand, "Got it at the employee’s price, just a small amount, nothing much. I’ll leave it here for you."
He placed the bird’s nest on the counter.
Not to mention a weasel paying a New Year visit to a chicken, at least Zhang Zhongquan and even his wife Mai Encui were never known to be generous.
It’s understandable.
After all, the Zhang Family isn’t wealthy. Zhang Zhongquan, the head of the family, lazes around, and the only income source is his wife Mai Encui. Although they must have some savings, unfortunately, they got involved with unscrupulous developers, and half a lifetime’s savings were lost on an unfinished building. If it were her, Jiang Huazi also didn’t see herself being generous.
Not mentioning her, even son Hong Xiaoyu clearly understands this uncle’s character, or rather the situation of this uncle’s family, as he followed suit placing the "heavy" fish cake on the counter, and tentatively asked, "Uncle, did you win the lottery?"
"No."
Zhang Zhongquan chuckled, "Your uncle never buys lottery tickets."
He then turned solemn, advising his nephew, "Never fantasize about pies falling from the sky. Be pragmatic and grounded, especially you young people."
How well said?
So well that Hong Xiaoyu’s expression turned odd, subconsciously glancing at his mother.
If someone else said these words, they’d seem quite noble, but coming from uncle...
As a regular at the mahjong parlor, forty-something and not doing proper work, talking about being pragmatic and grounded?
"If it’s not winning the lottery, did you win at mahjong?"
In front of her son, Jiang Huazi didn’t plan to maintain this cousin’s dignity as an elder.
The child has grown up, has independent judgment and discernment, and what kind of image a person has cannot be faked by pretending.
"Sis, just listen to yourself."
Zhang Zhongquan showed a trace of embarrassment, "Isn’t my playing mahjong just to kill time? I don’t play as often as you."
Now they’re exposing the truth about each other.
Mahjong, it’s the main hobby for women in Sha City, without exception. Among ten women in Sha City, only maybe two don’t like playing mahjong.
Even while running the store, Jiang Huazi would occasionally leave her husband alone in the shop and call friends to quench her craving. But facts are facts; they don’t need to be mentioned, especially in front of her son.
"No work, no food! Take it back!"
She was instantly annoyed.
"Sis, look at you, at your age, getting upset over a few words."
"Mom, why are you like this? Uncle means well."
As the younger generation, Hong Xiaoyu could only mediate, stepping forward to hold his mother’s arm.
"Yeah, Sis, how can it be wrong for me to bring you something?"
Zhang Zhongquan nodded aggressively, full of grievance.
"I’ve said countless times, it’s fine to come, but don’t bring anything. Our Hong Family never takes advantage of others."
Perhaps said unguardedly by Jiang Huazi, but in what might sound unpleasant to Zhongquan’s ears, he raised his eyebrow and in a deep voice asked, "Sis, what do you mean by this? Are you saying I like taking advantage? Yes, you’ve helped me! Isn’t this me coming to repay you?"
Hong Xiaoyu felt a headache, though over the years, he was already accustomed to the bickering style between his mom and uncle, rarely meeting without sparring.
"Mom, Uncle. What are you doing, you’re running a business right now!"
Hong Xiaoyu, being smart, accurately hit the key point, realizing he was in his own store, Jiang Huazi calmed down, glaring at the indignant Zhang Zhongquan.
"Repay, repay for what?"
"Aren’t you the one who ran around and put all your heart and effort for my house issue?!"
Zhang Zhongquan snorted.
Some people just can’t keep things to themselves.
"Uncle, didn’t your house issue still remain unsolved? The lawsuit isn’t yet at court, right?"
Zhang Zhongquan’s expression slightly changed as he realized he might have misspoken.
But it doesn’t matter.
The confidentiality agreement he signed only required maintaining confidentiality regarding the compensation terms from Green Land, nothing else.
And his visit today,
Was it really purely for "repayment"?
Wasn’t it more to show off a bit?
"Hmm, it’s not yet in court."
"Then what are you doing?"
Jiang Huazi frowned, growing suspicious.
"I..."
Zhang Zhongquan hesitated, looking shifty.