Dress up as an eighty-year-old girl, earn money and learn to do everything

Chapter 12 Peng Qingliang's Brain Supplement
For dinner, Hua Peirong made vermicelli fish soup and braised fish, and also fried a plate of green vegetables. Finally, Deng Zhike carried out a small jar mysteriously.

Hua Peirong didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she saw it, and said with her hands on her forehead, "What are you doing with this, if you don't eat fish, you still want to eat pickles."

Deng Zhike chuckled, and said to Xiang Wan, "This is your Auntie Pei Rong's special skill. I remember that Xiao Wan used to like to eat this porridge the most, and she could eat a big bowl every time."

"Xiao Wan was only so old at that time, and I probably can't remember it now, so sit down quickly, she's not hungry yet."

Deng Zhike put the pickles on the table and sat down with a smile.

Xiang Wan did not find anything about eating pickles from his original memory, but he caught pickles in Deng Zhike's expectant eyes.

Xiang Wan showed a big smile: "Auntie Pei Rong's pickled vegetables are delicious, and they really go well with rice."

"That's right, I said that Xiao Wan must like to eat."

"Eating can't stop your mouth." Hua Peirong glared at her husband, couldn't stop smiling, and then said to Wan: "Xiao Wan, you are growing up now, drink more fish soup Bu Bu, whenever you want to eat pickles, you can come to the house to eat anytime.”

Xiang Wan smiled and nodded.

After dinner, Hua Peirong didn't say anything, don't wash the dishes to Wan, and directed her husband, who was thinking about it, to go.

Xiang Wan didn't stay at Deng Zhike's house for long, talked with them for a while and then went home to sleep.

The next morning, Xiang Wan packed up and went out, and went straight to where Peng Qingliang was.

When we arrived, the door was still opened by the young man from yesterday, but his attitude was much better than yesterday, especially when he heard Xiang Wan say that he was introduced by 'Li Wan', it was a kind of enthusiasm.

"Sister, sit here for a while and drink a glass of water. Our boss is out on errands and will be back in a while."

Xiang Wan took the water glass and thanked him with a smile.

After waiting for about an hour, Peng Qingliang came back. One was sitting in the living room and the other was standing at the door. The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

Peng Qingliang didn't expect the little girl who was coming to be so pretty, and she didn't look like someone who needed to work.

And Xiang Wan looked at Peng Qingliang purely for acting, after all, this was the first time Xiang Wan and Peng Qingliang met.

"You are Xiang Wan?"

Xiang Wan nodded.

Peng Qingliang walked up to Xiang Wan and sat down, stared at Xiang Wan for a while and said suddenly: "I found that you look a little like Miss Wan, you are not relatives, are you?"

Xiang Wan shook his head quickly: "Aunt Guan is my father's friend, and many people also say that I resemble her."

"Not only do they look the same, but even their names are the same, but your surname is Xiang and her surname is Wan," an incredible thought flashed through Peng Qingliang's mind as he spoke.

Miss Xiang Wan's father doesn't like Miss Wan, does he?Sister Guan might also have thoughts about the little girl's father, and the reason why the two of them didn't get together might be the reason for their parents' arranged marriage.

The more I think about Peng Qingliang, the more I feel that I am the truth. No wonder Miss Guan asked me to arrange a nominal job for this little girl, but she didn't let anyone do the work. Normal friends can do this.

Xiang Guan didn't know that Peng Qingliang had made up so many dramas in his head, he just felt that the way he looked at him was very weird and creepy.

Xiang Wan waved his hand in front of Peng Qingliang and asked, "Uncle Peng, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing uncle's address, Peng Qingliang stared suddenly: "Do you think I'm that old?"

"My name is Aunt Guan and Auntie. You are her friend, so naturally you call him Uncle."

Looking at Xiang Wan's natural and innocent expression, Peng Qingliang had never felt so uncomfortable before, and it took him a long time before he said with difficulty: "Actually, we can talk about our own things, I'm only ten years older than you, and I don't care about it. It’s much older, you can just call me brother.”

Xiang Guan suppressed a smile and nodded: "Then I'll call you Brother Peng."

"Okay, okay, brother Peng is fine, as long as it's brother," Peng Qingliang looked at Xiang Wan and asked again in a hurry, "What does your aunt tell you about work?"

"My aunt told me to come and see you. When my family asked me about my job, I would just say that I work here with you and that I will be paid 50 yuan a month." Seeing that Peng Qingliang hesitated to speak, Xiang Wan continued, "I Auntie also said that she will often cooperate with you in the future, let me identify the door first, so that I can contact you later."

Peng Qingliang showed a satisfied expression, trying his best to smile gently so as not to scare the little girl.

"By the way, my aunt said that a batch of fruit will arrive in a few days. Let me ask you if you want it. If you want it, she will send someone to Beishi directly."

Now Peng Qingliang couldn't hold it anymore, and nodded vigorously, baring his big white teeth: "Yes, when did your aunt tell you? Didn't she mention it when she came to me yesterday? By the way, it's all What kind of fruit?"

"She told me last night that it was watermelon and peaches, which weighed about four hundred catties."

Peng Qingliang held back his excitement, and nodded with a smile: "Watermelon and peaches are all good, bro, I'm short of fruit here, and I've been asking about it for a long time, and I really want to sleep, so I come to pillow, your aunt is really good, capable person .”

"Brother Peng, my aunt told me when exactly she would tell me in advance, can I go back now that I'm fine?"

Peng Qingliang hurriedly waved his hands: "Go back, go back, if you have any news, remember to notify me immediately, oh yes, just wait for me."

Xiang Guan watched Peng Qingliang go outside with a puzzled face, and soon came in with a bag.

"A few days ago, my friend sent some pickled meat. They said it was pickled wild boar. I'll bring you some. I'll try it when I go back."

Without waiting for Xiang Wan to refuse, Peng Qingliang directly stuffed the bag into Xiang Wan's hand, and then waved: "Go back quickly, I have something to do later, so I won't see you off."

Xiang Wan went out with the bacon in a daze, and then went straight home.

The bacon that Peng Qingliang took weighed a kilo, and Xiang Wan was going to put it on the platform first, and then share half with Hua Peirong's family after a while.

"Xiang Wan, Xiang Wan, open the door, I know you are at home, I just saw you."

Hearing the familiar voice outside the door, Xiang Wan felt dizzy, so he bit the bullet and ran to open the door.

"Auntie, why are you here?"

Xiang Hui looked at Xiang Wan with eyes that were not eyes and nose that was not nose, with an impatient expression on his face: "This is my brother's house, I can't come yet?"

As he said that, he walked to the stool and sat down, as if he was casual in his own home.

"Have you been handing out leaflets on Center Street?"

Xiang Wan nodded.

Xiang Hui stood up suddenly, staring at Xiang Wan with wide eyes, as if she didn't know this person.

"Is the sun coming out from the west? Are you still distributing leaflets? I'm afraid you want to do something wrong again. Let me tell you, Xiang Wan, your father is still lying in the hospital. If you dare to make trouble like before, Don't blame me for being rude to you."

(End of this chapter)