"Tang Qing, I know that you are entrusted by my father and are doing your best to help me, but you must also pay attention to your own safety. I don't want you to be hurt because of me."
When Lao Longtou and Li Li saw Tang Qing slap the Eight Immortals table hard, they stood up involuntarily.
"Li Li, I know it. Since I promised Mr. Li, I must help you protect the reputation of the Li family, even if I am afraid of being hurt. But I was not angry just now. Look, Mr. Long, I shot one to death.
Big mosquito.”
Tang Qing spread his hand and stretched it out in front of the old dragon head.
"Master Jiujin, you are truly worthy of being..."
"Master Long, let me tell you, if you are 'really worthy of it' again in the future, I will tell you to 'really don't kneel down'. It's not about being ashamed, it's about kneeling down."
Tang Qing took a paper towel and wiped the mosquito off his hand.
"Tang Qing, why are you talking to Mr. Long?"
Tang Qing's father opened the door and walked into the main room.
"Manager Tang, is this the Master Jiu Jin of the People's Barber Shop? Our neighbors respect and respect Master Jiu Jin! Hahaha..."
"Uncle Tang, you guys have been busy all day and you should rest early."
"No hurry, no hurry, the handmade soup dumplings are here. Eat them before going back."
Tang Qing's father-in-law and mother-in-law walked into the main room carrying steaming handmade soup dumplings.
"Sit down quickly, Xiaoqiang, Xiaomei, come down and eat soup dumplings!"
"Here we go!"
As soon as the two children heard Tang Qing's shout, they quickly ran down the stairs.
"Mom, these handmade soup dumplings are much more delicious than the ones you buy on the street."
Little Me devoured the food.
"Then you eat more."
Li Li has never seen her daughter have such a big appetite.
"Okay, I want to eat two bowls."
Xiaomei quickly finished a bowl.
"I'm eating three bowls."
Xiaoqiang put on a manly attitude.
"Then I'll eat three bowls too."
Xiaomei is not willing to be outdone.
"It's better to eat less at night, okay?"
Li Li glanced towards the kitchen.
"Li Li, don't worry about not having enough soup dumplings. Children can only have fun eating when they have company."
Tang Qing brought several more bowls of hot handmade soup dumplings from the kitchen.
"Mom, I still want to play with sister Xiaomei tomorrow."
"Mom, I also want to play with brother Xiaoqiang tomorrow."
The two children begged their mothers separately.
"Okay, let me continue to play with my grandparents tomorrow."
"With you two babies, Beibei, we will live for several more years."
Without waiting for Tang Qing and Li Li to answer, Tang Qing's mother and mother-in-law walked into the main room with a smile.
"Auntie, I'm afraid that Xiaomei will cause you trouble."
Li Li said this, but in her heart she really wished Xiao Me could come to Tang's house to play with Xiao Qiang.
Since Xiaomei was born, Li Li didn't have much energy to take care of her, so she was basically brought up by a nanny.
After the divorce, in order to prevent her daughter from being affected and harmed, Li Li sent her to a high-end child care institution in the provincial capital, thinking that this would allow her to grow up better.
As a result, the teacher said that Xiaomei showed signs of autism, and it would be best for her to stay with her parents and play more with familiar children, which would help her return to normal.
"Li Li, you are young now and don't understand the hearts of the elderly. Having children by our side is better than taking any tonic. Xiaomei, come here, this is the New Year's money given to you by your grandparents."
Tang Qing's father handed Xiaomei a big red envelope.
"Uncle Tang, I really can't accept this."
Li Li declined.
"Xiaoli, didn't you listen to what your Uncle Tang said? Xiaomei will be our granddaughter from now on. If you don't let Xiaomei receive the New Year's money, you are looking down on us and don't want Xiaomei to call us grandparents."
Tang Qing's mother spoke.
"Auntie, thank you. Xiaomei, please call your grandparents."
"grandparents!"
"Why!"
"So good!"
Xiaobaa said sweetly, "grandpa, grandma," making the two old people's faces blossom with joy.
"Xiao Mei, this is the New Year's money given to you by your grandparents. Come on, take it quickly."
Eunuch Tang Qing handed Xiaomei a big red envelope.
"Thank you, grandpa and grandma!"
Xiaomei didn't wait for Li Li to speak, took the big red envelope with her little hands, and hugged it tightly to her chest.
"Mom, did you call me the wrong sister?"
Xiaoqiang raised his little face and asked Tang Qing.
"Why did you call me the wrong sister, Xiaomei?"
Tang Qing leaned down and asked.
"I call Grandpa and Grandma, and she calls Grandpa and Grandma. I call Grandpa and Grandma, but she calls Grandpa and Grandma."
Xiaoqiang looked at his grandparents with a puzzled face, and then at his grandparents.
"Xiaoqiang, sister Xiaomei is right. In that case, not only grandparents can do it, but also grandparents can do it. Grandpa and grandpa can also do it. Grandpa and grandma can also do it."
Tang Qing explained to his son in a roundabout way.
"Mom, I understand. In the future, my grandparents will not only have me as their grandson, but they will also have sister Xiaomei as their niece. My grandparents will not only have me as their nephew, but they will also have sister Xiaomei as their granddaughter. From now on, my sister and I will be biological siblings.
,We are a family."
"Xiaoqiang, you are so smart! Come on, give me a kiss from mom!"
Tang Qing hugged his son.
"I want a kiss from the new mother too!"
Xiaomei ran to Tang Qing.
"Then I want a kiss from the new mother too!"
Xiaoqiang ran to Li Li.
"relative!"
"relative!"
Li Li saw her daughter cuddling affectionately in Tang Qing's arms, and she also hugged Xiao Qiang, and her eyes couldn't help but become blurry.
Tang Qing arrived at the store a little late the next day because Xiaoqiang and Xiaomei slept with her last night.
Although I didn't sleep well, my energy was better than any other day.
"I have a little girl named Jiu at home..."
"Master Jiujin, you are in a good mood. Are you singing Yue Opera?"
Bao Wenchen limped into the People's Barber Shop.
"If you don't go earn gold coins for the first month, why do you come to my store?"
In the first few days of the first month of the first month, the prices of taxis and rickshaws in Yancheng usually increase, and they are a few yuan more expensive than usual. Tang Qing knows that Bao asked him if he takes a rickshaw these days, it is not a matter of how many yuan it is more expensive, he will directly give you double the price.
Anyway, people generally don’t care about Chinese New Year.
"Master Jiujin, I'll shave my head."
"Do you need me to shave those hairy hairs of yours? Just take a pair of scissors and click them in the mirror."
"Master Jiu Jin, you are going to give me a hair style today. It is best to have a '37-cent hair style' like Mr. Qian's."
"Hey, you still know about 'three to seven points'? Then do you want me to perm and dye it for you?"
"That's a good feeling, thank you Master Jiujin!"
Bao asked and sat down on the barber's chair.
"Pay first."
Tang Qing stretched out his hand in front of Bao Wenwen.
"good!"
Bao Wenwen took out a five-yuan note and put it in Tang Qing's hand.
"not enough."
Tang Qing's hand was still spread out in front of Bao Wenwen.
"Oh, okay, is it more expensive to perm it?"
Bao asked and took out another five-yuan note and put it in Tang Qing's hand.
"not enough."
Tang Qing's hands were still spread out in front of Bao Wenwen.
"not enough?"
Bao inquired and hesitated.
"Don't you want to dye it?"
Tang Qing stretched his hand forward to Bao Wenwen's mouth.
"Yes, I still want to dye it."
Bao Wenwen shivered and took out a five-yuan note, hesitating for a while before putting it in Tang Qing's hand. But Tang Qing did not retract his hand, and still stretched it straight in front of Bao Wenwen.
"Master Jiujin, are you a little excited? I'll give you three at once?"
"You're such a big pig. If you don't want to pay me, just come down. I have other business to do."
Tang Qing raised his hand, and the three five-yuan notes were slapped on Bao Dawen's forehead.
"Master Jiujin, what do you mean? It's okay if you don't want to shave my head. How can you rip me off?"
Bao was stuck in the barber's chair and couldn't get off.
"Am I ripping you off? How many rickshaws have you taken these days? Also, does perming and dyeing only cost five yuan?"
"Then I won't perm or dye it."
"I won't perm, dye, or shave. Get off here!"
Tang Qing dragged the bag off the barber's chair like a dead dog.
"Huh, what's the prestige? If I hadn't been asked to go to the hotel to collect money today, I wouldn't have shaved my head."
Bao Wenwen walked out of the People's Barber Shop muttering.