Chapter 18: The Optimist

Song Fenglin usually does not drink alcohol, but he drank once, which was a rare occasion. He was unable to get up early the next morning.

Chen Yun didn't call him and sent the children to kindergarten by herself.

On her way home, she took a detour to buy half a pound of mutton dumplings and packed them up to take away while they were still hot.

Song Fenglin had just woken up. He heard the door open and looked out while brushing his teeth: "I slept late."

Chen Yun raised her hand: "Not too early or too late, just right for your special breakfast."

Song Fenglin was born in a small town in the northwest. Even though he hadn't been back for many years, the environment still left many marks in his bones.

He said, "It smells good."

Chen Yun: "Then wash your hands quickly and come out to eat."

She said this to the child fluently and it took her a while to switch to the new language.

Song Fenglin felt something was a little strange and scratched his face: "Right away."

Chen Yun went into the kitchen and poured the freshly made soy milk, which was still hot and steaming.

Song Fenglin's facial features were distorted when he took the first sip of the scald. He pounded the table and said,

"It's killing me." Chen Yun gloated, "Are you stupid?"

She turned on the handheld fan on the table and said, "Blow it."

Song Fenglin felt refreshed and said, "From today on, I will go to work and leave on time."

He is a senior executive in the company and has a very loose attendance schedule.

Originally, getting more rest was a good thing, but Chen Yun couldn't help thinking: "Then I have to think about how to tell my parents."

Song Fenglin didn't think it was a big deal: "I'll tell it myself."

That's fine, anyway, his parents won't give him too much psychological pressure.

Chen Yunxu clenched her fists: "Come on."

The more she encouraged, the more nervous Song Fenglin became: "Is he going to be scolded?"

No matter how old a person is, they always have a natural fear of their parents.

Chen Yun: “They just worry about not having enough money.”

This is normal. Song Fenglin: “The non-compete agreement is a problem. I’ve thought about it. If there is no suitable job for the time being, I can deliver food and drive for Didi.”

What did he say he would do? Chen Yun's eyes slowly widened: "Are you serious?"

Song Fenglin hesitated and said: "Do you think it's bad?"

Chen Yun shook her head vigorously: "I think you are very brave."

Not everyone can adapt to falling from a high place to a low place.

Song Fenglin was greatly encouraged: "Really?"

He was a little worried about what others would think, but now he felt that it didn't matter anymore.

He was not wearing glasses this time, and his eyes, which always looked a little dull, were now shining brightly.

Chen Yun: "Why do I feel like you're looking forward to it?"

Song Fenglin: "I've been doing the same job for more than ten years. Now if you ask me to pick up trash I'd find it quite interesting."

One doesn't notice it when one is in it, but only realizes one's yearning for the outside world after suddenly getting out of it.

Chen Yun poked him: "If you say that, I will really ask you to pick up trash."

Song Fenglin was just making an analogy. Even if he agreed casually, he didn't want to be the kind of person who said something but couldn't do it.

He said, "Well, I'm afraid I can't win against the old man."

Chen Yun was just joking and wrinkled her nose, "You have no sense of humor. I won't talk to you anymore." She

added, "I'm going to work, you wash the dishes, bye~"

She went out in a hurry, and Song Fenglin washed the dishes slowly at home.

After washing the dishes, I saw that there was still enough time, so I mopped the floor as well.

He does good things without leaving his name.

Liu Yingxia carried the vegetables into the house and thought it was her daughter's work, so she sent her a message: "You go about your business, I can do the housework myself."

Chen Yun thought it was just the dishes washed by Song Fenglin. Thinking it would be troublesome to explain, she simply took the credit: "I know~"

This child always seems like he never grows up.

Liu Yingxia has been nostalgic lately and keeps dreaming about things that happened twenty or thirty years ago.

She felt extremely uneasy about this, and still feels uneasy when she thinks about it now. She looked around and decided not to do a thorough cleaning. She just put the vegetables in place and hurried to the temple.

Puji Temple is very popular and is also a well-known tourist attraction.

It is said that the main hall was first built in the Tang Dynasty. After several wars, only a pagoda remained, which is a genuine cultural relic.

There are endless tourists visiting this tower every day, and neither the railings nor the slogans can stop people from throwing coins in.

If she wasn't a volunteer, Liu Yingxia would have thrown one too.

But she couldn't take the lead in breaking the rules now, so she could only pray devoutly in front of the Buddha statue.

She cares about so many people. After all, she has an 88-year-old mother and a three-year-old nephew.

Only after she finished reading the whole long list did she go to the kitchen to help.

The vegetarian noodles at Puji Temple have been very popular recently, with 10 to 20 people coming just to pick the vegetables.

Liu Yingxia has been here for a few days and already has someone to chat with.

She found a stool, sat down, put on gloves, and worked while talking.

Time flies by so fast when you do two things at once.

I just feel a little tired and lack the energy.

But she never liked to cause trouble for her children, nor did she like to go to the hospital, so she secretly ignored this discomfort.

Adults like to show off their strength, and children like to act like a spoiled child.

Chen Yun had just finished making a cake when the kindergarten teacher sent her a message: [Yangyang’s mom, Yangyang said he has a stomachache. The school doctor tested him and found he has no fever. Is it convenient for you to pick him up now? 】

Since her daughter started school, Chen Yun learned a word called cross-infection.

Parents more commonly refer to schools as virus concentration camps. Experienced parents know that children who have just been sent there will inevitably experience several colds, fevers, and runny noses.

After doing this many times, Chen Yun is not as panicky as before.

She washed her hands and went outside to say, "Xiaoxiao, I'm going to the kindergarten for a while."

There were no guests at the moment, and Xiaoxiao was watching TV series seriously, making an OK sign with both hands.

Chen Yun hung up her apron and scanned a shared bicycle at the door of the store.

It’s so close that you can get there by just turning the two wheels a few times.

Chen Xinyang was waiting for his mother in the security room. Seeing that the man did not look sick at all, he jumped up and down, "Mom, I'm here."

He jumped higher than the window like a little carrot.

Knowing at a glance that he was fine, Chen Yun squatted helplessly in front of her son: "Is your stomach still hurting?"

Chen Xinyang fell into deep thought, his head moving left and right, then he raised his hands and announced loudly: "It still hurts a little bit."

Looking at his liveliness, Chen Yun knew what was going on.

She pinched her son's face and said, "I'll buy you a yogurt. After you finish pooping, go back to class."

Chen Xinyang only heard the first half of the sentence and dragged his mother to the convenience store.

He finished his drink standing in front of someone else's store and even licked the lid clean.

Chen Yun wiped his face with a wet tissue and led him back to the store.

This is half of Chen Xinyang’s base. He happily found his toys to play with, and after a while he ran into the bathroom.

Chen Yun’s “diagnosis” turned out to be correct, and everything would be fine if he was sent to school.

The teachers are also accustomed to the "capriciousness" of these children and complete the handover ceremony with their parents at the school gate.

A private kindergarten like this costs nearly three hundred yuan a day, and there is no refund if you take leave.

Chen Yun is not yet at the stage where she regards money as dirt, so she tries her best to ensure that her children attend classes in good attendance.

Chen Xinyang also knew that he had to go to kindergarten no matter what, so he waved goodbye to his mother obediently.

After taking care of him, Chen Yun went back to the store to make bread in preparation for the peak business hours on Saturday.

Halfway through, Xiaoxiao pushed open the door of the baking room: "Sister, there's a girl outside applying for a summer job."

The job notice was just posted yesterday, and there was actually an interviewee today.

Chen Yun couldn't just leave the half-kneaded dough aside, so she said, "Make her a cup of coffee and ask her to wait for me for ten minutes."

Xiaoxiao: "Okay."

She was cheerful, but Chen Yun became anxious, wishing she could rub the dough to create sparks.

Unfortunately, the dough was not so considerate. It still took her ten minutes to knead it into some shape and then she set it aside to ferment.

Taking advantage of this time, she went outside for an interview.

The applicant was a girl who looked like a college student. She was rubbing her hands on her thighs unintentionally and looking around a little awkwardly.

Chen Yun was the first to greet, pulling out a chair and sitting down: "Sorry to have kept you waiting." The person

on the other side: "It's okay, it's okay, I just got here."

Just looking at his expression, you could tell he had never been out in society.

Chen Yun first confirmed her guess: "Are you still in school?"

The other side: "Yes, my name is Wu Fang, I'm a sophomore in the Normal University, and I'm 20 years old this year."

As expected, she is so young that people can see through her at a glance.

For some reason, Chen Yun smiled kindly: "Are you a local? Have you done similar work before?"

...

It's just a summer job, Chen Yun wouldn't make high demands.

She chatted with Wu Fang for a few words, but because she was worried about her dough, she took the initiative to end the topic: "It's probably what I just said. If the salary is acceptable to you, just tell me on WeChat."

Wu Fang: "Okay."

After saying this, she was silent for two seconds and cautiously said, "Can I sit for a while?"

Oh oh oh, no wonder she didn't move.

Chen Yun said embarrassedly, "It's okay, just sit anywhere. I'll get busy now."

Wu Fang smiled shyly and took out a notebook and a book from her bag. She looked like a good student.

In the past two years, Chen Yun has become more and more fond of acting like an adult, treating everyone as an elder.

She asked Xiaoxiao to get a piece of cake for someone. When she finished making the cake and was about to go home, she found out that the person had actually paid the bill.

This makes Chen Yun: "It's a bit like forced buying and selling."

Xiaoxiao put her hands in front of her chest: "I'm the one who was forced, I couldn't stop her."

This is her personality, sometimes she speaks in an exaggerated way.

Chen Yun smiled and said, "Yes, yes, thank you for your hard work."

She put on her bag: "See you tomorrow."

Xiaoxiao: "Don't you spend Saturdays with the kids?"

He occasionally doesn't come on Sundays, so he can only order cakes from other stores, and there is basically not much profit.

Chen Yun: "I'll have someone to accompany me tomorrow, so I'll make two more cakes for you to give you as a bonus."

Business has been good recently, and she can't always let others make money, not to mention that the family has one less source of income, so even if she has savings, she has to prepare for a rainy day early.

Coming here to work means that the salary is not high.

Xiaoxiao is a typical local only child. Her family is not wealthy, but she has the freedom to make her own choices.

She said, "Sister, that sounds so sad. I'm about to cry."

Will she? Chen Yun also thinks it is a sign of prosperity.

Although this is a small shop, she still walks out with her head held high like the richest person.