Sister Qian added 2 or 1 to 5 of six cans of beer, and each and half of them were contracted. She put the wine on the dishes that the eight-year-old child had stir-fried. Sister Qian tried to taste the fried eggs, and her face changed.

"Is it too salty?" Fu Ping'an asked.

"No, it's not salty at all, it's not old, it's just right and delicious." Sister Qian was mentally prepared. She had to keep eating the dishes that her son cooked, but she had to eat them even if they were too bad. Unexpectedly, it was surprisingly delicious. The fried eggs were very tender, the salty salty, and the slices of fried lunch meat were not very beautiful, but she mastered the heat well, and the outside was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. Cold cucumbers were even more outstanding. She was almost as good as the chefs of the small restaurant outside.

Xiaohui was praised and suddenly became excited and said in a constant manner: "If you want to stir-fry eggs, you need to heat the pan and cool the oil. If you add a little cooking wine to the eggs, you won't be fried too long."

Sister Qian deliberately asked him: "What ingredients are used for cold cucumbers?"

Xiaohui said: "If you add sugar, salt, chicken essence, minced garlic, cooking wine, vinegar, sesame oil, and cucumbers, you can't cut them. I can't take them, but my brother helped me."

Sister Qian applauded: "Xiaohui is awesome."

She was meticulous and began to suspect that these simple dishes were made by Fu Ping'an, saying that Xiaohui was just to make her happy. Of course, it was nothing. It was normal, but after asking, she realized that her son knew the process clearly, which showed that Fu Ping'an was really teaching her son to cook.

Xiaohui jumped to the sofa and shouted, "I can fold clothes, look!" As he said that, he shook apart a folded T-shirt and folded it again. The folds were straight and eye-catching, which looked very similar.

Thinking of the clothes my son changed into was thrown around the world, it seemed like a different life. Sister Qian couldn't wait for dinner and asked straight to the point: "Little Fu, please do me a favor, I can't treat you badly."

Fu Ping'an said: "Sister Qian, I want to ask you to do me a favor, too."

Sister Qian said: "You talk first, as long as I can do it, I will definitely help you."

Fu Ping'an said: "I failed the college entrance examination and wanted to find a job."

Sister Qian said: "It's a small matter to find a job, but how did you fail the exam? Sister thinks your grades should be good. What's going on?"

This is the sad thing that Fu Ping'an is least willing to mention, but now I can only explain it. He said that my electric car was stolen on the way for the exam the next morning, and my admission ticket was lost together, so I was unable to take the liberal arts and English exams.

Sister Qian suddenly realized: "I have heard that TV shows up. A candidate lost his admission ticket because of his bravery. It turned out to be you."

Fu Ping'an smiled bitterly: "It's me."

Sister Qian said: "Then you have to re-educate. You will continue to take the exam next year and look for a job now. Those three years of high school will not be in vain."

Fu Ping'an shook his head: "My dad is paralyzed, and my brother is still in school..."

Sister Qian sighed: "Sister understands that you don't want to find a job, you need money. This is how you can do it. During the summer vacation, you can help Xiaohui and tutor him in his studies. One hundred a day, and make up food. If Xiaohui's grades improve significantly, there are bonuses, why don't you think about it?"

This job that fell from the sky was very different from the job that Fu Ping'an imagined, but it would be great if he could make money, one hundred a day, three thousand a month! It earned more than many adults at work, and there was no reason not to agree.

"Thank you, Sister Qian." Fu Ping'an said, "I'm willing to do it."

Sister Qian was overjoyed and raised her beer: "Go one."

After the meal, Fu Ping'an wanted to wash the dishes. Sister Qian said she had nothing to do and the nanny would come to wash tomorrow. Fu Ping'an insisted on washing. He had work in his eyes and could not stand the dirty bowls piled in the sink. After washing, he reported to Sister Qian again. He spent 35 yuan to eat KFC for 200 yuan, and there were still 165 left.

Sister Qian knew about her son’s appetite. Thirty was enough for Xiaohui alone. In other words, Fu Ping'an had his own lunch at his own expense. She couldn’t help but sigh that this child was honest and kind, and he was a talent for making.

...

Fu Ping'an got a new job like this, and his income was far more than working part-time in an Internet cafe. The next morning, he came to the Provence Garden as promised. Because he was afraid of being late, he was a little ten minutes earlier than the agreed time. He was waiting outside. Sister Qian saw him through the window and opened the door to greet Fu Ping'an, saying that I was going out soon. Xiaohui asked you, this is your salary, this is the meal money today, I made it myself or went out to eat. You see the arrangements, remember to give Xiaohui less junk food.

There was a thick stack of money on the coffee table, which looked like a few thousand yuan, and a hundred yuan bill on the other side, as well as a key to the house and a mobile phone. Fu Ping'an was shocked and realized that Sister Qian had paid herself for the whole summer vacation.

"How can this work be done? You can get the money after finishing your work." Fu Ping'an said.

"You need money at home, take it, take Xiaohui, go out to play with your keys and cell phone, call me if you have something to do." Sister Qian picked up her bag, and the sound of a car whistle sounded outside, and the Hummer had already arrived at the door.

"Remember to have dinner on time." Sister Qian touched her son's head and went out. This time, with Fu Ping'an there, Xiaohui was not making any noise at all, but instead had a little impatient expression. As soon as Chen Qian went out, she yelled to turn on the computer and call CSS.

Outside the door, Chen Qian got into the Hummer driven by a bald man, tied her seat belt, and shook her head helplessly: "This kid is too naughty, it's really hard to find someone who can subdue him."

The bald man said, "You are so relieved to hand over Xiaohui to someone else to take."

Chen Qian said: "I made seven or eight phone calls early in the morning to find out the child's background. His parents were both laid off workers from the old textile factory in the past. They lived in Building 5, Heping Community. They were old households. They opened a small shop at home. His father was paralyzed after the New Year. He also had a younger brother who went to junior high school. The child studied well because he delayed the college entrance examination because he had no character. He had a strong sense of responsibility. The first thing to do is safety and the second thing to do is to be able to learn things. The old man only spoiled him with the child. The older boy took the little boy to play with and learn something. This is what I want."

The bald man said, "When I say that, Xiao Fu is a good person."

Chen Qian smiled and said, "No, there are not many good people these days."

...

Fu Ping'an counted the money, and it was 7,000 yuan in total. Today is June 24th. There are seven days left in June, and 31 days are 7,820 months. That is to say, from today to the start of school on September 1st, there are 69 working days in total. Including yesterday's day, 7,000 is just right. He likes this. Brothers settle accounts clearly. The accounts between the employer and the employer should be clear and clear at a glance. However, Sister Qian paid all the wages in advance. This trust is very precious. Fu Ping'an is confident that he is going to pay 3,000 yuan to his family and pay Mu Lan for the remaining 1,000 yuan. Should he buy those Nike shoes that he has been greedy for a long time?

After a brief weighing, Fu Ping'an decided to give up his pursuit of Nike shoes. For children from poor families, delaying gratification is a habit. On the contrary, Xiaohui does not have this habit. If you want something, you must immediately need it now. If you have to cry and make a fuss one second later, you will have to make a fuss. Fortunately, Fu Ping'an is not used to this problem. Fan Dongsheng is five years younger than him and has been raised by his brother since he was a child. Therefore, Fu Ping'an is very good at raising a little boy.

"Brother, hurry up, I'm waiting." Xiaohui was impatient and had already turned on the computer.

Fu Ping'an waved his hand: "Don't play games."

Xiaohui was shocked. If he didn't play games, what's the point of summer vacation, but he didn't dare to cry. His brother was not a mother and he was not accustomed to him. What should he do?

Fu Ping'an said: "I'll take you to have fun."

The big boys can play the game far beyond the little boy's imagination. Fu Ping'an rode an electric car and carried Xiaohui to the toy area of ​​the small commodity market under the scorching sun. Xiaohui had never seen this scene, and it was covered with toys. He wanted this one and that one, but Fu Ping'an disagreed and finally spent money to buy six water guns of different lengths.

Fu Ping'an was about to launch a water gun battle. He took Xiaohui back to his home and called his younger brother Fan Dongsheng down from the building. Fan Dongsheng was bored just after the exam and asked him if he wanted to take me to the Internet cafe to play.

Fu Ping'an said, "Call up people and let's play war." As he said, he showed a water gun.

Fan Dongsheng opened his mouth into an o-shaped shape: "Brother, you are still playing with this when you are so old."

Fu Ping'an shook out a hundred-dollar bill.

Fan Dongsheng immediately said: "How many people are needed?"

Heping Community is an old community, with harmonious relationships among residents and more neighborhood exchanges. After Fu Ping'an entered the third year of high school, Fan Dongsheng took over as the child king. He called a group of children in minutes, from kindergarten to junior high school. Whenever he talked about water fights, he was excited and went home to take out the long-closed water gun.

Xiaohui was trembling with excitement. The elder brother opened a new world for him. He had never seen such an exciting game at Cambridge International Bilingual School. The primitive and barbaric war game. The children divided into two armies with the palms and backs of their hands, attacking each other with water guns. No one cared about the wet clothes, the hair was wet, and the cold caught. Isn’t this the live version of CCS? The elder brother was right. This is a more fun game.

After a battle, the children had a lot of fun. Near noon, they went home for dinner, and Xiaohui also followed his two brothers home.

When Fu Dongmei saw her son bringing a child back, she said strangely: "Whose child is this?"

Fu Ping'an talked about the whole story and took out three thousand yuan to his mother. Fu Dongmei smiled happily and counted the money and said that this job was suitable. She could eat it at home at noon, saving two money.

I had cold noodles at noon, and I was just a casual meal, but because of the noble little guest at home, Fu Dongmei made the cold noodles into flowers, added white sesame seeds and fried peanuts, cucumber strips and mung bean sprouts, and passed the cold water. It tasted so delicious in summer. The family was having dinner in the inner room of the convenience store downstairs. There was no air conditioning. An electric fan from the 1980s shook his head and blew out the cool breeze, but it was still hot.

Fan Dong sat in a wheelchair, bare back and drinking cold beer. The two sons also took off their T-shirts. Xiaohui followed suit and took off his clothes, revealing his white and tender little fat body.

"It looks like this, my three sons are so lucky." Fan Dong laughed.

Suddenly Fu Ping'an's cell phone rang. This was the communication tool that Sister Qian gave him. I called him at noon and must have asked about his son's condition. Fu Ping'an answered and said that Xiaohui was having dinner at my house, and then handed the cell phone to Xiaohui.

Xiaohui told his mother about playing real-life CS with the children here, and said that the noodles made by the aunt were delicious.

Chen Qian was very happy and asked her son if she had eaten much. Xiaohui, a child who was picky about food, liked to eat high-calorie fast food. Although she was fat, her physique was not good. In the words of the old man, this was called not eating human food.

"I've eaten two bowls, but it's delicious. Mom, come and eat it too." Xiaohui said.

Chen Qian asked her son to hand over the phone to Fu Ping'an, and then hung up the phone after giving a few more words.

After dinner, Xiaohui was not sleepy at all. He ran outside for several hours, sweating and having fun. He played until the evening was exhausted and fell asleep. Fu Ping'an finally had time and asked his mother to take care of Xiaohui. He rode an electric bike out and called Mu Lan first.

"The number you called has been shut down..." A voice response came from the receiver. Mu Lan's little spiritual connection could not be opened. Fu Ping'an simply came to Binhu Villa. This time he was familiar with the road and registered at the gate and said he wanted to find a classmate living in Villa No. 16.

"I moved on the 16th, and no one lives there now," said the security guard.

"Where did you move? My classmate's name is Mulan. Do you know her? Her mother works as a nanny on the 16th." Fu Ping'an was a little panicked.

The security guard shook his head: "We only know the owner's license plate, but we don't know other privacy."

Fu Ping'an had to go back and went to the Internet cafe to go to QQ and left a message to Mu Lan, saying that he had earned the first amount of money as a tutor and could pay back 3,000 first, and he needed your bank card number.

Mu Lan’s avatar is gray, indicating that it is not online or invisible.
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