Although the Lin family was a little surprised, they still accepted the fact that Lin Ping became a professor.

However, just when grandma was about to cook, Lin Ping remembered that he asked Zhao Wanqiu to make dumplings tonight.

"I have to go to school, I will be very busy tomorrow." Lin Ping said and left home.

After Lin Ping left the house, he found Gu Qingshan, Qian Jin and Sun Ming in the alley.

Soon, Gu Qingshan drove Lin Ping to the rented cottage.

"You three are waiting for me in the car, and I will come out later. I have something big to tell you today." After that, Lin Ping got out of the car and walked into the courtyard.

When Lin Ping entered the house, Zhao Wanqiu was reading a book on the desk.

On the dining table, there were three plates.

When Zhao Wanqiu saw Lin Ping finally come back, she hurriedly closed the book and got up and took the tweed coat that Lin Ping took off and hung it on the hook on the wall.

"I'm almost starving!" Lin Ping sat down and lifted the buckled plate directly, then carried a piece of meat in his hand and put it in his mouth.

"Wash your hands, have you washed your hands and eat..." Zhao Wanqiu looked at Lin Ping sitting down to eat without washing his hands, and hurriedly picked up the kettle to pour water into the washbasin.

"Yes, I held someone's stinky feet today, but I didn't wash it well this day." Lin Ping had no choice but to get up and wash his hands and face first.

"..." Zhao Wanqiu blushed and said nothing, but served the soup and dumplings that were still heating in the pot to the table.

But when Lin Ping saw the soup on the table, his face turned green.

"Sister, is egg soup also called soup? At least you have to make some chicken soup! You beat two eggs in a pot of boiling water and deal with me?"

"Why is the egg soup not called soup? I made four eggs. You ask for three dishes and one soup every day, and you also have to eat dumplings. Can you finish so many things? Besides, didn't the chicken come out of the egg?" Zhao Wanqiu didn't care about Lin Ping's dissatisfaction at all, so he served him a bowl of egg soup. But when serving rice, he put a lot of eggs in Lin Ping's bowl.

"We are just two of you for dinner. You can stir-fry less dishes. For example, only half a plate of each dish, but you can stir-fry a few more dishes. This way you can eat less and you don't worry about having leftovers tomorrow." Anyway, you are not cooking by yourself, so Lin Ping has to make different requirements.

"The landlord's young master's habit..." Zhao Wanqiu muttered.

Listening to Zhao Wanqiu's muttering, Lin Ping ate several dumplings in a row.

But the more you eat, the ugly your face looks.

"Sister, if I'm right, your dumplings are made of pork and green onions! You eat dumplings at home, why did you make so many green onions for me? Where is pork and green onions? It's just dumplings. Our family is not short of meat. Can you be more generous? Don't live like beggars?" Lin Ping complained again dissatisfied.

Lin Ping’s complaint was not for himself, but for the thin woman in front of him. Now Lin Ping has money on him, so he can find a place to make a big fish and meat. If he really wants to eat meat, there is no need to waste his mouth here at Zhao Wanqiu.

This is nothing more than to help Zhao Wanqiu get rid of the malnutritional symptoms so that she can faint from weakness at any time. In order to make her nutrition balanced, Lin Ping could only ask for three dishes and one soup for dinner, and it would not be the same within two weeks. Perhaps only in this way can she quickly supplement nutrition without hurting her fragile self-esteem.

"Living is just a careful calculation! Besides, there are two meat dishes on the table. Can't you see that I have put so many meat slices?" Zhao Wanqiu felt that Lin Ping was really hard to serve.

"What about that? That's it! Just five, six, six, seven slices are also called too much? Also, why can't I see oil flowers? I bought such two buckets of peanut oil at home and a bucket of lard. Don't you know how to use it? Sister, please, you and I are here to share the rent, not to become a monk. Can you live a good life?" Lin Ping was uneducated and used his chopsticks to toss and turn on the dish with his own chopsticks, with the purpose of counting a few pitiful pieces of meat.

After this picky criticism, Zhao Wanqiu felt a little aggrieved.

I was in a good mood and did everything well, so I waited for Lin Ping to come back for dinner.

Even when I was going to help Lin Ping wash his feet at night, the socks he had to change were ready.

But after waiting for him for so long while hungry, he scolded himself for a long time after coming back.

"But, every household lives like this. It's so difficult to make money now! Even if you have the ability, you can't spend money like this every day!" Zhao Wanqiu thought that her unit couldn't pay her salary for so long. She was very grateful that she had food every day, let alone oil and meat these days. Thinking of this, she had a hint of crying when she said this.

"Sister, you can figure it out. I'm spending money. I don't feel sorry for you. What kind of trouble do you care about? Our contract is clearly written. I'm responsible for spending money and you're responsible for housework. If I were a person who felt sorry for money, would I buy so many things for you? Now I have spent money and can't have a good meal. Whoever I messed with will provoke. This is also, I don't call it a skilled one, I'm very capable." Lin Ping took out a handful of US dollars from his pocket of clothes. He casually stuck a stack and slapped it directly on the table.

However, Lin Ping may have been a little too hard to beat. When he pulled his hand back, he sprinkled his bowl of egg soup all over the floor, and even fell on the ground and broke it into several pieces.

Zhao Wanqiu would never have thought that the supper that he had been busy all afternoon would end like this.

Lin Ping knew that Zhao Wanqiu was a good girl. Nowadays, women still knew what it means to live a family life. If this were to be done in the future, would such a beautiful woman as Zhao Wanqiu prepare food and wait for the man to come back to eat? I am afraid that when she returns home, not only will she not be able to eat, but she will also help the women wash dishes.

Lin Ping could have taken some time to slowly change her living habits, but looking at her thin appearance, she could only force her to follow the route she set. Zhao Wanqiu must understand that if she doesn't listen to her, the house will not be peaceful. If you want to live a good life, it is best to cook according to the menu.

Lin Ping did not apologize for breaking his job, but picked up his Nizi coat and put it on and left.

Not long after, the sound of the car starting outside sounded.

In the room, Zhao Wanqiu cried silently while cleaning the debris on the floor. However, when she threw out the garbage and returned to the room again, she saw the stack of US dollars on the table.

There are 14 pictures in total, this...it is actually US$1,400.

This is the first time Zhao Wanqiu has held US dollars in her hands, but fortunately she works in the library and has seen what US dollars look like on the pictures in the book.

"Xiao Zhao..." Just as Zhao Wanqiu was staring at the money in a daze, Aunt Liu's voice sounded outside the door.

Zhao Wanqiu hurriedly took the US dollar into his pocket and wiped his tears.

"Aunt Liu, Sister Zhang, come in quickly!" Zhao Wanqiu lifted the cotton curtain and saw two women standing at the door.

"Oh, bituminous coal is warm, our coal balls are not as warm as this temperature." When Sister Zhang entered the room, her first feeling was that the room was a bit too warm.

"You get what you pay for. Bacteria is so expensive, so it must be warmer. After all, coal balls only cost a pound!" Aunt Liu also felt that the warm room was a bit sleepy.

"Just... I was a quarrel just now!" Sister Zhang glanced at the remaining egg soup on the table.

Although the traces on the ground were cleared, there was still a large piece of egg soup on the table that had not been processed.

"It's a mess!" Aunt Liu picked up a rag to help Zhao Wanqiu clean up.

How could Zhao Wanqiu ask others to help him with housework?

She hurriedly took the rag over, wiped the table clean by herself, and then pulled out the chair and let the two sit down.

"Three dishes, one soup, and dumplings. I've lived such a prosperous life, why are you quarreling?" Sister Zhang glanced at the food on the table and continued to ask.

"Hey, this young couple is not quarreling. But if you listen to Aunt Liu, we women cannot drive men out every night." Aunt Liu is older after all, and she was still in the Republic of China when she was young, so she naturally has some idea of ​​being superior to men and inferior to women in her thoughts.

When Zhao Wanqiu heard this, she was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to answer.

The two of them were obviously not a couple, but now they live in the same room. What’s strange is that there is only one bed in the room, and there is still a big red quilt on the bed.

If Zhao Wanqiu refutes, it will only be even more embarrassing.

It wasn't the couple who lived together, and the room had such a thing, and they were dressed like a bridal chamber. Wouldn't she look like a shameless woman?
Chapter completed!