Ye Fan was very surprised that since he hated Laolai Lin so much, why didn't he resign and leave?
As a result, those workers sighed bitterly. They didn't get the money, and leaving would only make Laolai Lin even happier. Laolai Lin had connections with the Labor Bureau, and no one could sue him.
Ye Fan wanted to tell these workers that they could go to the capital to petition and make the matter worse.
But looking back, I realize that the current regional petitioning system is very strict. If it is not handled properly, the fate of these workers will be even more bumpy.
Besides, they have no money, so they can’t afford a long-term war of resistance like petitioning!
After returning home, Yiyi was already fast asleep, and she would hold those children's books even while sleeping.
Ye Fan leaned on the bedside. Yiyi seemed to feel her father's breath, her little body arched slightly, and her head moved closer to Ye Fan.
"Daddy... Yiyi is so happy..."
The little girl's babbling words touched Ye Fan very much.
This little angel was destined to be his fate!
At dinner time, Yiyi was attracted by the rich aroma and woke up from her sleep.
"Papa..." Yiyi quickly put on her clothes, jumped out of bed and came to the kitchen with her slippers on.
"Be good, we'll eat soon."
A happy smile appeared on Ye Fan's face, and he poured the food into a large plate.
"Wow, it's braised pork!" Yiyi opened her eyes wide and put her finger on her lips, looking like a "greedy little cat".
"Wash your hands before eating." Ye Fan instructed.
"Um."
Yiyi quickly ran to the sink and took a small stool to step on. Not only did she wash her hands, she also helped Ye Fan wash two bowls.
"Daddy, the bowls are washed. Yiyi will help you serve the rice."
"...Okay, okay!" Ye Fan felt a little distressed.
My daughter is only five years old, but she is so sensible. Which other children of the same age don’t have clothes to put on, food to eat, and mouth to open?
Yiyi stepped on a small stool to serve rice, with Ye Fan protecting her from the side.
"Yiyi, would you be angry if your father treated you badly before?" Ye Fan asked apologetically.
Yiyi shook her head, "Papa has always been very kind to Yiyi. In the past, although Papa loved to drink, she didn't pay much attention to Yiyi, but if there was delicious food, she would rather starve herself and feed it to Yiyi. Yiyi likes Papa the most!"
"Um?"
Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled bitterly in his heart.
Yiyi is too kind!
In this world, Ye Fan is such a scumbag, how could he rather be hungry? Beer is liquid bread, and this birdman must be too full to eat it.
"Yiyi, do you like your mother?"
"This... I like it, but my mother has to work all the time and rarely goes home to accompany Yiyi." Yiyi's little hand shook slightly, and a small handful of rice fell onto the stove.
Seeing this, Yiyi quickly grabbed the handful of rice and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Dirty, don't eat it!" Ye Fan quickly picked up Yiyi and threw the rice in her hand into the trash can.
"Daddy, it would be such a waste to throw it away." Yiyi was puzzled.
"From now on, you are not allowed to eat anything on the ground." Ye Fan burst into tears as he carried Yiyi to a chair and gave her a lot of braised pork.
Yiyi was shocked when she saw Ye Fan swallowing silently. She quickly stretched out her fleshy little hand to wipe his tears and begged aggrievedly: "Daddy, don't cry. Yiyi will listen to you from now on, okay?"
"Okay, okay." Ye Fan sat next to Yiyi, "Come, let's eat!"
"Yeah!" Yiyi ate a piece of braised pork and showed an extremely happy smile, "The braised pork made by Dad is so delicious!"
"Then you eat more."
Ye Fan kept putting meat on Yiyi and piled her small bowl high.
Yiyi smiled from ear to ear and put the meat into Ye Fan's mouth.
Before I had eaten a few mouthfuls of rice, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Ye Fan was very unhappy that his family happiness was interrupted.
"It's me!" Dong Yuejun's voice came from outside the door, "I bought something and I didn't have the key to open the door."
"Papa, it's Mommy here." Yiyi was so happy that she jumped off the chair and hurried to open the door.
Dong Yuejun walked into the house carrying two large bags of snacks and fruits, sniffed lightly with his nose, and frowned: "Ye Fan, when did you learn to cook?"
"We just started eating, have you eaten yet?"
"No, I'll go out to eat with friends later." Dong Yuejun's tone was not as harsh as before, and his eyes became softer.
She led Yiyi to the dining table, pulled up a chair and sat down.
Yiyi continued to cook rice, her dark eyes darting back and forth on her parents.
Dong Yuejun looked at Ye Fan, who lowered his head to eat, occasionally picking up a piece of meat and putting it in Yiyi's bowl.
"You really don't want to eat?" Ye Fan didn't look at Dong Yuejun, "My craftsmanship is not bad. If you don't believe me, just ask Yiyi."
"Yeah, the rice cooked by Dad is delicious! Mom, why don't you eat some too!" Yiyi responded immediately.
"Then...just pretend a little bit." Dong Yuejun nodded lightly, picked up his phone and sent a text message.
Ye Fan ignored it and stood up to serve her a bowl of rice.
Today's dinner is very simple, one meat, one vegetable and one soup, all using the simplest ingredients.