"If that doesn't work, wait until Xiao He comes to your door next time, and I'll return something to him!"
Aunt Xu is not a person who likes to take advantage of others. Although a watermelon is not valuable, she cannot ask for it for nothing.
Besides, if you take advantage of it and suffer big losses, Aunt Xu, as a retired employee, is at least vigilant.
Aunt Xu has some affection for Xiao He, but these days are not like when they were young. Everyone is focused on money, and there are all kinds of scammers out there.
Old ladies like Aunt Xu who live alone and have high pensions and filial children are often the key targets of scammers.
Aunt Xu put the watermelon in the kitchen, walked around the second bedroom, and found several sets of newborn gift boxes on the bed.
Although the eldest grandson returned to the provincial capital with his wife and children, the news that they had given birth to a child in his hometown was still known to relatives and friends.
Relatives and friends would bring some gifts when they went to the hospital to visit.
For practical purposes, just give some eggs and milk.
If you are a face-loving person, you will get a fruit basket or a newborn gift package.
This kind of gift box is beautifully packaged, but the contents inside are just some small monk clothes and small quilts.
Children grow up quickly, so two sets of these small clothes and a small quilt are enough.
But there are several gift boxes sent by relatives and friends, and there is simply no way to use them all.
When Aunt Xu's eldest grandson left, she left several sets behind.
Looking at these gift boxes, Aunt Xu estimated their value: they are much more valuable than a watermelon.
However, seeing that Xiao He is so well-versed in the ways of the world, he should bring some small gifts if he comes to visit again.
Two for one, no one suffers!
Aunt Xu secretly made calculations and was still wary of Stanley Ho.
Ho Hongtu didn't know this. When he came out of Aunt Xu's house, he didn't rush home, but turned around and went to another neighborhood.
"Uncle Chen, it's me, Xiao He! Are you feeling better today? Have you had dinner?"
Stanley Ho entered a work unit dormitory, came to a building familiar with the familiar route, and pressed the intercom on the access control.
"Xiao He, come in!"
A slightly older male voice came from the intercom, followed by a click, and the security door was opened.
Entering the building door of the unit, you arrive at the east door on the first floor, and the door has been opened.
Stanley Ho opened the door in a familiar manner, but he did not forget to say hello when he entered: "Uncle Chen, I'm coming in!"
After entering the door, Ho Hongtu smelled a stench mixed with the aroma of food.
There was no reaction on Stanley Ho's face, and he still entered the living room with a smile.
"Xiao He, have you eaten? Oops, I'm so sorry that I couldn't help you last time. I thought -" You won't come to my house anymore.
The speaker was an old man in his sixties or seventies. He was chubby and had gray hair. He looked very wealthy. He was obviously an old man who was living a happy life.
"I haven't eaten yet! My wife has given birth to a baby in the past few days, and I have been waiting in the hospital every day, so I don't have time to come and see you. How is your health? Are you recovering well?"
Stanley Ho seemed not to notice the old man's slightly embarrassed smile, but remained as affectionate and attentive as ever.
He glanced at the living room. There were two freshly fried dishes on the dining table by the wall, and there was a nanny-looking person busy in the kitchen.
Not long after, the nanny came out with a stainless steel basin and said to the old man as if he was doing something good: "Uncle Chen, I went to the vegetable market today and saw the fresh flowers and peanuts, so I bought some for you.
Boil it in water first, you can taste it, if you like it, I will fry some peanuts for you tomorrow!"
Before the old man could speak, Stanley Ho said, "Peanuts? Absolutely not, Uncle Chen is allergic to peanuts!"
The nanny's smile froze and she looked at Stanley Ho and then at Mr. Chen.
Mr. Chen nodded slowly with a dull look on his face. He was indeed allergic to peanuts. He would have difficulty breathing and get rashes on his body if he ate even a little bit.
The nanny became more and more embarrassed and explained as if to make up for it: "What about that? When Teacher Chen explained the matter to me, she didn't say you couldn't eat peanuts."
Even a son doesn't know that his old man can't eat peanuts. How could a nanny who has only been here for two days know?
After the nanny said this, she found that the old man's face turned darker.
After thinking about it for a moment, the nanny understood: her son didn't know that his father was allergic to peanuts, which was not a happy thing for the old man.
The nanny opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but she didn't know what to say, so she simply pretended to look at the time and glanced at the quartz watch hanging on the wall.
She made a deliberate noise, "It's almost half past five, Uncle Chen, I, I should go!"
She is not a live-in nanny, but an hourly worker.
When the Chen family's son hired her, he agreed that she would cook two meals a day, and also clean the house and do the laundry.
Come here at noon and leave in the afternoon, exactly five hours.
"...Okay, let's go!"
Mr. Chen opened his mouth and hesitated to speak, but in the end, he did not say the unspeakable words in his heart, but nodded and asked the nanny to leave.
After sending the nanny away, Stanley Ho put down the vegetable basket, approached Mr. Chen's wheelchair, and asked softly: "Uncle Chen, have you relieved your big hand?"
Stanley Ho took care of the old man's self-esteem and did not directly ask him if he had pooped his pants.
Mr. Chen still blushed suddenly, and his whole body was filled with embarrassment and embarrassment.
Stanley Ho didn't take it seriously, rolled up his sleeves and pushed the old man directly to the bathroom.
Stanley Ho put down the lid of the toilet, then directly picked up Uncle Chen and asked him to sit on the toilet.
He supported the old man with one hand to prevent him from slipping, and took off his clothes with the other hand.
Stanley Ho threw the dirty pants aside without changing his expression, picked up the shower head, and began to clean the old man's dirty things.
After taking a bath, he was put into clean clothes and then put back into the wheelchair.
"...Xiao He, it's really troublesome for you. You, you don't have to be like this-"
That day in the park, Uncle Chen accidentally broke his leg. It was Xiao He who discovered him and enthusiastically helped take him to the hospital.
During the period of recuperation, Uncle Chen had difficulty moving. Although his son hired nannies, they were not very dedicated.
It was Xiao He who came to help him every day, helping him go to the toilet and wiping his body. He was simply more attentive than the kind of caregivers who cost a lot of money.
Last week, Xiao He asked him for help with something. It wasn't a big deal, he just asked him to help him make a fortune.
But when the son heard about it, he called Xiao He a liar and yelled at the phone not to let the old man go.
Uncle Chen was worried about his son and worried that Xiao He really had other agendas, so he did not agree.
After that, Xiao He didn't come to the door again.
After his son heard about it, he became even more proud: "I'll just call him a liar. What about saving people? What about helping? It's all about money!"
"Now that I see you won't take the bait, I'll just run away!"
"Dad, please be more careful in the future. Don't count the money for others after being sold!"
"There is no such thing as love for no reason in the world. If there is no benefit, you can't afford it. People treat you like an ancestor. Why? Isn't it just for the money in your trouser pocket?!"
But after listening to Xiao He's words just now, Uncle Chen knew that his wife had given birth to a child, so he didn't come.
I don't really have a problem with him.
More, not a liar!
In fact, so what if he is a liar?
Uncle Chen sat in his wheelchair feeling refreshed, looking at the figure making noodles for him in the kitchen, and suddenly a thought came to his mind...
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