Every day when Yang Mufan came back, she would always boil hot water and patiently help him wipe his body and change his clothes. She would also make him some hangover soup because he was too drunk.
This happens every day.
Mu Wanqing was really worried that over time, Yang Mufan's body would be unable to bear it.
What she was most worried about was that she was afraid that Yang Mufan would never recover and would remain depressed like this forever.
She wanted to persuade him, talk to him, encourage him to get back on his feet and start from scratch, but... Yang Mufan never gave her time to say a word in front of him...
Mu Wanqing helped him change into clean clothes, but she was already sweating profusely from exhaustion.
She helped him tuck the quilt, and then took out his dirty clothes and washed them.
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The food street of the night market is crowded with people every night, and it is extremely lively.
Every restaurant is crowded.
The cheers of joy, the sound of excited punches, and the clatter of cups all mixed together, making it extremely noisy.
Compared to the hustle and bustle of the restaurant, the backyard seems much colder and deserted.
Mu Wanqing was wearing greasy work clothes, sitting in front of a super large basin, and quickly cleaning the piles of dishes and chopsticks inside.
Her little hands, which were originally tender and smooth, became wrinkled and dry after being soaked in water for a long time.
She kept the same posture all night, sitting in the backyard and washing dishes, so tired that she couldn't straighten her back.
I was just about to stop for a while and take a rest, but before I could even raise my arm, the landlady’s angry scolding came loudly: "Mu Wanqing, are you lazy again?! Do you still want to continue doing this?! All you do is be lazy all day long.
, I paid you to do things, not just to make a living."
"I'm sorry, I'll wash it right away, very soon!" Muwan buried his head and washed the dishes at a faster speed.
The landlady put her hands on her hips, like a dominatrix: "Don't wash it yet, take these washed dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen, there are no dishes over there."
"Oh, right away." As she said that, Mu Wanqing poured water, washed the dish soap off her hands, and then walked to the kitchen carrying the heavy dishes and chopsticks.
However, after walking a few steps, she suddenly felt a sharp, dull pain in her stomach. Her hands slipped, and with a "thunder bang", fifty bowls fell to the ground and shattered.
The landlady stood at the door of the yard, dumbfounded.
He calmed down for a few seconds, then roared angrily: "Mu Wanqing, you did it on purpose, right?! You break my bowl on purpose every day. What do you mean, are you secretly retaliating against me?! Get out of our store!!!
Here, we don’t need a clumsy dishwasher like you——"
Without any suspense, Mu Wanqing was kicked out by the landlady. No matter how she begged, the landlady didn't even look at her.
Biting her lip and looking at the one hundred yuan wages in her hand, she really... felt like crying without tears.
Washing dishes at the night market is a lot of work, and I earn 100 yuan a day.
She washed the dishes for a week and ended up losing 600——
Lowering her eyes, looking at her fingers that were wrinkled, peeled, and stinging from the detergent, Mu Wanqing slightly pouted her red lips, breathed out gently, and then whispered to cheer herself up: "Mu Wanqing, come on.
!!You still need to save money to redeem your mother’s brooch, and you also need to buy a suit for Yang Mufan.”
Yang Mufan didn't have a decent suit now, so she had to prepare one for him. If one day he suddenly wanted to go to work, he would definitely need it.
