Xue Ling looked out and saw Xiaoxin and Xiao Chong carrying their schoolbags and wearing shoes at the door opposite.
The boy and girl in their twelve years old are tall and thin, with tender eyebrows and eyes that are as bright as the sun.
She laughed softly and asked, "What time is it? Don't be late again."
A few years ago, the nearby primary schools expanded their campuses, and the back door was connected to the food street behind Ronghua Mall.
Xiaoxin and Xiao Chongte were happy because they turned directly to the food street after getting off the elevator and could immediately enter the school through the back door, which saved about six or seven minutes of walking time than before.
Because of this, the two guys almost count school hours in seconds every day.
"No." Xiao Xin shook her pretty short hair like a show-off and said, "Eight minutes left!"
"Only seven minutes left!" Xiao Chong shouted: "Quick! Go and hold the elevator first! I'll arrive in two seconds!"
Xiaoxin ran out in a panic.
Xiao Chong put on his socks, sneakers, and ran after him.
Xue Ling looked at the closed elevator door and shook his head speechlessly and smiled bitterly.
"I really hope that the electronic watch at home will be on the phone for two minutes, otherwise I will rush to school all day long and shake my head when I see it."
Cheng Tianyuan, who was eating in the kitchen, sounded: "It's more than a minute, I secretly adjusted it."
Xue Ling laughed "Puchi!" and gave a thumbs up.
"Sure enough, ginger is still so spicy! The demon is one foot taller!"
Xue's mother, who was knitting wool on the sofa, raised her reading glasses and couldn't help but glance at her.
"Where did you buy this dress?"
Xue Ling asked with a smile: "How is it? Is it good-looking?"
"Sweet." Xue's mother asked: "How much?"
Xue Ling gestured two fingers and turned around and entered the kitchen.
Xue’s mother behind laughed and scolded: “This clothes are made of golden thread, right? They are so expensive!”
Xue Ling laughed and explained: "They are international brands, and it is worth understanding if they are more expensive. I usually don't want to wear them. I only choose a group with large events or conferences before I can take them out to deal with the scene."
In the past few years, the overall factory's performance has been very good. It has advertised a lot and made a reputation. At the suggestion of a number of senior executives, it was renamed "Mingshu Group" and actively applied for listing.
In mid-last year, the group was officially listed, and she currently holds 68% of the shares. As a result, the group's scale expanded, the stock price rose steadily, and her net worth increased rapidly several times.
In recent days, the group's management has been basically improved, and more and more young people with excellent work abilities are under their jurisdiction. Xue Ling's work is easier, but he still has to go to work every day and handle all kinds of big and small things.
The group executives have two major meetings a week. There is also an exclusive interview program for TV stations today. She may have to show her face, so she quickly put on the beautiful and expensive suit she bought last year.
Cheng Tianyuan praised: "This dress is really good-looking."
Xue Ling explained: "It is a foreign brand suit purchased by Xiao Jiaxue. It is a little cheaper than on the market. It looks quite formal to wear. I bought it for her when I like it."
In the past two years, Xiao Jiaxue is keen on sidelines and continues to be a publisher editor. She secretly looks for opportunities to go abroad from time to time in private, especially her husband's country, and buys some expensive cosmetics, perfumes or branded clothing to buy back to China for sale.
"She made a good profit this year, and more and more people bought her cosmetics and perfume. Last month, my husband went on vacation in school and went back and forth twice, bringing her several boxes of goods back in total."
Cheng Tianyuan smiled and said, "Now the couple makes money by co-starring. Her husband can go abroad to play, and she can make a lot of money. It's not tiring to work with men and women. Finally, it's done."
"There are still bad things." Xue Ling smiled and explained: "She complained to me the day before yesterday that they lacked a mixed-race child. She said that both mixed-race children are very beautiful, and hopes to have a baby with her husband before she gets old.
Daughter. By the way, her husband likes his daughter."
"I'm in my forties, can I still give birth?" Xue's mother asked, "I remember she is two years older than you, right?"
Xue Ling smiled bitterly and nodded: "Mom, don't ever ask about age in front of women, I really can't stand it!"
"Go!" Xue's mother asked back with a hilarious look: "I am younger than you? I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of!"
Liu Ying was picking vegetables in the corner, staring at the cauliflower with presbyopia.
"It's nothing to be in his forties, he will definitely be able to have children! In the past, there were some places in rural areas that didn't have the ligation, and some elderly people were born until menopause, and there were many people who were born in their fifties."
Xue Ling tsk a few times, ate millet porridge and ate bread.
"The physical fitness of people nowadays is worse than before, and they are not as good as before. However, people always have to hold on to hope! I told her to exercise well and work hard."
Liu Ying asked curiously: "Does foreigners like daughters more? They are so old, why don't they want to have a boy to inherit the family?"
Xue Ling explained: "Mom, foreigners have different ideas from us. They don't have boys here to inherit the tradition of family business, and their views on family are also different from ours. They basically haven't lived together and have grown up.
They just left home and were independent. They really couldn’t understand our habit of liking together. On the contrary, we couldn’t understand them. Different cultural backgrounds would be different, and their ideas would be different."
"Oh!" Liu Ying lost interest and continued picking vegetables.
Cheng Tianyuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Dads are all out?"
"Yes." Xue's mother explained: "It was dawn, and the two of them went out, and they didn't even eat breakfast. They said they wanted to go to the food street behind to eat a bowl of wontons."
Cheng Tianyuan chuckled: "It's good that they like it."
"There is chess that can be played, of course I like it!" Xue's mother smiled bitterly and shook her head: "How come they didn't find that they were so obsessed with playing chess in the morning and in the evening. Both of them have become famous chess fans nearby!
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Everyone laughed.
Liu Ying couldn't help but look up and explain: "His father used to play less and had no chance to play. Later, Awu taught him more, and gradually both of them became partners and their chess skills became better and better. By the way, they came back last night.
I also said that I planned to hold a friendly match with senior college people on weekends to see which side has the best chess skills.”
"Very good!" Xue Ling smiled and said, "It can be used as entertainment and educational."
Mother Xue giggled, "How old are you, you are still smart? You're so funny!"
Cheng Tianyuan put down the bowls and chopsticks, took out tissues and wiped the corners of his mouth.
"I have to go to the warehouse and I won't come back at noon. I picked up Xiaoxin and Xiao Chong in the afternoon and came up together."
He is still in the tissue business, with a scale of nearly half larger than before, and he also has a lot of sanitary napkin business, and his income is becoming increasingly stable and he is getting higher and higher.
But the warehouse before was too small to hold so many goods.
Two years ago, Dad Xue gave him a piece of land, which was three acres in size, just on the side of the Ringcheng Road in the suburbs of the imperial capital.
Cheng Tianyuan built a large warehouse there, mainly storing sanitary tampons and tissues for wholesale. As a result, the scale expanded and the business became better and better.
Xue Ling had eaten half of it, and Cheng Tianfang's voice sounded outside.
"Mom! Is there any porridge? Xiaohan is hungry! She wants to eat porridge!"
Liu Ying stood up and went out to greet him.
"There are two bowls of porridge left, enough for Xiaohan to eat. Come on! Xiaohan comes to grandma's side!"
Cheng Tianfang rushed in quickly, hurriedly greeted Xue's mother and Xue Ling, and quickly made a bowl of porridge.
Liu Ying led Xiaohan in behind.
The little guy is over three years old and has long hair. Maybe he has just woken up and hasn't combed his hair yet. He has a bit of messy hair. He pouts his little mouth and loses his temper. He keeps stomping his feet and shouting: "I want to eat millet porridge! I only eat millet porridge