My Loyal and Lovely Husband

Tao Xiaoqing feels confused that why two people in a row praise the wasteful behavior of his boss, Jin Weiwei. Seeing the confused expression of Tao Xiqoing, Shen Cuihua explains, “Although your boss shouldn’t have paid for the extra money, other people will think that your boss is honest and generous. It pays to win a good reputation by using such a small amount of money.”

Stepping out of the room, Jin Weiwei holds the hand of Shen Cuihua and greets warmly, “How’s you coming today my sister? My store will open for business tomorrow.” “That’s why I come today. I come here to see if there is anything I can help.” Replies Shen Cuihua loudly and clearly. “Thank you, my sister. Everything has been done.” Says Jin Weiwei. Then Shen Cuihua interrupts her, “Everything has been done? I help you to carry the furniture into the shop…It is not proper to put all the furniture outside.” “You are right, my sister.” Says Jin Weiwei, turning around and shouting to Tao Xiaoqing and Little Rich, “You two come here…”

“You do not need to do so.” Grabbing Jin Weiwei, Shen Cuihua turns around, puts her hands on her waist, and shouts loudly, “Are you dead? Come here and work! Quickly!” The moment Shen Cuihua orders her servants, several young men who look like servants appear at the corner of the street. “So many people! You are really well-prepared, my sister!” Jin Weiwei exclaims with astonishment. “How can I come here without others to help us?” Says Chen Cuihua proudly. Shen Cuihua and Jin Weiwei order those servants and Tao Xiaoqing to move the furniture into the room. “No… No… put that here… yes… That’s right.” Orders Shen Cuihua. Also, Jin Weiwei orders, “Don’t locate that near the wall. It’s easy to be stained with dust. They work for a while, and everything has been done. Those servants go back.

Jin Weiwei asks Shen Cuihua to sit down and have a break. Qian sits beside his wife consciously. Jin Weiwei brings a pot of tea and offers Shen Cuihua a cup of tea and then her husband. The bad flavor of the tea of low quality makes Qian almost feel sick with just one sip. Seeing that, Chen Cuihua steps on her husband hard under the table, which forces Qian to vomit the tea, chocked. Turning to Jin Weiwei, Shen Cuihua says with a peaceful expression, “What were you going to say just now, Miss Jin?” Thinking for a little while, Jin Weiwei says, “You know, my sister, I am doing the business of selling the pork, mutton and beef. Thus, killing these animals is necessary. But now I rent my house in the county far away from the shop here…” Thinking that from then on she has to transport the meat from her home to the shop, Jin Weiwei feels worried and she frowns.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Thus,” Jin Weiwei continues, “I want to know where I can find transporter in the county.” Says Jin Weiwei seriously. “That’s a piece of cake!” Says Shen Cuihua, turning to her husband, saying, “Qian, you are responsible for this.” Qian does not want to trouble himself with that. However, he has to help Jin Weiwei because of the friendship between Jin Weiwei and his family. “Miss Jin, you tell me your address. Tomorrow morning, I will ask the porter to transport meat to your home.” Says Qian. “That’s great! Thanks you, Mr. Qian. How much is that service?” Says Jin Weiwei, taking out the abacus from the counter. Taking a glance at Shen Cuihua secretly who has been staring at him, Qian says immediately, “You…you shouldn’t pay for that…because…because it’s on the way to my restaurant…Yes…it’s on the way to my restaurant.” “That’s definitely not…” Thinks Jin Weiwei. Looking at Shen Cuihua, Jin Weiwei knows everything, which makes her feel warm in her heart.

In any case, Jin Weiwei will not let Shen Cuihua help her without any payment. She decides to lower the price of her sausages, which can be used as the transporting fee. After a moment of talking, Shen Cuihua and Qian go home. Then Jin Weiwei, together with Little Rich and Tao Xiaoqing, packs the stuff and goes home. The beautiful color of the sunset paints the county and the scenery here. They walk home. The moment they step into the room, they find Jin Dabao lying on the deck chair like the venerable master of a family. Seeing them coming in, Jin Dabao sits up abruptly and shouts angrily, “Where are you going? Why did you come back so late?!”

Instead of helping them to work in the meat shop, he keeps sleeping all day from morning to evening. At that moment, he even has the courage to blame them. Tao Xiaoqing dares not to speak anything. After all, Jin Dabao is the father of his boss. Little Rich never takes his blame seriously. However, Jin Weiwei will never accept his blame. She rolls her eyes heavenward in disgust and says angrily, “How dare you ask where we go? Do you remember when the meat shop opens for business tomorrow? You do nothing but sleep all day long!” Jin Weiwei knows that the meat shop will open for business tomorrow; therefore, Jin Weiwei must be busy with preparing for business today.”

Realizing that, Jin Dabao feels a little bit guilty and says with a lower pitch, “I…I just want to ask you how about the meat-shop. Also, I haven’t eaten anything the whole day! I am really hungry.” “Do you have hands? Are you handicapped?” Says Jin Weiwei, sneering. She rushes by and hits his chair, from which Jin Dabao almost falls off. The moment when Jin Dabao is about to scold, Jin Weiwei shouts to him coldly, “Since you are hungry, you cook. We have already felt tired through the whole day work. You cook for us quickly!” “What?! You…” Jin Dabao wants to say something with his mouth wide open. However, he swallows the words and rushes to the kitchen where he cooks some simple dishes for them.

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In the cold night, the sky is as beautiful as a ribbon dotted with the stars twinkling like night-luminescent pearls. Since tomorrow is the opening day, before sleeping, Jin Weiwei checks the meat, cleans it and stores it, waiting for the porter to transport it to the meat-shop. She is disturbed by the thought of whether the meat she prepares is enough for tomorrow, which makes her nerves on the edge. Finally, she sits up the whole night. The bright moonlight veils the half of the table. Jin Weiwei cannot help touching the moon light. However, she touches the table so hard that her hand hurts badly. Frowning, she looks down and finds that the blood has already oozed out. “Outch,” she covers her finger. A free afternoon makes her almost forget that her finger was hurt when she mended the sheepfold in the morning.