Chapter 131

Under the dim yellow light, Xiaohua's right face looked very ferocious. Jiang cicada carefully, Xiaohua suddenly said, "milk, I don't hurt."

Jiang Chan's eyes turned red. She touched Xiaohua's complete left face: "it doesn't matter. Milk will make money and cure Xiaohua's face."

"Milk, I believe you."

"Xiaohua is recovering well. You should remember not to eat spicy and greasy, otherwise the color of this piece will be different in the future." Jiang Chan told her carefully, worried that such a small child could not restrain his appetite.

"I remember, milk, can I eat when I'm ready?" Xiaohua nodded her head and longed on her face. Jiang Chan didn't let her eat, so she didn't touch a mouthful. She was so greedy that she looked at it and then bowed her head to eat her own meal.

"Of course, when the flowers are ready, the milk will cook delicious food for you every day." such a sensible child, Jiang Chan, is still very rare. Naturally, she is willing to take care of her more.

In the evening, the grandparents and grandchildren sat under the lamp. Jiang Chan held Xiaohua and taught her to read. Xiaohua was very smart. She knew all the words taught yesterday, but she couldn't write.

"Milk will buy you paper and pen tomorrow, and milk will teach you to write."

"Well, Xiaohua will study hard." Xiaohua nodded, and the ferocious scar on her face looked soft under the light.

Jiang Chan really bought a pen and paper the next day and began to enlighten Xiaohua. She is familiar with this. After all, they are all people who have been elders. It's easier to enlighten a child.

At ordinary times, there are not many things in the canteen. Jiang Chan does nothing after doing his assigned dishes. At this time, she remembered how to use money to make money. After all, being idle is also idle.

At present, she is in urgent need of money. Not to mention Xiaohua's face, it is more difficult for Xiaohua to study in the back. Relying on her salary of 18 yuan a month alone is a drop in the bucket.

This era is very much like the late 1980s known to Jiang Chan. Of course, she has not experienced it personally. Everyone is not well off, and there are also businessmen, but not many.

The only convenient thing is that people no longer need all kinds of tickets to buy things. If they want all kinds of tickets, Jiang Chan will be suffocated.

Jiang Chan looked on coldly and put his focus on doing business.

That afternoon, the staff dormitory area of the hospital had been wafting a sweet smell. This sweet smell is called a sweet smell. The greedy children around are swallowing their saliva.

Of course, it was made by Jiang Chan. If you want to do business, you have to test the water first? Before, she was still struggling with whether to make steamed stuffed buns or snacks. After considering it again and again, Jiang Chan decided to make snacks.

The initial investment cost of the steamed stuffed bun shop is relatively large, and the amount of this thing goes. According to Jiang Chan's current situation, she has neither money nor people. Where can she open a steamed stuffed bun shop?

It's better to make snacks. People don't eat snacks as meals. They just buy them every three or five times. In this way, Jiang Chan also has spare power to do other things.

If it can't be sold, Jiang Chan will be regarded as a tooth sacrifice for her little granddaughter Xiaohua.

That night, Jiang Chan and Xiaohua were completely famous in the hospital staff dormitory area.

"Mom, I want to eat the peach crisp made by grandma Xiaohua."

"Dad, this is the peach crisp I specially left for you. Grandma Xiaohua made it. Is it delicious?"

"Grandma, grandma Xiaohua's peach crisp is delicious. Let's buy it, buy it!"

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Such words happen in every family. Now it is the era of family planning. Every family is just one. Who doesn't look at it like an eye?

Not to mention these workers, they are almost well-off. Of course, they have to meet their children's needs.

Unable to resist the children's request, they all went out to Jiang Chan's dormitory. On the way, when you meet someone who holds the same child and look at each other, you know that both sides are for the same thing.

Jiang Chan's dormitory is very lively tonight. She made about ten kilograms of peach cakes. As a result, they were all divided by the doctors and nurses before seven o'clock.

Xiaohua is holding the money box while laughing. The little girl knows the money now. Seeing so much money is like a little mouse in the oil tank.

The price of Jiang Chan's peach crisp is not high, 70 cents a kilo, which is the same price as the current pork. At first, the parents felt that the price of the snack was high, but when they looked at the children's expectant eyes, they gritted their teeth and bought it.

In the evening, Jiang cicada pulls Xiaohua to settle the account. Xiaohua pours the money box on the table, such as gang Kaier's wool ticket. Jiang cicada doesn't do it, so she looks at Xiaohua to settle the account by herself to see if she can count it clearly.

"Six yuan and eight cents, milk, is it six yuan and eight cents?" Xiaohua blinked. She had never seen so much money. Her big eyes were a little covered.

Jiang Chan nodded: "the number of flowers is good. We'll do more tomorrow."

There are also peach cakes on the market today, but they are in supply and marketing cooperatives and are far from the hospital. Who makes Jiang Chan's price lower than him, and still lives in this staff dormitory?

"Milk is an account for Xiaohua. We spent two yuan on flour and one yuan on oil and sugar today. The oven is borrowed from Dr. Liu, and the milk is rented for 50 cents. How much do you calculate we made today?"

Xiaohua knows that Jiang Chan is testing her. She pulls her little finger and calculates: "there are three yuan and three?"

"Yes, Xiaohua is very smart." Jiang Chan rubbed the two chirps on Xiaohua's head. She was really used to watching the little girls' bun before. Jiang Chan made two chirps for Xiaohua.

The little girl likes it. She won't let anyone touch it.

"It's three yuan a day. How much does it cost a month?" Xiaohua picked up her fingers and then her feet. She found that she really can't calculate it. In the eyes of children, this is an astronomical figure.

"Milk, I'll help you do it tomorrow." the little girl nodded her head, very serious.

"If I make more and earn more money, I won't have to work so hard."

Jiang Chan pinched Xiaohua's thin arm: "as long as Xiaohua is good, the milk is not hard at all."

Jiang Chan's peach crisp is completely famous. As long as it's tasted, it's OK. Jiang Chan and Xiaohua are tired and happy. It's good to count money every night.

The children in the dormitory area are really happy. Grandma Xiaohua's hands seem to have magic. In addition to peach cakes, sometimes she can eat other snacks made by grandma Xiaohua.

Like soft cakes, crispy hemp, sweet ShaQima and so on, the children seem to be soaking in a honey jar.