Jiang Weimin is resolute.
He has never been a fussy person, and with his present conditions, he does not need to calculate so clearly with Zhao Xingguo.
Even if you give it to Zhao Xingguo, it doesn't matter, but the premise is the value of the money.
A man who wants to wipe out other people's contribution and has a grudge against his own sister is not worthy of his kindness or his wife Xiang Yun's.
The more he cares about money, the less he gets it.
"I don't want to take care of your business, and I can't take care of it! But still that sentence, no one can let Xiangyun be wronged, even if it's me! So Weimin, do whatever you want. Mom, I don't know how much I can help you, but I won't hold you back! It's time for that smelly boy to learn a lesson. After several years as a factory director, he really took himself as a character. He didn't think about how many people and how much effort it took to build this factory. "
Listening to Chen May's words, the expression on Jiang Weimin's face eased a little, "thank you, mom!"
"Like Xiang Yun, you just like being polite!" Chen may said, squatting down.
Wave to the third child, "Jiaojiao, Jinbao, nuanbao, come here. Let's have dinner. Let's have a talk with mom and dad. Grandma will accompany you."
The lean meat porridge cooked in the morning, steamed bread, hot rice noodles.
Before Chen may also scruple about this, scruple about that, now think about not.
She makes two kinds of breakfast, one with meat and one without.
As a parent, you can give your child food as much as you want. As a grandmother, she has no control.
She only cares about her three grandchildren. She can eat chubby food.
A bowl of porridge for each person, a spoon, without the help of adults.
Jinbao is holding a big spoon in his hand and feeding himself with a big mouthful.
It is said that children are like adults, but Chen may thinks that these three children are not like her daughter when she was a child.
When my daughter was a child, she didn't know how much trouble she had?
When I'm three years old, I still chase and beg for food.
But now, this one-year-old child knows that although he does not eat very clean with a spoon, sometimes he does it on his hands, neck and nose.
But they are all trying to eat. They don't need any help from adults.
Look at Jiao Jiao again. She's very polite.
What's the difference!
Chen May's eyes, inadvertently, caught a glimpse of Jiang Weimin.
A white shirt, a pair of black trousers, hair is not long, even eyebrows are not covered, people look gentle.
Probably inherited from my father!
Thinking about this, Chen may smiles. When she focuses on the three children again, Jinbao has already lifted the bowl.
Head up the old high, no way, the bottom of the bowl that porridge, with a spoon has been difficult to ladle.
Chen may just wanted to help, but suddenly he fell back and fell on the ground.
Jinbao, who fell down, didn't react at first. When he realized that the last porridge at the bottom of the bowl was spilled on his clothes, he began to wail.
Chen may quickly reaches out to hold someone to comfort him, but Zhao Xiangyun stops him.
"Ma, don't pull him. Let him get up by himself."
The little guy sat in the same place, crying, crying, and cried in the direction of Zhao Xiangyun, "Mom Wuwuwu... "
While crying, he called Zhao Xiangyun's name, "Wu Wu Wu..."
"Get up by yourself, and I'll let Grandma serve you another bowl, or you'll cry, and I won't care about you!"
Chen may: "how can you coax children like this? He doesn't cry because of what he eats. "
As soon as the words came to an end, Chen may hit her in the face.
Jinbao sobbed and got up, picked up the bowl on the ground and took it to Chen may, "hungry, baby hungry."
Chen may
"Mom, don't underestimate our gourmet's appetite. That porridge is not enough for him to fill his teeth. You can serve him half a bowl again. When he's finished, let him play by himself for a while. There's no need to change his clothes. It'll get dirty anyway."
Zhao Xiangyun knows what to do when his son pouts his ass.
If the food is not attractive, it is not delicious, not enough to eat!
"I'm going."
Chen may returned to the kitchen, washed the bowl that fell on the ground, and filled half a bowl of porridge.
Not at ease, he took out another steamed bread.
Porridge handed to Jinbao, little fat sat on a small bench to eat, do not cry do not make, very honest.
Zhao Xiangyun and Jiang Weimin discussed a general plan about how to talk with Zhao Xingguo later.
Just at this moment, looking at the three little ones eating energetically, they are hungry.
"I'll get the food." Zhao Xiangyun said.
"I'm with you."
Two go to the kitchen, Zhao Xiangyun filled a bowl of rice noodles, and took a steamed bread, see next to pickles, vegetables and shredded meat, also took some."Is it so complicated for mom to make breakfast?"
Three kinds of breakfast are rich.
Jiang Weimin did not say, Zhao Xiangyun has not noticed.
In the capital, they all do the same thing.
When you cook porridge in the morning, you only drink porridge. At most, children are more complicated. You can cook three eggs, but you can solve the problem by boiling a pot of water.
Like now, it's steamed bread, rice noodles and lean meat porridge.
Zhao Xiangyun: "I come here for a few days, it's like this! Zhao Xingguo likes to eat meat. Even for breakfast, he has meat. My second brother likes porridge, steamed bread is pasta, and Liu Han likes it. I'm not picky about food, I don't have a special hobby, you know
Zhao Xiangyun is not picky about food. She will eat anything as long as it is delicious.
Not to mention, Zhao Xiangyun doesn't think so. She thinks Chen may is very good to Zhao Xingguo and his wife.
Liu Han said nothing. She could feel that she didn't want to leave last night because Zhao Xingguo couldn't refuse.
"I should let him see how comfortable he is at home every day! He didn't give his mother a cent of his money. He ate his father's and his mother's, and he talked about his parents' partiality all day
The more he thought about it, the more angry he was.
Zhao Xingguo made a lot of money, but did he give it to Chen may and Zhao Zhiyuan,.
When Chen may was with her, Zhao Xiangyun was responsible for all the food expenses.
I often go shopping by myself, but I'm afraid that it will cost them money.
Chen May's money is not saved little by little. In the past, his uncles and aunts gave him money, but now they don't send it.
Several uncles have their own children, and there are many places to spend money.
Little aunt, not to mention, made a lot of clothes for Jiaojiao.
Zhao Zhiyuan, her father, is still farming and raising pigs. How much can he earn a year?
What do you say? It's not up to your parents. What's the result?
Isn't everything sucking from Mom and dad?
"Well, I see. He's already such a person. It's not because of those things that he got worse!"
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