The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Zhou Zhenghua shook hands with Jiang Baohai reluctantly, unable to manage a smile.

He looked down at his wife with concern: "Are you alright? Did you get hurt?"

Ouyang Yan touched her stomach, felt it for a moment, and shook her head, "It's nothing."

Gao Qinghe said, "We didn't bump into you."

I just ran into Zhou Zhenghua. His car was parked on the side of the road, and he was walking inside, while Ouyang Yan was outside, near the main road.

Ouyang Yan looked up and saw that she had changed into everything Gao Qinghe had bought. She was happy and pleased.

New things are meant to be worn and used to show their value, right?

However, to outsiders, it appears quite ostentatious.

Ouyang Yan originally planned to stay through the winter break and then take the break with the school.

Perhaps after this winter break, she will recover and won't need to take a long leave when classes resume in the spring.

Unfortunately, her body was not cooperating, and she was too unwell to attend classes. With her husband and family urging her to stay home, she asked the school for leave in advance.

The school was a little unhappy, but out of consideration for her parents, they agreed to let her take the leave of absence early.

However, the salary cannot be calculated according to the treatment of someone taking normal maternity leave.

Currently, Ouyang Yan only receives a basic welfare benefit of twenty yuan per month.

She used to earn ninety yuan a month, which she spent almost all of and didn't save much.

Now that I've lost seventy yuan, I immediately feel strapped for cash.

With the Lunar New Year approaching, shouldn't we at least get some decent clothes?
Zhou Zhenghua happened to have a day off today, and Ouyang Yan happily prepared to take her husband to buy a set.

I spent the whole afternoon shopping but still couldn't find anything I liked.

Either the style is attractive but the price is high, or the price is cheap but the style isn't attractive enough.

With a budget of one hundred yuan, which is half a month's salary for Zhou Zhenghua, he still couldn't find a suitable outfit.

Ouyang Yan didn't think much of it at first; she figured she could just bring her friends and come back tomorrow.

But then, she saw Gao Qinghe's entire set of gold jewelry, from head to toe, and from her ears to her neck to her wrists.

It would be a lie to say I'm not envious or upset.

It is said that love can make even water taste sweet, but Zhou Zhenghua's love doesn't seem to be strong enough to make her feel full.

Therefore, they wanted some material compensation.

While browsing the clothing store, Ouyang Yan was thinking that she wished she still had a salary of ninety yuan.

That way, you won't have to worry about spending an extra few dozen yuan, or about not having enough money next month.

Of course, she also knew that Zhou Zhenghua's salary alone was enough for household expenses.

If it's just about eating and living, you can still save a little.

But if I buy just one more piece of clothing, I won't have enough money!

Ouyang Yan used to be able to accept summer clothes that cost 100 yuan. At worst, she could get an advance on her salary and then eat at the cafeteria or go home to eat with her parents.

Now, even seeing a winter coat that costs fifty yuan makes her heart tremble.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll be back to work after giving birth." Ouyang Yan encouraged herself, knowing that the difficulties were only temporary.

Although Ouyang Yan said it was nothing, Jiang Baohai still took out two hundred yuan and handed it to Zhou Zhenghua.

"I'm really sorry, but I need to take it for a checkup and buy some supplements."

Gao Qinghe glanced at her husband and said, "Why are you giving me money when there's nothing wrong?"

But knowing that he just didn't want any further complications or unclear explanations, he didn't say anything.

Ouyang Yan was a little surprised to see the money.

However, seeing only worry and apology in Gao Qinghe and her husband's eyes, and sensing their good intentions, she waved her hand, about to say it was alright and there was no need.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Zhenghua's expression suddenly darkened, and he gave Jiang Baohai a cold glare.
"Don't think everyone wants your stinking money!"

Having said that, she glanced at Gao Qinghe, frowned, and looked at her with utter incomprehension, as if asking, "How could you possibly like someone like that?" She then dragged Ouyang Yan away. Gao Qinghe: ???

"I'll fuck your grandpa!"

Before he could finish uttering the swear words, Jiang Baohai quickly covered his mouth.

The man waved two hundred yuan in his hand, pointed to the lamb skewer stall across the street, and coaxed:

"He doesn't want us to spend it ourselves; it's not worth getting angry over such a self-righteous pauper."

Gao Qinghe removed her hand from her mouth and snorted, "I want to buy a hundred skewers!"

Jiang Baohai chuckled and said, "Buy it!"

The two arrived at the stall and ordered a hundred skewers, which stunned the owner and his family of four.

However, seeing that the two people actually had hundred-yuan bills in their hands, they immediately fanned the charcoal fire to its strongest flame and quickly started grilling.

The lamb skewers, which cost one yuan each, were thicker than Gao Qinghe's thumb when she held them in her hand.

Like chewing on someone's flesh, he ate three skewers and then burped.

Jiang Baohai ate five skewers, but couldn't eat anymore.

The couple exchanged a desperate look. "You stupid idiot, hurry up and think of something!"
Dongdong asked timidly: [What do lamb skewers taste like?]

Gao Qinghe's eyes flickered, and she had an idea in mind.

If we bring it back to the village and share it with all the children, they'll be ecstatic!
Dongdong: [Host, please pay attention to me!]

Gao Qinghe thanked the system for the inspiration brought by the childlike voice, and replied to it in her heart with a good mood:

"It's very chewy, fragrant and spicy. Every bite is full of spices and meat. In a word, it's awesome!"

Dongdong seemed to understand but not quite: [What does it feel like to be fragrant and spicy?]

Gao Qinghe: "It's just a slight stinging or numbness on the tongue."

Dongdong wanted to ask more, but Gao Qinghe said impatiently, "Don't ask, you won't get any anyway."

Dongdong: A thousand arrows pierce my heart!
If it has a heart organ
Ninety lamb skewers were wrapped in three thick layers of newspaper, like a bouquet of flowers.

Gao Qinghe was held in her arms, and the car was filled with the smell of roasted lamb skewers.

The couple drove to the village entrance, and the aroma wafting from the car window instantly attracted a group of children who were having a snowball fight.

Jiang Qi saw the familiar red car and rushed forward, asking curiously:
"Fourth Uncle, Fourth Aunt, what did you buy? It smells so good!"

Gao Qinghe opened the car door and got out, and Jiang Qi exclaimed "Wow!"

Did he read that correctly?
A huge bunch of fragrant lamb skewers!
Gao Qinghe flicked her wind-blown bangs and looked at Jiang Qi triumphantly, saying:
"Freshly roasted lamb skewers! Today I'm treating all the kids in the village to lamb skewers!"

"Really?" Jiang Qi asked incredulously, "Are they all for us?"

Gao Qinghe nodded, handed a large bunch of lamb skewers to Jiang Qi, and instructed him:

"Each child in the village gets one; you're in charge of distributing them, and the rest are yours."

Jiang Qi was so happy he almost fainted. He nodded vigorously and shouted:
"Don't worry, Auntie, I'll definitely get the mission done!"

After yelling, he turned around and beckoned the group of kids behind him to go hand out lamb skewers.

There were so many lamb skewers that he couldn't carry them all by himself; the three children had to carry them separately.

The children cheered and ran around the village.

Soon, all the children in the village knew that Jiang's beautiful aunt was treating them to lamb skewers today.

Every now and then, several children would run up to Jiang Baohai's house and shout, "Thank you, Auntie, for the lamb skewers!"

The child's voice continued from dusk until the streetlights went out at night.

Jiang's mother was stunned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Thanks to the lamb skewers, Jiang Qi stole the show today, instantly becoming the king of the kids in Zhao Village.

It's not even Chinese New Year yet, but Jiang Qi feels happier today than during the holiday! (End of Chapter)