Life is like a play

".

Mrs. Cheng nagged like this once or twice, and Cheng Jun didn't care too much, after all, this is also true, Zhao Xiaomei is indeed a good girl, she has no relatives with her own family, she has no relatives and no reason, when her grandmother is in danger, she can take the initiative to lend a helping hand to help, her behavior is indeed commendable, if this matter is put on others, it may not be able to hide it. But Mrs. Cheng said the same thing several times a day, Cheng Jun ignored the delay in the business of the car repair shop, went home to take care of the sick grandmother, has been a little troubled, because it is not easy to open a shop, parents died early, without the support of the elders, can only rely on himself, this shop is his own years of careful efforts, including from the accumulation of funds little by little, to the maintenance technology little by little slowly groping and summarizing to gradually meet today's customers. As the saying goes, it is easy to open a store and difficult to keep the store, right now, grandma is sick, he is grandma's only relative, he can't ignore grandma and continue to go to the store, and at this time the only apprentice in the store, can only do some simple work, to the critical moment is not to solve the problem, thinking of this mileage army has too much helplessness in his heart, so after all, it is not a long-term solution, if he takes care of his grandmother at home for a long time, the problem of customers going to the shop is always not solved, not only will lose a lot of customers, but also directly related to the survival of the repair shop。 Cheng Jun worries about this matter all day long, but his grandmother, who is his only relative, is already old, not only can not understand his worries at all, but praises an outsider vigorously.

"What is Xiaomei's phone number, I have to make a phone call to thank people when I am discharged from the hospital. Mrs. Cheng muttered tirelessly again.

Hearing his grandmother say this, Cheng Jun suddenly remembered that Zhao Xiaomei's medical expenses had not been given to others, and it was indeed time to thank others properly, thinking like this, he took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call to Zhao Xiaomei to make an appointment to meet her at a time and place, but he didn't know how to speak, worried that he would inadvertently say the wrong thing like last time, but let the other party misunderstand. Cheng Jun thought about it, paced back and forth in the living room a few times, and finally the phone still didn't go out, he ordered a few dishes online, and planned that when Zhao Xiaomei delivered the dishes tomorrow, his grandmother would naturally pull her and say that she would return the money to her at that time.

The next day, Mrs. Cheng heard that Zhao Xiaomei was coming to deliver food, so she closed the door early in the morning, hoping to see Zhao Xiaomei as soon as possible.

Today's delivery was a middle-aged gay man in his fifties, who carefully counted the dishes to Mrs. Cheng after entering the door, "green vegetables, radish, tofu ......

".

How could Mrs. Cheng have the heart to take care of these dishes, and before anyone finished speaking, she couldn't wait to ask, "Comrade, please ask, why didn't Zhao Xiaomei come to deliver the dishes today?"

"Zhao Xiaomei, she has a cold these days and hasn't come to work. After the food delivery master finished speaking, he went out and went downstairs, obviously in a hurry.