When Xu Xiao Jiao left, Chen Ji had started to fumblingly carry a basket to sell. He didn't expect that the pot stewed pork he cooked was selling so well.
So he always wanted to express thanks to Xu Xiao Jiao in person and tell her about his account. Although he didn't make a lot of money now, he wanted to give her the share.
It was a pity that Xu Xiao Jiao didn't come.
Chen Ji thought of another idea, "Elder Brother Wei Ping, are you going to call home? When you call next time, can you take me with you? I want to have a few words with Elder Sister-in-law."
Song Wei Ping raised his eyebrows and had an idea in his mind.
"Sure."
Xu Xiao Jiao didn't expect that Chen Ji would find her. Since it was Chen Ji, she had no choice but to answer the call.
"Hello, Xiao Ji?"
Hearing her voice, Chen Ji was very excited, "Elder Sister-in-law, it's me, Chen Ji. You didn't come this time, so I asked Elder Brother Wei Ping to call you. I want to tell you that my pot stewed pork is quite popular."
It turned out to be this matter. His business was good. Xu Xiao Jiao was delighted too. "That's great. Since business is good, you should work hard and try to open a shop as soon as possible. This way, you can be a small boss in the future."
Of course Chen Ji thought the same way. He repeatedly nodded, "Yeah, it’s just that Elder Sister-in-law didn't come. I have recorded the pot stewed pork sales. Also, your dividends. I'll let Elder Brother Wei Ping take it, okay?"
Xu Xiao Jiao laughed, "You really paid me the dividends."
When he first started selling pot stewed pork, Chen Ji didn't have enough money despite the small capital requirement. So Xu Xiao Jiao sponsored him fifty yuan, saying that since he joined their Songji pot stewed pork shop, she, the shop owner, would naturally provide some support. In the future, when he makes a lot of money, he will pay her dividends. Unexpectedly, this kid still remembered it.
Of course Chen Ji remembered it, "Of course, Elder Sister-in-law, don't say you don't want it. The recipe for pot stewed pork is so precious and you gave it to me. I definitely can't get it for nothing. I have already thought it through. Once I set up the shop, it will be your first branch of Song Ji pot stewed pork. When the time comes, I’ll earn more and will give you more dividends."
Since he was so grateful, Xu Xiao Jiao didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm, "Okay, then properly develop. I won't take the money for the time being and continue to invest. Let's accumulate funds first. Once you have the store and the store's business grows and profits are made, I will get dividends. Xiaoji, do your best."
Chen Ji felt greatly encouraged when he heard this, "Yeah!"
After talking a lot, Chen Ji saw Song Wei Ping keep giving him winks and then he remembered Song Wei Ping's instructions, "En, Elder Sister-in-law, that’s all. Elder Brother Wei Ping has something to talk with you, so I'll give the phone to him.”
Song Wei Ping gave Chen Ji an approving look and took the phone to talk to Xu Xiao Jiao.
He signaled to Chen Ji that he could leave and not listen to the adults here. Unexpectedly, a busy tone came from the phone.
Before Chen Ji left, he saw Song Wei Ping put down the phone receiver.
Chen Ji looked at Song Wei Ping's face and asked curiously, "Elder Brother Wei Ping, hehe, have you made Elder Sister-in-law angry?"
Song Wei Ping glanced at him, "Children should stop asking about adults' matters."
Chen Ji was dissatisfied, "I'm no longer little. I'm an adult now. I can see that you must have made Elder Sister-in-law angry."
Seeing that Song Wei Ping was silent, he gave him some advice, "Then you should coax Elder Sister-in-law."
Song Wei Ping glanced at him. He wanted to, but his wife didn't even answer the phone. He couldn't say anything, so how could he coax her?
"You can write letters." Chen Ji's eyes spun and came up with an idea. "Although many places now have telephones, writing letters has become popular here recently. It seems that some celebrity or something started it, saying that writing letters is very romantic. Elder Brother Wei Ping, you can try it too."
Song Wei Ping didn't expect Chen Ji to have any good ideas, but when Chen Ji said this, his eyes slowly lit up.
"Good lad, if I can coax your elder sister-in-law, I'll give you a credit." Song Wei Ping patted his head.
Chen Ji looked at Song Wei Ping who was leaving in a hurry and scratched his cheek, "Sure enough, he made Elder Sister-in-law angry."
On the other side, Wu Chun Hua saw Xu Xiao Jiao hung up the phone again and asked her, "You stinky girl, how did Wei Ping offend you? He called you three or four times but you didn't answer."
Xu Xiao Jiao pouted, "Mom, don't worry. Anyway, I'm going to let him chill to one side for a while."
Wu Chun Hua let out an irked laugh, "Alright, alright, it’s Wei Ping who can tolerate you. If it’s someone else, you’ll be the one left chilling. Later when Wei Ping won’t call again, see how anxious you’ll be." "
Unexpectedly, her words came true. After Chen Ji called, Song Wei Ping didn't call for five consecutive days.
Xu Xiao Jiao counted the days, tossing and turning on the bed, "Song Wei Ping, you bastard, I have ignored you three or four times and you actually stopped calling. Just you wait."
Originally, she thought that Song Wei Ping was sincere enough and if he insisted on calling her twice more, she would start talking to him. Unexpectedly, this guy would stop calling.
The next day, Xu Xiao Gang went to school, Wu Chun Hua was busy at the pot stewed meat shop, and Grandmother Song went out for a walk. Xu Xiao Jiao was sitting on the sofa in the hall, looking at the phone as she wondered if Song Wei Ping would call her today and said nice things to her. She might maybe forgive him then.
While she was idly contemplating, Wu Chun Hua shouted from outside, "Xiao Jiao, the postman is here. He has your letter. Come out and get it."
When Xu Xiao Jiao heard this, she thought it was a letter from Zhou Ping Xiang. The last time she wrote to her, she told her her home phone number. The two of them had already talked on the phone, so why did she still write a letter?
She walked out and asked the postman who was waiting on the bike, "I am Xu Xiao Jiao, my letter?"
The postman nodded, "Your letter and a small package, please sign for it."
Xu Xiao Jiao took a step forward, accepted it, and took a look. She was stunned for a moment.
It turned out to be from Song Wei Ping.
Wu Chun Hua wiped her hands and peeked over from behind Xu Xiao Jiao, "Oh, it's a letter from Wei Ping. I was saying, you not answering Wei Ping's calls must have made him anxious. Look, he wrote to you? Oh, you stinky girl, you know how to torment people."
Xu Xiao Jiao held the thin envelope, looked at Song Wei Ping’s words on it, and bit her lip. This was the first time Song Wei Ping wrote to her.
That sentence suddenly popped into Xu Xiao Jiao's mind.
"In the past, cars and horses were very slow, letters were far away, and there was only enough time to love one person in a lifetime."
How romantic.
"Mom, don’t bother with what we do. I think writing a letter is better than making a phone call."
She hurriedly signed, held the envelope and package, and said to Wu Chun Hua, "Mom, I'm going back to the room." She ran away like the wind.
Wu Chun Hua was laughing from behind, and muttered as she returned to the pot stewed meat shop, "Look, here's the letter, I can't wait to read it, but I don't answer the phone call, you stinky girl, you have a tough mouth."
In the room, Xu Xiao Jiao opened the envelope and took out a postcard and a letter together.
Xu Xiao Jiao looked at the pink and cute postcard and laughed silently, thinking how Song Wei Ping had picked it out of thousands and put it in the envelope solemnly.
She opened the envelope and after reading only a few lines, her mirth bubbled over.
Song Wei Ping was usually so stern and didn’t speak much. Why was it that he could be so affectionate when writing letters?
Something like "My good dear, please stop being angry, okay? I miss you so much".
"Although this city is very lively, I feel lonely without you."
"You are the only sweetness in my heart. I want to hold you to sleep every night."
What kind of old-fashioned lines were these? Hahahaha, his character collapsed.
Xu Xiao Jiao laughed so hard that she stopped laughing after a long time. She reached out and flicked the letter paper, "At least you’re creative."
She read the letter from beginning to end again, hummed a song and read it carefully. She walked around the room, found a small iron box, put it in, and put it in the small drawer for jewelry.
Then she opened the package.
Inside the package was a small box, and inside the box was a bracelet.
A string of crystal clear crystal bracelets.
The smile in Xu Xiao Jiao's eyes became even brighter. She went straight to Wu Chun Hua to show off.
"Mom, look at the bracelet Song Wei Ping gave me. Does it look good?"
The sun had come up and there weren’t many people in the pot stewed meat shop. Wu Chun Hua was tidying up. When she heard Xu Xiao Jiao’s voice, she stretched her head and took a look, “Like I say, there’s no one more considerate than Wei Ping. Not only is he not angry about you not answering the phone, he also writes letters and sends things to you. Wei Ping didn't have that much idle time there, so know when to stop."
Xu Xiao Jiao happily chirped, "When he calls again, I can somewhat say a few words to him."
Wu Chun Hua shook her head. This girl could really act up.
Xu Xiao Jiao felt that she was a bit unpromising for being coaxed by Song Wei Ping so easily. But she really couldn't get angry at all now.
She waited for Song Wei Ping to call to say a few harsh words before forgiving him.
But she didn't expect that Song Wei Ping would be so patient with her. Every other day for ten consecutive days, the postman showed up at her door on time.
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