Cheng Suxin felt resistant to these job arrangements, especially after those few encounters at her parents’ house, all thanks to her mother-in-law.
Now she continued to play nice and fritter away her patience, but Cheng Su was not one with a good temper, and now she was on the brink of exploding.
Mother Qi’s face stretched long, and Cheng Su pretended not to see it.
"You say come work in my shop and you just come, once is enough, but to keep trying to push people over here, this isn’t a shelter."
Qi Taiguo saw that Cheng Su’s face looked displeased and turned to ask Deng Weixia, "Weixia, what can you do? What are you good at? When I go back, I’ll see if I can make some arrangements?"
Deng Weixia cleared his throat, glanced at this imposing cousin, then lowered his head again, his voice very small, "I, I don’t know."
In fact, he didn’t want to leave home and go so far away.
But he dared not say it!
Seeing his quail-like timidity, Qi Taiguo frowned, as a man should not be so cowardly.
Cheng Su watched, even more displeased, a man, shrinking back, what did it look like, how could he achieve anything great?
"What do you want to do?" Qi Taiguo asked again.
Deng Weixia raised his head again and shook it.
Qi Taiguo was speechless.
Seeing this, the aunt said, "It doesn’t matter what, as long as he can eat an imperial grain, that’s good enough, just looking for stability, no worries about having nothing to eat in the future."
"I’ll see what I can do when I go back," Qi Taiguo said.


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