Cheng Su, upon leaving the house that day, saw Chunhua and her husband bundled up with large and small bags, getting ready to step out, Yuer strapped to her back, prompting Cheng Su’s curiosity.
"Where are you off to with all those bags? Moving?" she asked.
"Not at all. We’re thinking of taking Yuer back to her grandmother’s place for a while. Isn’t it time to visit the hometown?" Chunhua replied with a smile, while the grin on Liang Shurong’s face seemed somewhat forced.
Cheng Su was taken aback and said, "Have you thought it through? Can you really bear to do it?"
"I have to bear it, even if I don’t want to. We can’t just live on the small allowance Old Liang gets," Chunhua said with a wry smile.
Cheng Su fell silent and sighed in her heart.
"If you need any help, just let me know," Cheng Su said again.
"Thank you!" Chunhua hurried Liang Shurong out of the door.
Cheng Su was also headed to the fast-food joint, so she walked with them, helping carry some luggage. Before boarding the bus, she even bought a big bag of apples for them nearby; they were good for the ride or to take back home.
Chunhua and her husband couldn’t refuse the gift, so they accepted it gratefully.
Since it was still early, Cheng Su first went to check on the restaurant. Finding nothing particularly pressing, she then returned to the fast-food shop.
Inside the shop, everyone was bustling, preparing to open for business. Xiaohua sat obediently at the cash register, peeling garlic cloves on her knees.
"Oh dear, sweetheart, you shouldn’t be doing this. Be careful not to hurt your fingers. Stop peeling," Cheng Su called out.
Shi Ling laughed and said, "President Cheng, just let her peel. She’s six years old; can’t she peel some garlic? When we were her age, we were already carrying firewood up and down the hills!"
"Aunt Su, I can do it, and it doesn’t hurt my fingers," Xiaohua said with a smile.
"I have money; you don’t need to pay for me!" Third Uncle Cheng hurriedly objected.
"It’s fine, I can certainly treat my uncle to a meal," Cheng Su said as she sat down.
Third Uncle Cheng smiled and took a good look around the shop, nodding to himself in approval. This was his first visit, after all!
Who would have thought that a fast-food shop could be run so successfully? His niece was really impressive.
Cheng Su scrutinized Third Uncle Cheng’s appearance closely, noticing that although he had lost weight, his spirit seemed lively, and it was clear that the renovation work was taking its toll on him.
"What job isn’t hard? It’s nothing. Work is less grueling than digging in the fields, right?" Third Uncle Cheng laughed and said, "And although it’s tough, it’s worth it. The more you work, the more you earn. In the future, I can even consider doing this on my own."
Cheng Su agreed, "That’s the spirit. Learn the skills first, then work for yourself later. I’ve been telling you to come over for meals when you have time, but you never show up. Now you come to the fast-food shop instead. Are you facing any difficulties?"

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