Reborn in the 80s and Remarrying an Officer, Let the Ungrateful Cry! novel Chapter 329

Chapter 329: Chapter 329: Wife, You Need to Learn to Refuse

Qin Wenshu immediately grew excited. "A machinery factory? I can get in touch with one. A friend of mine works at a machinery factory—"

He hadn’t even finished his sentence when a displeased voice cut him off.

"Get in touch about what? You’ve got a lot of free time on your hands, but do you think my wife is as idle as you are?"

Qin Wenhao walked in from outside.

His face was dark.

Qin Wenshu was a little frightened by the look in his eyes.

He gave a sheepish laugh. "—Brother Wenhuo, I was just hoping your wife could help me with the modifications when she has some free time. I wasn’t asking her to do it right now."

’Of course, he desperately wanted her to do it for him right now, but that just wasn’t possible, was it?’

Qin Wenhao shot him a sharp glare. "My wife has no free time. It’s not like you’re broke. Can’t you just go buy one yourself?"

"Actually, there aren’t any for sale."

He’d been to quite a few shops but hadn’t seen anything like it.

And if he did find one, it would probably be incredibly expensive. If the family wouldn’t foot the bill, how could he ever afford it?

On his salary of just over forty a month?

Get real!

"Then you should just drop the idea. My wife is busy. Okay, she needs to eat breakfast, and she has to get to school soon, so you need to leave. Don’t waste my wife’s time. Hurry up and go."

Qin Wenhao shooed him away, his face etched with impatience.

Qin Wenshu: ’...?’

’Seriously, bro? Have you got no brotherly affection left at all?’

’I’m your little brother, for crying out loud! I even went all the way to the train station to pick you up yesterday!’

"Still not leaving?" Qin Wenhao shot him a glare.

Qin Wenshu immediately hoisted the bicycle onto his shoulder, turned, and bolted.

’He got the picture—Brother Wenhuo didn’t seem to be in a good mood at all!’

’Who pissed him off?’

Qin Wenhao shut the front door right behind him.

"Time for breakfast. I bought some fried dough sticks and wontons; they’re really good."

"Okay." Fu Mingxue actually quite liked the breakfast stalls around here.

Especially the fried dough sticks. The taste was perfect—incredibly crispy.

Her mom could make fried dough sticks too, but in comparison, the texture of hers was always a little lacking.

Qin Wenhao laid out the breakfast he had bought.

He had also bought a few meat buns and two hard-boiled eggs.

Fu Mingxue sat down and saw the lavish breakfast spread.

"Why did you buy so much?"

"We can eat it all. And even if we can’t, we have a refrigerator now."

Qin Wenhao’s words reminded Fu Mingxue that they had, in fact, bought a refrigerator just yesterday.

"I’ll take you to school in a little while, okay?"