Chapter 258 (2/2)

”The 15-year-old is regarded as the 20-year-old. I sympathize with you, elder brother. I'm too worried.” Three baby road.

”You don't have to talk about me. I think you will be similar to me then.” Eve road.

Their three brothers, only the second one looks like their mother, and both of them look like their father.

But it's not bad to be like dad.

Now I'm in a hurry, but look at their father's age. It's just the same as a few years ago.

So she doesn't feel inferior at all.

Three children don't believe that they will be so worried.

The family came back to the restaurant for lunch, finished eating, and then came to see the film.

After coming out of the cinema, I went to the next restaurant, and then I went back home.

Lin Qinghe made Zhou Qingbai's car. As for the two and three children, let their eldest brother take them home.

”It's so big in a flash. When we went to the city, these were the three little Luobu heads.” Lin Qinghe looked at the three brothers riding a bicycle in front of him, which was not serious. He recalled the past.

Before, when she brought two children and three children's brothers to the city to sell pork, they sat on the edge of their bikes and ate popsicles, and then waited for her to come back.

Two little Luobu heads, now in a flash, they are so big and so tall.

It has to be said that the hard work of raising children, but watching the children grow up day by day, the sense of achievement in my heart is not general.

”What do you say to Xiaomei in the room?” said Zhou Qingbai

”How do you ask that?” Lin Qinghe was surprised. He never asked these questions.

”Niang asked me to tell Xiaomei that she would not be allowed to kill the child. If she had one, she would give birth.” Zhou Qingbai explained.

He told Stalin, but not his sister.

”Don't worry. Xiaomei herself means that.” Lin Qinghe nodded: ”she was worried that the child was going to be born, so her unit must be keeping a place for her, so she took me and said something for a long time.”

”What's the idea for her?” Asked Zhou Qingbai.

”If my sister-in-law can't work there, I'm going to let her husband and wife take their children to Beijing to sell steamed buns.” Said Lin Qinghe.

”Selling steamed buns? Can you make money? ” Zhou Qingbai can't help himself.

”Look at these small businesses, isn't it? How much money can a bun make now?” Lin Qinghe asked him.

Zhou Qingbai has a clear idea: ”seven or eight cents are there.”

”Seven or eight cents is there, but if he makes a little less money first, runs a popular business, gives more materials, makes a bigger head, and makes five cents if he doesn't have a lot of money, do you think fifty steamed buns a day can be sold?” Asked Lin Qinghe.

”Dalin's steamed buns are well made and can be sold.” Zhou Qingbai also ate the steamed buns made by Stalin and nodded.

”So basically, I don't have to worry about it, but let's wait until we can't go on here. I think Xiaomei yearns very much for Beijing. Even if I'm not there, she will go there sooner or later.” Lin Qinghe said with a smile.

Zhou Xiaomei, the little aunt, is determined to follow her step.

”And we?” Zhou Qingbai hesitated.

He thought a lot, but up to now, he didn't know what he could do if he went to Beijing?

”It's not easy. We'll open a stationery shop first. When the time is up, we'll go to the south to buy more.” Lin Qinghe had already prepared for a rainy day, he said.