Chapter 432 - Chapter 432: Chapter 419: Feeling Completely Unwell (1/2)

Chapter 432: Chapter 419: Feeling Completely Unwell

Receiving so much meat and duck eggs, and all this for an old, porcelain bowl, how could it feel so unreal?

Mrs. Zhang shook her head, eventually reaching out to give herself a hard pinch.

Hiss!

It really hurts.

As Mrs. Zhang rubbed the red spot on the back of her hand where she pinched herself, she finally snapped out of it.

This was real, realer than anything.

“Mom,” Miao Ni leaned in, “stop pinching yourself. I’ve pinched myself several times already.”

“But why does it still feel unreal?” Mrs. Zhang said somewhat helplessly, “Just for an old bowl…”

“We can never tell; it might be something valuable?” Miao Ni suggested, “Don’t people say that sometimes, these old items are hidden in unlikely places, some even buried in the earth? Maybe this is a valuable item that doesn’t seem so valuable at first glance.”

“I noticed Fang Hou treasuring the bowl quite a bit, and I guess it can’t be fake,” Miao Erdan chipped in from the side.

“True. After all, Fang Hou has been working with Manager Cheng and has seen quite a lot of valuable items. He has a sharp eye for these things and he surely wouldn’t get it wrong.”

Mrs. Zhang laughed at Miao Ni and Miao Erdan, “Then, let’s stew some meat for lunch, add this tofu and cabbage to it, and have a good old heap of stew.”

“Okay!” Miao Ni and Miao Erdan happily nodded.

We’ve almost paid off our debts this year and after Mrs. Zhang started working in the glass noodle workshop, we’ve been having enough food at home. But we can barely afford any meat, even at New Year’s.

The kids, naturally, were overjoyed at the idea of having meat.

Seeing Miao Ni and Miao Erdan like this, Mrs. Zhang felt happy but also guilty for the difficulties they had to endure, she touched their cheeks and said, “hurry up and wash the cabbage, get the fire going, let’s stew some meat!”

Upon her command, Miao Ni and Miao Erdan rushed off to prepare.

Soon, the small farmhouse was filled with the aroma of stewing meat.

On his way back, Fang Hou wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed deeply with relief.

These days, it was such a hassle to give a gift to someone else’s family.

However, considering Mrs. Zhang’s concerns about him losing money, he figured she definitely would not have accepted the meat and eggs had they simply been a gift. The only way for her to accept them was by using a roundabout approach.

If he hadn’t been clever, he wasn’t sure he could have sent off the meat and salted duck eggs successfully.

Indeed, as the manager said, only he could pull this off, nobody else could be as eloquent or lie so convincingly as to make the Zhang family believe him.

But on the other hand, did this imply that the manager thought he was good at lying with a straight face?

This…

Fang Hou suddenly felt rather unwell.

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