"They didn't make things difficult for me. I reasoned with them and gave them some money to leave. They won't come looking for trouble in the future." Zhuo Bufan revealed a relieved smile.
"Reasoned with them? Really? "Zhou Biyu didn't believe it. She vaguely heard a scream outside.
Zhuo Bufan knew that his mother had been an honest person all her life and never fought with others. If she knew that he killed someone, she would probably feel uneasy. Just as he was thinking of a way to deal with it, Ye Ziqin pulled Zhou Biyu's arm and smiled sweetly. "Mom, Bufan isn't a child anymore. Men have their own way of solving problems. Since he said it's fine, then you don't have to worry."
"Alright then. It seems that Ye Zi is quite satisfied with our Xiao Fan. Good, good, good." Zhou Biyu instantly smiled happily. She completely forgot about what had just happened.
Zhuo Bufan was extremely depressed. Why wasn't his words as effective as Ye Ziqin's? No matter what, he had to solve this problem once and for all. After eating, he would go and kill Brother Jing to intimidate them.
Just as he was about to sit down, an old woman came in from outside. She smiled and said, "Little Zhou, your son and daughter-in-law are back. Your daughter-in-law is really beautiful. Tsk tsk, she really is a girl who grew up in the city."
Zhuo Bufan still remembered the old woman. Aunt Wang, who lived next door, was very warm-hearted. In the past, she would often bring some vegetables that couldn't be sold to her family. Zhuo Bufan politely greeted her, "Aunt Wang."
Aunt Wang nodded and looked at Zhou Biyu. "I won't disturb you anymore. Little Zhou, this is your salary for helping me pick vegetables last time. Take it."
"Aunt Wang, I was just helping out for no reason. How can I take your money?" Zhou Biyu quickly blocked Aunt Wang.
"Gee, it's not just you. I've already made a deal. It's 100 RMB a day. This 700 RMB is yours. Even if you don't use it, you still have to buy something for your son." Granny Wang directly stuffed the money into Zhou Biyu's hands and then replied with a smile.
Zhuo Bufan felt a little sad. Just now, she saw some insoles at home. His mother and he could not wear them at all. They must have been sold at the market for money. His mother had suffered all her life. She did not expect that she would agree to Zhuo Luo's request to return to the Zhuo family and even become the Ye family's son-in-law. His mother's life was not good.
At the thought of this, Zhuo Bufan almost crushed the chopsticks in his hand. Ye Ziqin saw him and quickly pulled on his shirt. Only then did Zhuo Bufan come back to his senses.
"Mom, don't work for other people in the future. I'll give you some money later." Zhuo Bufan saw his mother coming back and said.
Zhou Biyu frowned and said, "You are still studying. How can you earn money? Your mother has nothing to do. Anyway, it's good for a neighbor to help out. Hurry up and eat. Ye Zi, come and eat sweet and sour pork ribs."
Zhuo Bufan understood the meaning of these words. His mother probably thought that he was living off Ye Ziqin. How could she accept his money? It seemed like he had to think of a way to make his mother accept the money.
The table was filled with a large variety of dishes. Although they were all home-cooked dishes, Zhuo Bufan felt especially close to them. His favorite was red braised pork. When he was young, his family was poor. They could only eat meat once a month. His mother would always make his favorite red braised pork. Every time, Zhuo Bufan would eat until his stomach was full.
"Slow down, child. Just stay at home and play for the next few days. If you want to eat, I'll cook for you every meal." Zhou Biyu looked at her son eating heartily, and a trace of doting and gratification appeared on her face.
Just as he ate a few mouthfuls, he heard a light and sweet voice coming from outside the courtyard. "Brother Xiao Fan, Aunt … Brother Xiao Fan, are you back?"
A girl about 16 or 17 years old came into the courtyard. Her hair was dyed flaxen and tied up in a bun. She wore a pink bat shirt with wide sleeves. She wore a pair of jeans with a few holes and a pair of white sneakers. Her small face was like a pear flower that had been baptized by rain. It was snow white and clear. Her eyes were big and bright.
"Oh, Shan Shan is here. Your Brother Fan is here." Zhou Biyu stood up and greeted.
When Zhuo Bufan saw the girl, he was stunned for a moment. Then, he recognized that the girl was her aunt's daughter, Zhuo Shanshan. She was close to Zhuo Bufan. When she was young, she used to follow behind Zhuo Bufan. When she grew up, Zhuo Bufan and her mother went to Jinling. They didn't have much time to see each other. It was only two years ago that Zhuo Bufan and her mother came back that he played with Zhuo Shanshan a few times.
But now, the little girl had become a slender and elegant young lady. Zhuo Bufan's aunt had never married in her life. It was said that she had been let down by a man in the past, so she never married. She adopted Zhuo Shanshan.
"Brother Xiao Fan, why are you staring at me? Don't you recognize me?" Zhuo Shanshan pouted and said unhappily.
She and Zhuo Bufan hadn't seen each other for three hundred years. It was just that this girl didn't know.
"Of course I don't know you. You used to follow me when you were young. You even had snot on your neck …"
Before Zhuo Bufan could finish, Zhuo Shanshan stomped her feet and said, "Hey, don't talk about it. Auntie, look at Brother Xiao Fan. I'm all grown up now. Why are you still talking about me when I was young?"
"Xiao Fan, as a brother, how can you bully your little sister? Shan Shan, sit down. I'll get you a bowl and chopsticks." Zhou Biyu said with a smile.
Zhuo Shanshan sat down beside Zhuo Bufan. She looked at Ye Ziqin with her big, purple eyes and said, "Brother Xiao Fan, is she … your wife?"
"Call me Sister Ye Zi." Zhuo Bufan said when she saw Ye Ziqin's face turn red.
"Sister Ye Zi, my name is Zhuo Shanshan. You can call me Shan Shan." Zhuo Shanshan smiled politely. Her lips curled into a crescent moon.
Ye Ziqin nodded lightly, but the expression in her eyes was somewhat complicated. As a woman, her sixth sense always felt that Zhuo Shanshan was looking at her with a trace of hostility.
After Zhuo Shanshan finished, she looked at Zhuo Bufan and said, "Brother Xiao Fan, you haven't come back for three months. Yang Jian and the others are at home. They said they want to play together. Do you want to go to the farmhouse with us tonight?"
"Yang Jian, why are you hanging out with him?" Zhuo Bufan asked with a frown.
Yang Jian, Zhuo Shanshan, and him grew up in the same courtyard house. When they were young, Yang Jian always bullied Zhuo Shanshan. He even wrote Zhuo Shanshan a love letter when they were in junior high school. He even brought his gang to stop Zhuo Shanshan on the way home. Zhuo Bufan even beat him up until his nose bled. Zhuo Bufan hadn't seen them since they grew up.
"It's nothing. We've all grown up! We've all forgotten about our childhood. They haven't seen you for a long time, so they want to see you. "Zhuo Shanshan dodged her gaze. She lowered her head and picked up some food with her chopsticks.
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