Fake daughters are wealthy

Aunt Chen is Niannian's favorite name. These people are dressed in expensive suits and leather shoes. When they come here, they ask her if she is Aunt Chen. It's obviously for Niannian.

Although she hasn't seen much of the world, she knows not to cause trouble for Nian Nian.

But before Aunt Chen had time to close the door, Zhou's father tore off his hypocritical face in a hurry, and inserted a hand across the door: "Wait! I have something to ask for you."

In this way, if Aunt Chen wanted to close the door, she would have to crush his hand, which was obviously not something someone with Aunt Chen's personality could do.

She frowned, looked at Zhou's unrelenting father, and could only say in a good temper, "I'm just an ordinary peddler who sells hot and sour noodles, so I can't help you much."

"I can help." Zhou's father found this place with great difficulty, but he was not willing to let her run away, and turned around to wink at the people behind.

Mother Zhou immediately stepped forward, wiped away her tears and said to Aunt Chen, "Auntie, we have no choice but to bother you. Just help us!"

Seeing this, Aunt Chen thought that these people would not leave easily if they did not achieve their goals, so she simply stepped aside and let them come in and said, "Come in."

This is an old-fashioned community with no elevators.

The only staircase is occasionally passed by people.

A neighbor passing by saw this scene just now, and teased Aunt Chen: "A neighbor from the city again? I'm so envious."

After Aunt Chen let them in, she went to get a cup to make tea, and followed Zhou's father and mother who were a bit cramped, and said, "The house is small, you can find a place to sit."

She said it was really small.

In the eyes of Zhou's father and others, the two-bedroom, one-living room is similar to his own servant's room. On the living room table are neatly placed half-strung Mala Tang sticks.

There is no place to sit in the small living room.

Aunt Chen came out of the kitchen to make tea and found that they were still standing there, so she pointed to the small bench by the wall and said, "That one can sit on."

Father Zhou looked at the wooden bench that was only ankle high, with a flash of disgust in his eyes, but because of his feelings, he reluctantly took a bench and sat down.

Zhou's mother was even more unwilling to sit on the small bench, and after hesitating for a moment, Zhou's father urged her: "Sit quickly."

Mother Zhou frowned and sat down reluctantly.

She even sat on a corner, as if she was afraid that she would stain her clothes if she touched it too much, the arrogance that could not be concealed from the corners of her eyes and brows.

Aunt Chen took everything in her eyes, pretended not to see it, and put the tea in front of them: "There is only this kind of tea at home, you can drink it as soon as possible."

Father Zhou continued politely: "Thank you."

Zhou's mother couldn't accept drinking the tea here anyway, so she put the cup aside when she received it, as if there was a virus in it, and she wouldn't touch it even if she was beaten to death.

Father Zhou ignored her.

When Aunt Chen sat down and began to continue her work and choose dishes, he couldn't wait to say: "Ahem, Auntie, I'm really sorry to bother you this time, we brought you some gifts. They are some nutritional products, It’s not expensive, but it’s in your heart, so please accept it.”

Aunt Chen paused when she was choosing dishes, and instead of looking at the gifts they piled up at home, she looked at him directly, sighed and said, "Just tell me if you have anything to do."

"Auntie is a cheerful person."

Father Zhou didn't go around in circles, and said in a deep voice: "My son is naughty and has offended Ms. Qiao. He will be sentenced here. I have approached Ms. Qiao several times but have not seen her. I heard that you have a good relationship with her. I don't know if it is true. May I ask you to help me with a confession."