Song Tan's Notes

The two young men, who had built their own houses, got into the car and waited for more than an hour before arriving home.

"Xiao Yang, I didn't know your home was so far from the airport!"

The driver in front couldn't help but think: Which rich family lives close to the airport? Wouldn't it be noisy every day?
But Yang Zhengxin just nodded: "I have to go to school. If the school is far away, I won't be able to sleep in late in the morning. It's tough."

what?
Qiaoqiao turned back to look at him: "But you don't sleep in at my house either!"

Xiao Yang opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He wanted to sleep in at Lao Song's house, and Wu Lan's family never called the children to get up for breakfast like that.

After all, when Song Tan was at work, she rarely got home, and he would let her sleep there.

But now it's different.

The family has a regular schedule, and there is not much entertainment in the village at night, plus they have to do some physical work during the day.

After a while, around eight or nine o'clock when all was quiet, everyone prepared to go to sleep.

Especially during the time Xiao Yang stayed, the temperature had not yet risen significantly, so his daily routine remained very regular.

Back then, everyone would get up around five or six in the morning to prepare for work.

Although it's not noisy upstairs or downstairs, the problem is that Seventh Uncle is also starting to prepare breakfast at this time!
Yang Zhengxin stayed in bed and didn't get up until 7:30, which was already his peak performance.

If it goes any later, his drool will soak his pillow. Is sleeping in a torment or a pleasure?
There are also some dishes that require precise control of cooking time; if they're overcooked, the flavor just isn't quite right...

Damn!

Yang Zhengxin sighed, "If I go now, I can only sleep until 9 a.m.

They don't start serving breakfast until 9 a.m. these days.

As they spoke, the car drove into a lush, upscale residential area, following the wide avenue forward, winding and turning, and finally stopping in front of a villa.

Although it was late at night, the courtyard was brightly lit, and Qiaoqiao could still clearly see the general layout.

This is completely different from the style of his home; the manpower and financial resources required to maintain the lawn, flowers, fountains, and swimming pool are worlds apart.

But Qiaoqiao only looked him up and down for a while before saying seriously:

"Xiao Yang, the three-story building outside your house seems to be taller and bigger than mine!"

"Of course!" Yang Zhengxin didn't mention whether it was luxurious or not, nor did he talk about the construction cost of his own house. He only said:
"After all, there are two basement levels. If the foundation is solid, we can build a bigger structure on top."

He strode up the steps in three steps and enthusiastically extended his hand:

"Qiaoqiao! Welcome to my home!"

……

Yang Zhengxin's home is completely different from Qiaoqiao's home.

He entered the living room and looked up to observe the decorations and furnishings.

The living room has an extremely high ceiling, appearing to be over 7 meters high at first glance, but Qiaoqiao's house in the village is only a little over 3 meters high.

Zhao Fangyuan, the designer at the time, said that for ordinary families, there is no need to build such high ceilings, because it would be very expensive to use air conditioning in the summer and heating in the winter, and the elderly would inevitably feel bad about it.

The space is larger, so the lights we use are also more expensive.

In short, he stared wide-eyed at the uniquely shaped crystal chandelier in the living room.

"Wow!"

"Little sheep, your house looks just like the one on TV!"

Yang Zhengxin didn't think anything of it.

He has grown up in this kind of environment for more than ten years.

At that moment, I just thought, "It's alright, isn't it the same function as yours? Look, the living room is for entertaining friends, and family members can sit together and chat. Upstairs, everyone has their own room..."

If I had to say something, it would be that his furniture was more expensive and he had more rooms.

For example, he has a dedicated game room, a home theater, and an indoor sports field... Qiaoqiao's family doesn't have any of those.

But what does it matter? It doesn't affect my happiness living there at all.

After all, a person can't be in several places at the same time and enjoy the functions of these rooms all at once.

Qiaoqiao didn't feel there was any huge gap between the rich and poor; he simply felt like he was in a new environment and therefore had a strong desire to explore.

He even clicked his tongue in admiration at the gleaming kitchen:
"Your kitchen is huge!"

The housekeeper on duty in the kitchen stood up:

"Zhengxin, is this your friend? Want to grab a late-night snack?"

Wow! A nanny! Qiaoqiao looked on with equally bright eyes: I wonder if nannies are paid well?

Aunt Lianhua said that if she hadn't been reluctant to leave her mother-in-law, she would have followed the men and gone out to work long ago.

She wanted to be a nanny because she heard that being a nanny included room and board and that she could save money.

Qiaoqiao decided to ask when she had time and tell Aunt Lianhua when she got back—although the other party had no intention of leaving now, knowing the salary would prevent her from being cheated when she went out.

As for their family at night...

Seventh Uncle definitely doesn't do any work at night; if anyone in the family wants to make a late-night snack, it's usually Qiaoqiao who does it.

Brother Lu Chuan sometimes does a little bit too...

However, because of his unhealthy lifestyle, he rarely has the opportunity to eat late-night snacks at home, so he doesn't need to work night shifts at all.

Yang Zhengxin accompanied him as he wandered around, and even instructed the housekeeper to cook him another bowl of noodles. She also showed Qiaoqiao the tea set in the living room: "Qiaoqiao, look! My dad especially loves to brew your family's tea on this table for others to enjoy..."

It's called appreciation, but it's really just showing off.

Qiaoqiao looked at the various teapots and cups on the table and wondered, "But our Maojian tea is green tea, it can't withstand being brewed in such a pot."

Hi!

If a middle-aged man wants to show off, he will first pretend to use a teapot and ask people to guess what it is. Only then will he feel heartbroken when the other person scolds him for wasting such a precious item, and then he will happily change to a different container!

In short, these complex adults cannot be explained in just a few words.

Yang Zhengxin had no choice but to say to him, "Come on, I'll take you to your room, it's right next to mine—by the way, do you want to take a picture of the living room?"

Qiaoqiao then remembered: "Yes, yes! Your lights are so big, I want to take a picture! The stair railing and the screen next to it are so pretty, I want to take a picture!"

"And there's the carpet. My dad wants to buy it, but my sister says it's hard to clean and won't let me. How do you clean it?"

I've never really paid attention to Yang Zhengxin.

He turned to ask the housekeeper in the kitchen, who, although not responsible for this, knew a little about it:
"That wool carpet? I usually clean it with a vacuum cleaner and sterilizer, and then replace it monthly and send it out for cleaning—the cleaning fee? I'm not sure, but it's probably a few hundred yuan?"

Qiaoqiao opened her mouth wide, then closed it again.

He looked at the blanket one last time, then said seriously:
"I'll go back and tell my dad that he's so wasteful! The cleaning fee is several hundred yuan each time, which is only enough for a few times a month!"

Now it was Yang Zhengxin's turn to be speechless.

A kid from a family like his, without even needing to ask in detail, knows that Qiaoqiao's family has an enviable amount of cash flow.

His father is in manufacturing, and his mother is in finance, but those are just for show. How much cash would he actually have to produce all at once...?

Well, his family is very wealthy, so this amount of cash must be much more than what the Song family has.

However, the other party's income is absolutely negligible when it comes to covering the cleaning cost of the wool blanket.

It can only be said that Qiaoqiao's family's philosophy of life is still at the level of ordinary people.

But there's nothing wrong with that.

He chuckled, "You really have to tell me! This blanket is such a hassle to take care of; even when I sweep the floor at home, I can't get it clean..."

The two laughed and joked, and finally gave up on the stairs and went into the elevator instead.

Qiaoqiao glanced at the upward arrow in the elevator and shared some gossip with Yang Zhengxin: "Our Leilei used to have such a mean way of speaking."

"The first time he brought his girlfriend to my house, he complained that my house didn't have an elevator, didn't have silk quilts, and didn't have nice wood decorations..."

Yang Zhengxin was somewhat surprised, because this Brother Lei Lei was said to be raising cattle at home now, and had even delivered beef to Old Song's house once.

He's tanned dark and works hard, so he looks thin and wiry. He doesn't seem like someone with such a superficial personality.
And I've never heard of him having a girlfriend?

"What about his girlfriend? Are they planning to get married?"

"No." Qiaoqiao shook her head.
"He showed his girlfriend leeches, and she ignored him. So, Leilei stole a pumpkin and a watermelon from home to go see her, and then..."

"That older sister already has a boyfriend."

Is it so exciting? !
Yang Zhengxin's gossipy nature was immediately aroused; his junior high school friends all knew that you shouldn't give girls soft-bodied or living creatures as gifts.

Is this Leilei a little dim-witted?

"And then what? Didn't the two of them fight?"

"No." Qiao Qiao replied honestly.
"My aunt wouldn't let Leilei take his salary, so my sister used it all to buy fruit. Leilei, being a bit silly, went there, only to find he didn't have enough money for a train ticket back, and he cried in frustration..."

isn't it? !

Yang Zhengxin was amazed by this incredible turn of events, and his opinion of Lei Lei, who was thin, taciturn, and had a somewhat silly smile, changed drastically.

"And then what? Did your family send him money?"

“No,” Qiaoqiao said truthfully, “He was crying so pitifully. His ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend felt bad and drove him back.”

"Brother Lei Lei's beef is still supplied to supermarkets."

Yang Zhengxin: ...

He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

After a while, I couldn't help but sigh:
"So, it turns out that the crazy plots in those short dramas my mom watched weren't all made up..."

It was said to be the room next to Yang Zhengxin's, but in reality, there were only two guest rooms on the entire third floor.

But when Qiaoqiao opened the door, she saw—

Wow! This room is bigger than mine!

He took a few photos with his phone, and after he finished, he showed them to Yang Zhengxin:
"I sent it."

Yang Zhengxin raised his chin smugly:
"Go ahead and post it! Which post is it? I want to join in the fun."

As Qiao Qiao uploaded the pictures one by one, he also got to the location—

My best friend invited me to stay at his house for summer vacation. What gift should I bring?

Looking at the highly-rated comments below about milk, fruit, cigarettes, alcohol, and tea, Yang Zhengxin's heart skipped a beat:

"Qiaoqiao, you didn't really send cigarettes, alcohol, tea, milk, and fruit, did you?"

He doesn't touch cigarettes, alcohol, or tea!

None of these out-of-touch internet comedians have mentioned pickled vegetables, braised beef, braised chicken legs, or salted duck eggs?! (End of Chapter)