The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 56 Warrior Shoes

Gao Qingmiao threw the things she bought at the door and then rode her bike into the village with a group of children to show them off.

After dealing with the villagers' envy and curiosity, Gao Qinghe was about to pick up her things and go inside.

"Wow! You bought a bicycle and all this stuff too. Zhenghua said you two siblings have been going to the city to set up a street stall every day lately. Looks like you're making a lot of money!"

Zhou Zhenghua's second sister-in-law, Chunfang, was leaning against the door frame of her own front door, her belly protruding.

My sharp eyes swept over the pile of sneakers by the Gao family's door, and I felt a mix of surprise, envy, and a little sourness.

"Whether I earn a lot or a little is none of your business!"

Gao Qingya strode out the door and made a face at Chunfang.

Chunfang was about to yell "Hey!" when Gao Qinghe's delighted voice drowned her out.

"Little sister, when did you get back?"

Gao Qingya skillfully picked up the things placed by the door, and looked at her sister with a mixture of anger and grievance.

"The school has a long weekend, this week is a long weekend, two days off. I came back this morning, just like I told you when I went home last time!"

Gao Qinghe has truly forgotten.

She pinched her little sister's puffed-up cheeks and said, "I promise I'll remember this time. Come on, let's go home and see what nice things your sister bought for you."

Gao Qingya didn't move, but when she saw Gao Qingmiao riding up on her bicycle, her mouth opened into an "O" shape.

"Sis, you and brother bought bicycles? Our own?"

Gao Qinghe chuckled and nodded, while Gao Qingya still asked in disbelief:
"When did our family have the money to buy a bicycle?"

Gao Qingmiao pushed the car through the door and half-closed the gate to keep the villagers' curious and gossipy eyes away.

The support frame was lowered, and the bicycle was parked.

Seeing the little girl's mouth wide open, I couldn't help but reach out and close it for her.

"What's a bicycle? When I make a lot of money in the future, we'll buy a car!"

Gao Qingya retorted instinctively, "You're just bragging."

But the black and silver bicycle in front of her was truly there.

"Sis, I can't ride a bike." Gao Qingya touched the shiny silver handlebars with a hint of anxiety.

Gao Qinghe said with a smile, "I'll have Miaomiao teach you later. You're so smart, you can learn it in ten minutes."

As he spoke, he asked Gao Qingmiao to go and call her parents and grandmother home.

You buy new shoes, how can you not try them on yourself?

Warrior sneakers have thicker soles, better rebound, and a softer feel than the current Liberation Shoes.

Gao Qinghe bought a white one for her father.

My mother and grandmother wear dark blue because I know they would never wear light colors normally.

"Dad, Mom, Grandma, I'll buy you leather shoes next time; they're more durable."

As Gao Qinghe helped her grandmother loosen her shoelaces, she smiled and said to her family.

Gao Qingya held the new red fountain pen in her hand, clearly admiring it; it was obviously chosen by her eldest sister.

As for sneakers, my parents bought them for all of them, but never for themselves.

Gao Qingya looked at the new shoes on her parents' feet and exclaimed, "My eldest sister has such good taste!"

"This is the first time I've ever had a red fountain pen, I almost don't want to use it."

The little girl rubbed the pen against her cheek; the cool, smooth touch felt so good.

Gao Chongyi walked around the house in his new shoes. This was the first time his son had earned money to buy gifts for his parents. His sincere filial piety moved him deeply.

He kept repeating only one word: "Good, good!"

The fierce Huang Ying secretly turned her back to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but Old Lady Tian saw it and scoffed:
"Look at you, so useless. Compared to what you parents gave them, this is nothing!"

“If this is unbearable, what will you do when your children grow up and start their own families? You’ll be crying like Meng Jiangnu.”

Huang Ying glared helplessly at her mother, "Who cried? Did you see anyone crying?"

Seeing all the children looking over, she couldn't help but point her toes and boast, "How about that? Your mom got to be a student for once too!"

These sneakers are currently a favorite among students.

If someone wore shoes like that to school, their classmates would chase after them and try to cover their footprints with them.

"Mom, wear these when you go to work in the fields from now on, they won't tire your feet," Gao Qingmiao suggested.

Huang Ying rolled her eyes at him, saying, "I'll keep these nice shoes to wear in the city. I can take my old pair of liberation shoes to wear in the fields."

Gao Qingmiao said it didn't matter to them, as long as they liked it.

Old Mrs. Tian was very practical; she didn't take off her clothes, patted her bottom, got up, and said:
"Today I'm going to cook while wearing the new shoes my grandchildren bought for me."

She would tiptoe every few steps, feeling the bounce back from her feet, and Grandma Tian's face would wrinkle with laughter.

She was happy, especially since Gao Qinghe and her brother had bought some fresh pork belly.

Grandma Tian cooked five dishes and a soup today, each with meat.

Not to mention Gao Qingya, who had finally returned home to enjoy a meal, even Gao Qinghe, who had eaten delicacies from land and sea, felt that tonight's meal was comparable to a state banquet.

"Grandma, are you using all your best skills?" Gao Qingmiao asked jokingly.

Grandma Tian smiled proudly, "Back when your grandma was a maid in the wealthy man's house, the head chef was specially hired from Yanjing at a high price. Your grandma was clever and would often go up to help, which is how I secretly learned this skill."

"I originally thought I'd make a fortune with this skill, but instead of getting rich, I've ended up satisfying your greedy mouths."

When Gao Qinghe first heard her grandmother talk about the past, she suddenly realized:

"No wonder I always feel that Grandma's cooking is especially delicious."

"Especially the fried pancakes you made last time, Miaomiao and I ate them in the car, and they were so delicious that people went out of their way to buy them from me."

Gao Qinghe said to her grandmother in a serious tone, "Grandma, I think if you opened a snack shop in the city with your skills, you would definitely make a fortune!"

Grandma Tian was surprised, "People actually pay money to buy cakes?"

"That's right!" Gao Qingmiao exclaimed excitedly, "My sister sells them for five cents each!"

The fried bean flour pancakes next to the county bus station cost only two cents each, and those with minced meat were only three cents.

But that other person's pancake is small and delicate, while his grandma's is the size of a palm.

But this was enough to surprise the family.

Gao Chongyi felt a little guilty, "Your grandmother has been delayed because of us."

She helps take care of the children and do housework, and also grows vegetables and raises chickens. She's busy as a spinning top every day.

If it weren't for them, for the sake of this family, the old lady could definitely live a better life on her own.

Huang Ying picked up a piece of bright red, oily pork belly and put it into her mother's bowl.

"Mom, you've worked so hard."

Grandma Tian's eyes reddened, and she slammed her chopsticks on the table in annoyance, "Why are you saying all this!"

She glared at Huang Ying. What's wrong? You can't pee on yourself, you need someone else to pee on you too?

The three Gao siblings exchanged glances and chuckled to themselves.

However, seeing that her grandmother had no intention of opening a snack shop in the county town, Gao Qinghe was a little disappointed.

It's okay, if it doesn't work the first time, there's always next time!
After dinner, Gao Qinghe simply lay on the chair and read the newspaper her father had bought.

The younger siblings take care of cleaning up the dishes, chopsticks, tables, and chairs.

Gao Qingya was worried that she would be cold, so she specially put a coat on her before going inside to read.

As for Old Lady Tian, ​​she put down her bowl of rice and, wearing her new shoes, went out impatiently.

It wasn't until 8:30 p.m. that the "gossip team" at the village store parted ways, and they happily went home.

The atmosphere at the Gao family's house was warm and joyful.

Meanwhile, at the Zhou family next door, Mrs. Zhong slammed her fist on the table in anger as soon as she entered the door.

(End of this chapter)