Nongmen Spring: Hot lady flirting with foolish husband

Chapter 227 Snacks
Being able to go home for a trip was a bit of comfort to Fu Yuan, and Fu Yuan could only suppress his unhappiness and report to Manager Song.

Every time he went out to purchase with Guanshi Song, looking at the money that Guanshi Song had ignorantly bought, and then looking at the money that he could barely purchase in his hand, Fu Yuan felt depressed in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that he was one day closer to going home every day, Fu Yuan would feel that he couldn't help but want to have a fit.

After working with Guanshi Song for a few days, Fu Yuan didn't learn much, but his face was thickened a lot.

Because every time Manager Song distributes money to himself, it is mostly enough, or barely enough, and Fu Yuan doesn't want to do anything to offend his conscience. After talking with those vegetable sellers and talking about the price, the face will naturally come out.

Finally, when it was the day to go home, Fu Yuan took the time to put on the clothes, washed them clean and dried them, just waiting to wear them that day, the clothes sewn by Mr. Zhao.

Sweeping away the depression in his heart for the past few days, Fu Yuan looked extraordinarily refreshed.

After complaining to the shopkeeper, Fu Yuan left Liuxiang Building and went to the market first.

These days, Fu Yuan has thoroughly explored the market, went to Qianji's preserved fruit shop, picked out preserved plums and plums, grabbed half a handful of each and wrapped them up. These are special snacks for Wen'er .

As for the money to buy preserved fruit, except for the time when Fu Yuan went out to buy with Manager Song, he didn’t idle around like the other guys. He still helped the waiter guy and got two rewards, which was after Fu Yuan changed jobs. only external income.

"Auntie, Wen'er, are you at home?" Fu Yuan knocked on Jiang's courtyard door with a handful of preserved fruits wrapped in paper.

Jiang Wen heard Fu Yuan's voice on the outside profile picture, and hurried to open the door, "Fu Yuan, why are you back now, and didn't you ask someone to bring a letter in advance?"

With a look of surprise on Jiang Wen's face, he watched the aid standing at the door, and complained happily.

"The shopkeeper said I was new here, and after working for a month, he gave me a day off." Fu Yuan smiled, took out a small paper bag of preserved fruit in his hand, and handed it to her.

"This is a snack for you, do you want to try it?"

Jiang Wen went back to the main room together with him, and opened the paper bag. Inside were yellow plums and blue preserved plums. Jiang Wen pinched one and took a bite. It was sweet and sour, and tasted delicious.

"Try it too," Jiang Wen handed the paper package to Fu Yuan, and Fu Yuan smiled and squeezed a preserved fruit that was the same as Jiang Wen's.

Jiang Wen took another paper bag to Mrs. Zhao, and asked her to pinch two to taste, "Mother, this is bought by Fu Yuan, you taste it, it's so delicious."

"It's not big or small, Yuanzi is older than you, why call someone's name, it's so impolite!" Zhao smiled and said with a little reproach.

Jiang Wen was listening, but he didn't take it to heart.

Impolite is impolite, anyway, she just doesn't call Brother Fu Yuan anymore!

"Yanzi, this dress doesn't fit you well. Is there anything you want to change?" Mrs. Zhao looked at Fu Yuan lovingly with a smile. Wearing a gray long-sleeved long shirt, she looked much more handsome than when she was at home.

Sure enough, people rely on clothes. Besides, there are more people who see the sky in the town, and people are more spiritual.

(End of this chapter)