"Lao Jiang, you are a humble person, you can do it, if you say you don't praise it, you won't praise it, even if you have a chance in the future, don't forget to let your little daughter introduce her learning experience to us."

"Lao Jiang, the two of us are about the same age, that kid in my family is going to take the high school entrance examination next year, I don't like you don't worry, that kid's grades make me worry every day, if I can ask your little daughter to make up for him, let me spend as much as I want." Director Wu finally made his intentions clear.

"Don't, where did Director Wu say this, what money did you mention, in this way, Xiaoman has been busy with studies recently, and when she is free, I will definitely let her tell everyone."

Jiang Jianjun hurriedly said euphemistically when he heard this.

didn't say a word to his youngest daughter, Jiang Jianjun really didn't dare to directly take care of it now, otherwise he was afraid that the child would do something again.

Qian Yulan, who was behind her, lit up when she heard it.

The couple chatted with Director Wu for a while, and only after finishing their work did they drag their tired bodies home.

Jiang Jiayin waited for a day, and when she saw her parents coming back, she hurriedly greeted her and asked, "Mom, how is it?" Can I transfer early? ”

Qian Yulan couldn't answer the question.

It was still Jiang Jianjun, who felt that since he had to let his eldest daughter know sooner or later, it was better to say it now, so that the child could learn to cook earlier, so he took Jiang Jiayin to the bedroom.

After a while, Jiang Jiayin's voice sounded in disbelief.

"Dad, what are you talking about, I have to live outside by myself? How's that going to work? Isn't there a dormitory? How could such a good school in the city not have dormitories? ”

There is a dormitory, but I can't afford to live in it.

Every time Jiang Jianjun thought of this, he resented his little daughter even more.

"Now all the empty dormitories have been booked, and Dad can't try to say that he wants to give money, so Jiayin, you decide for yourself, Dad won't force you, or you will continue to stay in the county No. 1 Middle School to study, if you want to go to the city, from today on, you must learn to cook with your mother, learn how to take care of yourself, this matter is so decided, no one needs to say it again."

After Jiang Jianjun finished speaking strongly, he immediately got up and left the bedroom.

He was not afraid of his wife's entanglement, but he didn't dare to face his eldest daughter's disappointed and sad eyes.

I just hate that he didn't expect today, otherwise he would have asked for more money from that end in advance, and Jiayin wouldn't have to suffer.

Standing in the yard and gasping for a while, Jiang Jianjun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he finally saw his eldest daughter wiping her tears and following her mother into the kitchen.

Fortunately, Jiayin is sensible and has lived up to his wishes.

But before he turned around and entered the house, he heard his eldest daughter screaming, and then his wife rushed out: "No, Jiang Jianjun, Jiayin can't cook, and she is not a dead girl who has been used to working since she was a child, how can she do this?" ”

"It's okay not to let Jiayin live in the dormitory, at least let the children eat in the canteen, you see how Jiayin's hands are burned, don't you feel distressed when you are a father?"

Jiang Jianjun had a headache when he heard this: "Didn't I tell you, the canteen fee is not cheap, where can our family get so much money now?" ”

"If you can't take it, then you can earn it." Qian Yulan waited for this sentence, and immediately said when she heard it.

Just now in the factory, Director Wu stopped and asked about the dead girl's results, and she just had an idea.

As a result, when they came back all the way, many acquaintances who didn't know their relationship with the dead girl stopped them and talked, and they all agreed with Director Wu, asking why they didn't help with tutoring, saying that even if it was money, it would be fine.