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Tang Zhicheng left Old Song's place, unable to contain his excitement. He tightly clutched his bag, which held a full one thousand seven hundred yuan. He never expected Old Song to not haggle this time. He had initially priced the sailor shirt at eight yuan, leaving room for negotiation. His target price was between five and six yuan. Even with the watch, he had hoped to sell it for eighty, but Old Song stopped at ninety without further bargaining.
This was a fantastic deal—over six hundred yuan in costs, and he was coming back with one thousand seven hundred yuan. That meant a pure profit of over a thousand. Tang Zhicheng tried his best not to feel like he was carrying one thousand seven hundred yuan on him. He didn’t even bother to buy meat; instead, he hopped on his bike and sped home. As for picking up meat for braised pork, that would have to wait until later.
Once home, Tang Zhicheng took out the money and counted it again. After confirming that the amount was correct, he opened the cabinet and hid the cash inside. Even now, he couldn’t believe that he had made as much money in one trip as he usually earned in a month. It was just a stroke of luck—his acquaintance's acquaintance urgently needed cash and sold these items at a bargain price. Tang Zhicheng happened to be in the right place at the right time and seized the opportunity.
He poured himself a bowl of hot water and took a few sips to calm his excitement before heading out to the grocery store to buy pork. However, by the time he arrived, all the pork had been sold out. With no other options, he went to the meat factory to find an acquaintance and managed to buy some fatty pork.
After securing the pork, he hurried home to start cooking it and steaming rice. Finally, he had some time to pick up his son. For lunch, frying just one dish of fish-flavored shredded pork wouldn’t do; his little one couldn’t handle such strong flavors. After thinking for a moment, Tang Zhicheng grabbed a handful of mushrooms to soak, planning to stir-fry them with meat later.
At noon, after school, Little Moon didn't need Tang Zhicheng to pick her up; Ye Fangfei was on her way home from work and took her back instead.
"Mom, did Dad make Fish-Flavored Shredded Pork for me at home?" Little Moon was still thinking about her favorite dish.
"Of course he did. Your dad loves you the most. When has he ever not made what you like?" Sometimes, Ye Fangfei felt a twinge of jealousy at how much Tang Zhicheng dotes on Little Moon.
"Yeah, Mom, today our teacher praised me."
"Oh really? What did they say?"
"They said my handwriting is good and that I memorize quickly."
"That's great! I knew my daughter was smart."
The mother and daughter chatted all the way home.
Ye Fangfei parked the car and lifted Little Moon out of the back seat, telling her to go inside first.
Little Sun had been eagerly waiting for his sister to return.
As soon as he saw Little Moon come in, he mumbled "Sister, sister," and rushed over to hold her hand.
"Hey, slow down! Don't pull me; my hands are cold." Little Moon complained about her brother while carefully taking his small hand.
"Little Moon is back! Hurry and wash your hands; the Fish-Flavored Shredded Pork is ready!" Tang Zhicheng called out from the kitchen as he stirred the dishes.
At that moment, Ye Fangfei entered the kitchen and saw Tang Zhicheng in an apron, quickly flipping the spatula.
Seeing that the kids weren't around, she swiftly kissed Tang Zhicheng on the cheek and whispered, "You've worked hard, dear."
Without waiting for his response, she dashed out of the kitchen.
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