What if I haven't seen Siheyuan?

Yan Jiecheng and Yu Li looked at each other, and as their eyes met, complex emotions surged like an undercurrent.

Yan Jiecheng's eyes rolled around, thinking over and over again in his mind: "Three yuan a month is an income, which is better than nothing. Otherwise, Yu Li would be busy at home every day, cleaning for the whole family, working herself to death and not making a penny."

Yu Li's heart was also in turmoil at this moment. She thought secretly: "These three dollars are too stingy. I will do housework for Yan Xiaoyao every day in the future, including washing clothes and cooking. My father-in-law is really good at calculating just to give such a small amount of money. But if I don't agree, I won't have a penny, and our family will live a tight life. Alas, it's really frustrating." Despite many dissatisfactions in her heart, she nodded slightly.

The Yan family finally agreed on the distribution of wages, and then the couple returned to their room with sullen faces, looking like eggplants hit by frost and full of unhappiness.

As soon as Yu Li entered the room, she started to grumble, "Humph, this old man is so stingy. We worked so hard and this is all he gave us."

Yan Jiecheng sighed helplessly, shook his head and said, "Okay, stop complaining. It's better to have something than nothing. Let's do it this way for now." After that, he followed Yu Li into the room and closed the door with a "bang".

Yu Li looked at the small room separated from the corridor with disappointment and helplessness in her eyes. The small space was so cramped that it was almost difficult to turn around, and the shabby furnishings were even more heartbreaking.

There was an old wooden bed with patches all over the bedclothes, and the quilt was no longer recognizable. There was a table with a missing corner, standing precariously against the wall, as if it would fall apart in the next second.

She felt a surge of grievance in her heart and could no longer suppress it. She started punching and kicking Yan Jiecheng, and her punches fell on Yan Jiecheng as densely as raindrops.

She kept crying, "Yan Jiecheng, look at what kind of life I'm living! I followed you and married into the Yan family, but now I live in such a shabby place. I have endless work to do every day, and I have to endure the bullying of that damn old man! What am I trying to achieve! Wuuuuu..." Her voice was filled with tears, and her tears poured out like a flood that broke through a dam, instantly wetting her lapel.

"I have worked hard in this family, but I have never enjoyed a single day of happiness. They always scheme against me. Today's three yuan salary was repeatedly squeezed by that old man. Why is my life so miserable?" Yu Li cried about the grievances she suffered in the Yan family. Her body kept shaking due to sobbing, and the amplitude of the shaking became stronger and stronger, as if she was about to collapse.

Yan Xiaoyao had a satisfying meal and drink in Wangfujing. After finishing his roast duck, he skillfully packed up a few more roast ducks and some steamed buns for storage as usual.

After walking out of the store with his packed things, he looked up at the gradually fading sunset glow in the sky, thinking that there was nothing important to do in the evening. He had just had a big meal, so it would be a good time to stroll back and digest the food.

On the way, he found a quiet and deserted alley, looked around carefully, and after confirming that there was no one there, he put the heavy packed food in his hands into the storage space, and walked back leisurely, carrying only the duck rack that he had not finished eating.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw the third uncle Yan Bugui rushing over like a gust of wind, his face full of smiling wrinkles. He greeted him enthusiastically, and then couldn't wait to take out a handful of money from his pocket.

The money was crumpled and scattered, with various denominations. He handed it to him and said, "Xiaoyao, this is the money for buying furniture today. I have already deducted Yu Li's five dollars. Please count it."

Yan Xiaoyao looked at the money handed over by the third uncle, and his mind was as clear as a mirror. He knew that although Old Man Yan was stingy in daily life, his character could be trusted when it came to matters like this.

So he just counted it symbolically and put the money away.

At this time, Yan Bugui's small eyes were fixed on the duck rack in Yan Xiaoyao's hand.

Sniffing hard, trying to smell the remaining aroma of the roast duck, I felt deeply moved: "This kid has a really comfortable life, enjoying such delicious food every day."

Yan Xiaoyao saw Yan Bugui staring at the duck rack in his hand like a hungry wolf, and he couldn't help but feel speechless.

Then she changed her mind and realized that she would have to make plans for Yu Li in the future, so she forced a smile and said to him, "Uncle, my house is a mess right now. I don't even have a place to cook. I just improved my food in Wangfujing. I just happened to have a duck rack left, so I packed it up and brought it back. If you don't mind, you can take it home to go with your wine."

After hearing this, Yan Bugui moved as fast as lightning and quickly snatched the duck rack from his hand. He was so happy that his eyes narrowed into slits and kept saying, "Then you're welcome, Third Uncle. Thank you very much!"

Yan Xiaoyao really didn't want to argue with him any more, so he said casually: "Uncle, I'll go back first. The stove and kang in my room are probably out, and I have to go back to light a fire."

After saying that, he went straight home without looking back, leaving Yan Bugui standing there, holding the duck rack happily.

When Yan Bugui saw Yan Xiaoyao leaving, he quickly hugged the duck rack and trotted back home.

As soon as he entered the house, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Yu Li, stop dawdling and go to Yan Xiaoyao's house to help him with the work!" The voice sounded anxious and excited.

Then, he walked around in front of the family with the duck rack in his hand, looking very proud.

He said with a beaming face, "See? I told you to maintain a good relationship with this kid Yan Xiaoyao. There will definitely be some benefits. Look, he just gave me a portion of duck rack. This is the roast duck from Quanjude in Wangfujing!" As he spoke, the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to his ears, and his eyes were full of pride.

A group of people from the Yan family looked at the duck rack in his hand, and they all made a "gulp" sound in their throats at the same time, and they couldn't help swallowing.

Their faces were filled with desire and greed, and their eyes were staring at the duck carcass as if they wanted to stare a hole in it.

The Yan family was really short of oil and water. Every time Third Aunt cooked, she would carefully take a piece of pork skin and lightly scrape it on the pot, then take it out immediately. She moved so quickly that she was afraid of wasting even a little bit.

At this time, the family's eyes were glowing green, staring at the duck rack in Yan Bugui's hand like hungry wolves, eagerly waiting for him to distribute it.