Boss Xia's Lobster Restaurant

After figuring this out, Xia Qingyang chuckled, and carefully looked at the pictures of flowers and birds in his hand, seeing that Cheng Youan next to him was extremely depressed...

He admitted that he just didn't want to see other men courting Xia Qingyang, even if this man was only 14 years old! ! !

He followed Xia Qingyang home with a dark face, and before cooking, he saw Xia Qingyang packing up a bag and preparing to go out.

"Where are you going?"

"Oh, let's go to Qian's house."

"Looking for Qian Yongming?" Cheng Youan asked with a cold face.

"Yeah, just now I saw that the shirts on his body have been mended several times. It just so happens that I have bought more than I can wear. I will share some with him. By the way, I remember that you have two pairs of sports that are too small." Shoes, I'll take them too! I'll make lunch when I come back!" Xia Qingyang was ready to go out after finishing speaking.

"You..." Cheng You'an was about to get angry, but when he heard Xia Qingyang say that he would come back to cook later, most of his anger was extinguished, thinking that you still know how to go home?When he was full of grievances and dissatisfaction, when he looked up, he had already gone out.

He wanted to catch up, but he was afraid that Xia Qingyang would say that he was too meddlesome, so he could only run to the Internet cafe opposite in resentment.

Here, Xia Qingyang went out and rode a bicycle, and in less than 5 minutes, he arrived at the village in the city where Qian Yongming and his family lived. The Qian family rented one of the houses in a large courtyard, a room of more than 30 square meters, divided into There are two rooms inside and outside, the inside is where the mother and son sleep, the outside is the kitchen and the utility room, and there is a small yard separated by a fence outside the house, which is used to temporarily store the collected waste products.

The mother and son of the Qian family were having lunch in the yard. There was a small square table and two low stools. Xia Qingyang took a look and found that apart from a pot of rice, there was only a bowl of fried pickles with oil residue on the table, and a bowl that looked like It is egg custard made for Qian Yongming alone.

"Xiao Xia, why are you here? Have you eaten yet?" The Qian family's mother was very happy to see Xia Qingyang, and she seemed to want to invite him to have dinner at home, but then she thought of the simple food at home, and couldn't say anything. His yellow face, roughened by the wind and frost, was almost flushed with shame.

"Aunt Sun, eat it. My house is on fire, and I have to go back later. I'm here to send money to your family, Qian Yongming."

"Payment fee?" Both Qian's mother and son were stunned.

"Yeah! I've always been short of rare and beautiful fans. You know this. Just now, your family Qian Yongming sent me a few fans that he painted himself. The paintings are very good! I collect fans here. There is a fixed price, Qian Yongming painted five pieces, 20 yuan for each piece, a total of 100 yuan, he left in a hurry and I didn't have time to get the money, no, I sent it by the way." Xia Qingyang took out 100 yuan Put it on the table, and unloaded the bag I brought from the back seat of the bicycle.

"Aunt Sun, these are clothes my family bought for me, but the size is too small. I haven't worn them once, so it's a pity to throw them away. It just so happens that Qian Yongming is a little thinner than me. I reckon the clothes should be just right. Don't worry." Just dislike the old ones." Xia Qingyang put the bag aside and explained with a smile, "When my family was poor, my younger brother also wore my old clothes! Aunt Sun, don't worry, who in this world doesn't have a What about when we are in trouble? Our family didn’t even have rice to eat when it was the most difficult time! Isn’t it better now? Don’t worry, Qian Yongming will definitely be admitted to university in the future, and your blessings lie behind!”

What he said made the eye circles of both mother and son turn red.Especially Qian's mother, a widow who has brought her son to endure hardships for more than ten years, tried her best to send her son to college, but she didn't want her son to do this hard work because of lack of education like her.She also knows that the entry threshold for County No. [-] Middle School is high, and she also wants to buy two beautiful clothes for her child, but she really can't earn so much money. Recently, she saved some money she earned with Xia Qingyang, and saved it for her son to go to school in the future. No, I didn't expect that Xia Qingyang would even think of this...

"Xia Qingyang, I don't..." Qian Yongming blushed and wanted to refuse. Their family already owed Xia Qingyang enough.

"Don't refuse in a hurry!" Xia Qingyang pushed him down, "I heard from the teacher that we will represent the school at the end of the month and participate in the poetry recitation competition for middle school students. I heard that we will be on TV, so you can wear this Patch your clothes? Or ask your mother to spend money to buy you new clothes? Don’t be shy, I only sent you as a friend. You don’t know, when I was poor at home, I still wore Cheng You’an’s Broken sneakers! The soles are almost falling off!"

"Pfft~~" Qian Yongming couldn't help laughing.He didn't expect Xia Qingyang, who was looked up to by everyone in school, to be so funny and fun in private. He was really different from the kids from rich families he knew!

Qian Yongming couldn't help but began to envy Cheng Youan. He knew that Cheng Youan and Xia Qingyang grew up together, and their relationship was as close as brothers. In school, as long as there was Xia Qingyang, Cheng Youan would be seen within three meters. He also wanted to have a good friend like Xia Qingyang, but he was not good at speaking, and he didn't know how to play games that boys liked, so he looked a little out of place.

"Oh, by the way, I came to you and I have something to ask for your help!" Xia Qingyang looked at his watch, and Cheng Youan would probably starve to death if he didn't go back, so he decided to make a long story short.

"what's up?"

"That's right, it's almost summer. I want to get a batch of fresh and interesting fan noodles and sell them at the night market wholesale. I see that your paintings of insects and birds are very interesting. I would like to ask you to help me draw some butterflies, bees, and crickets." , Dragonfly, I know how about making fan noodles with these gadgets, it’s still 20 yuan a piece, how about it? Do you have time?”

"Yes, yes! I can draw all of these!" Qian Yongming looked at Xia Qingyang with big bright eyes, "How much do you want?"

"Twelve pictures, can you draw them in a week?"

"Yes! I will definitely give it to you before next Monday!" Qian Yongming thought for a while and added, "But I don't want money, and you said it, we are friends, how can a friend ask for money?"

"That's right! It's just a few paintings! We often paint at home when we have nothing to do! It's worthless!" Qian's mother also agreed.

"Aunt Sun, you are wrong! I think Qian Yongming might become a famous painter in the future if he insists on painting like this! Do you know that the teacher who came to our school to give a lecture last time sold a painting well? How many thousand!"

"So much?!" Mother Qian couldn't help but be speechless.

"Yeah, so I thought, if Qian Yongming is fine after finishing his homework, he should continue to learn to draw. Among other things, he can earn some pocket money by painting fans here every year!"