northernbook Chapter 153: Busy raising a family in a foreign land 153
Chapter 153: Busy raising a family in a foreign land 153
The three of them parked the car at the entrance of the alley. The doors of Cui's house and Xiao Jiangsu's house were crowded with people.
Cui Liping bowed to the person next to him and thanked him:
"Everyone go back, it's nothing serious, we just arrested the wrong person."
Mrs. Dong said:
"Yes, if there is anything you want to know, it won't be too late to ask after Juanmei and Xiaojiangsu recover."
Someone nearby joked, "You really care about Cui's affairs."
Mrs. Dong rolled her eyes and spat:
"We are neighbors now. If it were you, I would care about you, too."
When everyone left, Cui Liping saw Lu Pingsheng and others.
The person who sent Cui Lijuan back explained the reason. At this moment, Cui Liping bowed to Lu Pingsheng and smiled:
"Mr. Lu, thank you for saving my life."
He had been in the underworld for decades, so he naturally knew how vicious the Japanese were and that few of those who went in could come out alive.
After everyone entered the house, Cui Liping placed a small box of money that he had packed long ago in front of Lu Pingsheng.
"Mr. Lu, I know that if I don't arrange for someone to release him, he will definitely not be released. Both I and Lijuan are not very good. This is all the money in the family. I will find a way to make up for the shortfall later..."
Lu Pingsheng did not answer it, but said:
"This money is all saved by grandma, so you keep it. I can just eat the free scallion pancakes she makes from now on."
Cui Liping's eyes were slightly red. He knew that this little money was nothing in Lu Pingsheng's eyes, but he had nothing but his worthless life.
"Mr. Lu, from now on, my life belongs to you. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west."
Lu Pingsheng looked at Uncle Zeng Bao who was looking around and said with a smile:
"You should thank this guy. I don't have the ability to get the person from the Japanese."
Wei Miao looked at the adults who were politely evading responsibility and said quickly:
"Let's go see Sister Lijuan."
After saying that, he went up the stairs and happened to see Cui Lijuan limping and pouring herself some water.
The wound was affected and the teapot in his hand fell to the ground, making a crackling sound.
"Sister Lijuan, I'm here."
Wei Miao helped her sit down and handed her the water, only to find that all ten of Cui Lijuan's fingers were wrapped in white cloth.
Wei Miao simply fed her directly. Maybe because she was too thirsty, Cui Lijuan drank three cups in a row from Wei Miao's hand.
"Ah Miao, thank you Nong and Mr. Lu."
She thought she would die in that hellish room.
Just thinking about Xiao Jiangsu who was implicated by her, she felt extremely guilty.
She regretted her bad luck and her impatience. She was not afraid of them killing people, but she made a noise when she heard the plum blossom bronze medal.
Fortunately, no matter how the gang beat and tortured her, she just said that she just happened to pass by and was horrified when she saw the murder inside. . .
She had never told anyone that she could understand Japanese.
There is also a chain of contempt in the dance hall, especially among the dancers in Ciro's.
Except for the White Goose women, most of them are like the White Roses. They came from the Northeast. Their homes were destroyed and they were displaced, which made them unfriendly to everything about the Japanese.
When she was in school, Japanese people still had a good reputation, and her first boyfriend was a Japanese person.
She once fantasized about going to a place like Japan and growing old with him.
Unfortunately, one day, her Kawasaki-kun disappeared. After complaining to herself, she also fell into prostitution.
"Sister Lijuan, why did they take you away?" Wei Miao's clean voice brought Cui Lijuan back to her senses.
Cui Lijuan said with confusion and fear:
"I don't know either. I went out to get some fresh air while I was drunk and smoking, and someone from the private room next door suddenly came out and tried to arrest me..."
This explanation was very normal, as if the people in the box thought she had overheard some information that she shouldn't have heard and wanted to kill her to silence her.
Wei Miao saw that she looked pale and immediately comforted her:
"Sister Lijuan, it's okay. You're back now. Take good care of yourself at home."
Cui Lijuan looked at the handsome young man with a gentle smile on his face, and felt a little guilty for lying.
But the fewer people who knew about what she heard, the better.
If it weren't for Wei Miao and the others rescuing her, the fact that she could speak Japanese under torture would have been discovered by those people today.
Death is her destiny.
When Wei Miao went downstairs, he happened to see Cui Liping carrying Grandma Cui back.
When Granny Cui saw Wei Miao, a smile appeared on her tired face. "Ah Miao, I'm sorry to bother you and Mr. Lu again."
Wei Miao said obediently: "Grandma, please go up and talk to Sister Lijuan."
Wei Miao walked out of the yard only after Cui Liping carried Grandma Cui upstairs.
The Xiao Nanjing next door is cooking wontons, and the wonton boiler is boiling, steaming.
Uncle Zeng Bao sat on the small wonton stall, looking at the wontons he had put in with an affectionate gaze as if he was looking at his lover.
Lu Pingsheng leaned over and whispered in Wei Miao's ear: "This man looks sickly and weak, but he is actually born in the same year as you."
"What's your zodiac sign?" Wei Miao asked.
Lu Pingsheng said, "It's my zodiac sign of a glutton."
Wei Miao curled his lips, a little disgusted, "Greediness is not just the literal meaning. Not only is it greedy but it can also eat, that's greed, okay?"
In Xu Ayu's words, Mr. Zeng has big eyes and a small stomach. He wants to eat everything he sees and gets full after just one bite of anything.
For this reason, the variety of dishes for Xu Ayu's meals increased, and Wei Miao also made an effort to tell many fish the recipes he saw in the books for experimentation.
The ones who tasted the food were Mr. Zeng and Xiao Qian.
Usually Mr. Zeng would just take a bite and spend a small amount of money on a plate. Both the master and the servant would be very happy and feel that the two hundred dollars was well spent.
Xu Ayu was also very happy and felt that he had earned the two hundred yuan with peace of mind.
The setting sun dyed the narrow gridded alley golden, and people who went out to school or work began to return home.
The aroma of various foods in the alley began to waft out, mixing into a rich scent of fireworks.
The three of them sat at a low table at the wonton stall and ate across from each other.
"Little Nanjing, I heard that your father is back. Congratulations."
Little Nanjing smiled shyly and said nothing.
Mr. Wu, who had just moved into the Wei family compound, pushed his glasses up and said to Little Nanjing:
"Little Nanjing, cook me a bowl of wontons too."
Xiao Nanjing looked at Mr. Wu apologetically and said, "I was in a hurry today and didn't plan to open the stall. I only prepared these for the customers."
Mr. Wu was a refined man who spoke politely. He smiled bitterly after hearing this and said:
"Okay then, I'll have Aunt Fatty's food again when I get home tonight."
The fat lady with the basket happened to hear this and said dissatisfiedly:
"Mr. Wu thinks my cooking is bad, so go cook it yourself!"
Wei Miao and the other two saw Mr. Wu walking in a hurry and bowing to apologize to the heroic Fat Aunt all the way.
And I would like to ask, please don’t have any pickled cabbage lumps on the dinner table tonight.
Uncle Zeng Bao looked at the two people's lively appearance in the sunset, smiled brightly, and ate another wonton.
Wei Miao has never had any concept of people's appearance, but Uncle Zeng Bao's smile is too clean and pure.
It made her feel that smiles can be beautiful or ugly, and she couldn't help but say:
"Mr. Zeng, you have a really nice smile. You should smile more often."
Uncle Zeng Bao turned his head, looked at Wei Miao with eyes as bright as stars, and said softly:
"is it?"
Wei Miao nodded sincerely.
Lu Pingsheng curled his lips, thinking that the little brat's aesthetic taste was problematic. Not to mention that he was not bad looking, even Wu Ziyang was many times more handsome than the man in front of him.