mesbooks Chapter 274 The Delayed Year-End Bonus Finally Arrives
Chapter 274 The Delayed Year-End Bonus Finally Arrives
Zhuang Chaoying understood that the red envelope was not just about money, but also a reflection of the friendship between the two families.
Lin Wufeng laughed. "Teacher Zhuang, we've been neighbors for so many years, you really know me."
The two families sat together, drinking rice wine and eating side dishes.
Zhuang Chaoying initially thought that what Engineer Lin had said about Song Ying sleeping next to the wine vat was a joke, but after drinking three cups of rice wine, she felt a little tipsy and her vision started to sway.
His eyes began to glaze over, and his speech gradually became slurred. "This rice wine really has a strong aftereffect."
Lin Wufeng had also drunk quite a bit, and his cheeks were flushed.
Song Ying helped him up. "Sister Ling, we're going back now. Teacher Zhuang drank quite a bit, so please get some rest. I'll come over and help you clear the table in a bit." As she spoke, she struggled to help Lin Wufeng up, preparing to walk out.
Huang Ling nodded. "Song Ying, go back now. Xiao Ting and Peng Fei will pack up."
One good thing about Zhuang Chaoying is that she falls asleep when she's drunk and doesn't cause any trouble.
He had been half-drunk and half-awake at Ah Ling's house before, just wanting to get close to her. Today was different; he was truly drunk. He slept from 6 p.m. until 7 a.m. the next morning. Zhuang Chaoying groggily opened his eyes. Luckily, it was homemade wine. If it had been bad wine, given how drowsy he was yesterday, his head would definitely have been throbbing.
I feel fine when I wake up today, and I don't feel uncomfortable.
Huang Ling felt the movement of the person next to her, turned over, and mumbled, "Chao Ying, sleep a little longer, I'm sleepy."
Her voice was heavy with sleepiness, and her eyes were still closed.
Zhuang Chaoying lay down on her side next to Huang Ling, gently tucking the blanket around her, and just quietly watched her.
She looks so beautiful. Even though Ah Ling is in her early forties, she seems even more charming than when she was younger. Is this the allure of a mature woman?
As he was thinking about it, he couldn't resist and gently kissed Ah Ling's forehead, eyebrows, nose, and cheeks.
Just as they were about to kiss, Huang Ling suddenly opened her eyes, pushed his face to the side, looked up at the attic, and lowered her voice.
"Zhuang Chaoying, don't you know you threw up twice last night and didn't brush your teeth?"
Zhuang Chaoying's mouth was distorted by A Ling's push. She pulled her face back, covered her mouth, and breathed out a breath. "Wow~~~ such a strong smell."
He himself was so overwhelmed by the smell that he almost vomited. He gave Ah Ling an awkward smile, got up, and tucked the blanket around her.
"Go to sleep, I'll go make breakfast."
Zhuang Chaoying quietly put on her clothes and pants.
She picked up the basin and thermos and tiptoed to the front yard.
The morning air was exceptionally fresh, carrying a hint of winter's chill. He took a deep breath and instantly became much more awake.
After washing up, I went to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast for the family.
He skillfully cooked the rice porridge, watching the water in the pot slowly boil, and stirred it a few times with a spoon.
Next, he took out five eggs, gently tapped them on the edge of the bowl, and the egg liquid slid into the pan. With a sizzling sound, the fried eggs were ready in no time.
I opened the kimchi jar, took out a small dish of kimchi, and stir-fried some shredded potatoes.
By the time he finished, the children had all gotten up.
The family sat around the dining table and ate breakfast.
After the meal, Tu Nan went into Dong Zhe's room and began tutoring the three of them on the second semester of their second year of high school.
Tu Nan spoke earnestly, but whether Peng Fei and Dong Zhe listened attentively is another matter.
"Boom boom boom!"
"Teacher Zhuang, Engineer Lin." A voice called from outside the door.
Zhuang Chaoying put down his pen; he was engrossed in conceiving his new novel.
By the end of the year, "Thunderbolt Baby" had been completed and mailed to "Harvest" magazine.
Right now, his mind was filled with another non-fiction novel criticizing contemporary society, and he'd already decided on a title: "The Brightest Nights and the Greenest Valleys." Hearing a knock at the door in the courtyard, he was puzzled. Who could be coming so early in the morning?
Zhuang Chaoying quickly walked out. "Who is it?"
Lin Wufeng also came out of the house, wearing a cotton-padded coat. He had drunk a little too much with Teacher Zhuang yesterday. Of the two bottles of rice wine, Song Ying and Sister Ling drank half a cup each, and the rest went into their stomachs. Now he was still a little confused and his steps were a little unsteady.
"It's me, Lao An." A familiar voice came from outside the door.
Factory Director An?
Zhuang Chaoying and Lin Wufeng exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with surprise and anticipation. They knew, of course, that Director An's visit was most likely about profit sharing.
The factory was too busy at the end of the year, paying workers' wages and distributing New Year's benefits. The accountant was also extremely busy, so their profit distribution was delayed.
Zhuang Chaoying quickly opened the door and saw Director An standing at the door carrying two bags.
Factory Director An chuckled and joked, "Why aren't you welcoming me? Shall I leave?"
Lin Wufeng quickly stepped aside. "Welcome, welcome, please come in."
Lin Dongzhe, inside the house, craned his neck to look out through the glass into the yard. "Brother Tu Nan, Factory Director An is here."
Zhuang Tunan tapped him on the head with the notebook in his hand. "It has nothing to do with you. Study."
Pengfei was happy to see Dongzhe get beaten up, and he grinned widely.
Tu Nan tapped him on the head with his notebook. "Laughing, all you do is laugh. Pengfei, repeat the point I just made to everyone."
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As soon as Director An entered the room, he didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.
Huang Ling and Song Ying took water cups and tea leaves, quickly made them a cup of tea, and then each sat down next to their husbands.
As Director An pulled stacks of banknotes from his pocket, Huang Ling's heart leaped into her throat. Her eyes were glued to the money, and she silently counted in her mind: one stack, two stacks, three stacks, four stacks, five stacks, six stacks, seven stacks, eight stacks, nine stacks. A full nine stacks.
Ten bundles in a stack, that's a full 90,000 yuan!
Her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, and her breathing became rapid.
Song Ying, standing next to her, wasn't much better off; her hands were covered in sweat.