"Dad, Mom, I've found a job for you."
Zeng Xiaoqi came out from the room next door, looked at her father smoking and said this, then sat next to Qi Siming, picked up chopsticks, and started devouring the delicious dishes on the table.
Earlier, she had wanted to flip the dining table over, but thinking about Qi Siming's hard work for the day, she held back and only broke a bowl.
Qi Siming had already cleaned up the bowl shards, and Zeng's mother sat beside sighing and lamenting.
This year was meant to be joyful, with their daughter bringing home a tall, handsome boyfriend who works at Yanjing Hotel, making them the envy of the village.
But before they could celebrate for two days, a group of people swarmed like flies, wanting Qiqi's boyfriend to help arrange jobs.
Hardly saying anything after meeting and already asking for jobs—how impolite could they be?
Zeng's father stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and curiously asked:
"What kind of job?"
