Chen Xiaolan hadn't expected Gu Jiaojiao to be so considerate, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
"Jiaojiao, you're just too good to me. I don't even know how to thank you. Don't you worry. Just give me whatever work you have, and I'll definitely get it done right."
"Okay. Come over a bit earlier tomorrow, and I'll show you what to do. After that, you can come later."
Chen Xiaolan agreed and watched Gu Jiaojiao leave. 'I have to do a perfect job with the tasks Jiaojiao has given me,' she silently vowed. 'Otherwise, I won't have the nerve to accept this ten yuan.'
After all, a worker at the textile factory only made fifteen yuan a month.
After returning home, Gu Jiaojiao glanced at the empty courtyard. She suddenly thought of the chickens at Chen Xiaolan's house and immediately felt a pang of envy.
Seeing his wife return, her husband walked out of the house. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Gu Jiaojiao's voice, "Honey, let's raise some chickens!"
