My Happy Daily Life After Being Reborn-Chapter 232 - 40 Moving_2

"That’s no problem, I’ll give it to you at cost," Shen Chi sighed in relief. "Uncle, you just need to come pick it up once a month. If it’s not enough, give me a call."

"I can’t accept cost price, you still put effort into adjusting it. Business is business," Mr. Jiang countered. "For every pound of this special MSG, I’ll give you a profit of one yuan."

"Just agree to it, Xiao Guai. Dad’s breakfast stall makes a good profit, he’s not being generous for no reason. If he gives you one, he’s certain to earn ten," Jiang Xiaomei hurriedly persuaded when she saw Lin Xiaoguai was about to shake her head.

Hearing this, Lin Xiaoguai couldn’t help but laugh and cry, but ultimately she agreed.

She thought it made sense. A breakfast stall using up ten pounds of MSG in a month was the most it would need. Spread out over each day, it meant earning just over thirty cents less, which really wasn’t much for a breakfast stall.

After a good breakfast, everyone began moving things onto the tricycle Mr. Jiang had ridden over, of course, with Shen Chi and Yi Feng, these two young men around, it wasn’t Mr. Jiang’s turn to exert himself.

Shen Chi and Yi Feng, one riding and one following, moved things to the new house, while Lin Xiaoguai and the Jiang family stayed behind to sort and organize the remaining items.

"Why didn’t any soldiers come to help?" During this time, Mrs. Jiang voiced her concern. "It’s not like Xiao Shen isn’t getting along with others, is it?"

"No," Lin Xiaoguai quickly assured her. "It’s not that they refuse to come, but he’s irritated by how clumsy they are."

"How so?"

"Remember last time how we borrowed the military truck to transport our things to Shanghai? After they were unloaded here, some soldiers helped move the items into the yard. But they weren’t careful with the weight, and several items got nicked," Lin Xiaoguai explained with a smile.

In fact, it wasn’t really the soldiers’ fault. Lin Xiaoguai and Shen Chi were just a bit fussy about these things, fussing over every tiny scratch.

But there was no helping it. Lin Xiaoguai was always careful with her belongings, and Shen Chi was displeased simply because he knew she liked things to be perfect.

"This time it definitely won’t be like that," Mrs. Jiang said with a laugh. She had seen that Shen Chi had carefully wrapped anything that might get bumped with bubble wrap.

By the time the last of the things was moved, Lin Xiaoguai and the others didn’t linger. They locked the door and followed the tricycle to the new house.

"Xiao Guai, don’t you want the vegetables from your garden anymore?" Jiang Xiaomei asked on the way.

"No, that’s not the case," Lin Xiaoguai shook her head. "I’ve already planted vegetables in the new place, even moved the grapevines there. The crops left here are the ones that won’t mature anytime soon. Anyway, the yard won’t be reassigned immediately, so I’ll come by from time to time to tend them. When they’re ready, I’ll keep some for ourselves and bring some to you."

Xiao Mei’s family’s new house was nice, but its courtyard was cemented, making it impossible to grow vegetables. Mr. Jiang always talked about breaking up the cement, but when it came down to it, he couldn’t bear to do it.

Lin Xiaoguai’s new house was only five or six miles away from the old one, also with its own entrance and yard. The surrounding wall was a rare sight with half brick and half iron fencing, but the house itself was a newly built western-style house, red brick and grey tile, with a generous yard that had the flavor of a later era’s garden villa.

Lin Xiaoguai had indeed regretted not fully enjoying the old siheyuan, but seeing this western-style house made her feel fulfilled. In her past life, she had lived in an old western house in the old district of Shanghai, which made her have an inexplicable fondness for western-style houses that others couldn’t understand.

Lin Xiaoguai felt that although Shen Chi was a colonel, such a house being allocated to him seemed somewhat exceptional. She knew that the Han Family had influenced this decision. Shen Chi had also said that if nothing unexpected happened, they wouldn’t move again.

"How beautiful!" Jiang Xiaomei exclaimed in admiration. "This house has three floors, right? There must be many rooms inside."

"It’s two and a half stories; the third floor is an attic, half the size of the lower two floors," Lin Xiaoguai said with a soft gaze and a light laugh. "With so many rooms, it’ll be convenient for you to stay over in the future."

The group entered the house. The house was already furnished. Lin Xiaoguai had found time to clean beforehand, so they could skip the sweep-up process. Still, there was plenty to keep everyone busy.

"Xiao Guai, where should we put this screen?"

"Let’s just put it there for now, we’ll deal with that later. Come help me hang up this wall painting first."

"Shen Chi, is the position correct now?"

"Move it a bit to the left. Too far, now a little to the right!"

"Xiao Guai, is there a broom?"

"Auntie, hold on. I’ll find one for you."

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By the time they had roughly put everything in its place, it was already eleven o’clock. Lin Xiaoguai hurriedly took the ingredients she had prepared in advance to the kitchen to start cooking, and Mr. Jiang also came in to help.

The others were outside doing the final cleaning—after all, although Lin Xiaoguai had cleaned in advance, their bustling about still created some mess, like torn bubble wrap, which needed to be gathered and stored in the warehouse.

"There’s too much food prepared; we might not have time to cook it all," Mr. Jiang fretted.

"It’s okay, we’ll cook what we can and put the rest in the fridge," Lin Xiaoguai skillfully sliced the lotus root.

The rest of the group finished tidying up, and other than Yi Feng, Jiang Xiaomei, and Little Niangao, who didn’t know how to cook, the remaining two came in to help. Thankfully, the kitchen was spacious enough; otherwise, it would have been too crowded.

By the time they started eating, it was already half-past twelve. Lin Xiaoguai let out a sigh of relief and contentedly finished the bowl of chicken soup Mr. Jiang had served her, finally calming her protesting stomach. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"By the way, Xiao Mei, neither you nor Yi Feng can cook. What will you do after getting married?" Half full, Lin Xiaoguai slowed down her pace and, recalling what had just happened, asked.

Hearing the word "marriage," Yi Feng and Jiang Xiaomei both blushed, taking a moment to grasp her meaning and glanced at each other.

Mr. and Mrs. Jiang were taken aback upon hearing this. How could they have overlooked such an important matter? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com) with your recommendation and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)