Chapter 236 The Breakfast Shop Owner and the Man He Picked Up ()
The Breakfast Shop Owner and the Man He Picked Up (Ten)
With the sweeping robot, Lance naturally reduced Song Ning's workload.
And there was a little surprise - the neighbors' acceptance of the sweeping robot was much higher than Song Ning had imagined.
"Wow, this thing can automatically sweep and mop the floor for you? You don't have to wash the mop, right?"
Song Ning served breakfast and smiled, "No, I thought I had to wash it myself, but Lance said that it will automatically wash after it is connected to the water, and it will drain the dirty water by itself after it is done, just like the washing machine."
"This is really useful. It must cost a lot of money, right?"
"No, Ningning won it in the lottery at the mall in front."
Lance took the time to stick his head out, "Ningning, come here and help me wipe the sweat off my face."
"Okay, I'll come right away."
Song Ning hurriedly went to get a towel and went into the kitchen.
The neighbors outside were still studying the small machine on the ground.
"Such a small thing is quite convenient, but I don't know how much it costs."
"You're right, ever since Xiao Song used this, his shop feels much cleaner."
"That's right. Lance's cooking skills are also great. I love coming here to have breakfast now. The food tastes good and the environment is great."
"I am me too."
Outside the shop.
"Brother Liu, they even use a robot vacuum cleaner, so the hygiene can't be bad at all."
The young man in uniform looked at the leader with an embarrassed expression and said, "Even if we rush in to check the neighbors, they won't agree."
The man called Brother Liu also looked very bad.
He was ordered by his superiors to find out something, but when he first came back, the kitchen was so shiny that it could be used as a mirror.
This is the second time that the sweeping robot is used. How can he check it?
Who can believe that this small shop can find out the truth? If the people above want to find fault, they can't pick a hard point.
The two hesitated at the door for a long time, but decided to give up.
It was really too outrageous, and there were a bunch of folks watching inside, so I really couldn't do it.
"What? That little shabby shop hasn't been closed down yet?"
The middle-aged woman's nails were sparkling with gold and diamonds, but her well-maintained face was now full of wrinkles.
"It's been a week, how can they not find out about such a small shop?"
The other party said something.
"You said someone tipped him off? Absolutely impossible."
The woman immediately shook her head. "How can a fatherless and motherless orphan like him know such a noble person? It's impossible. This is absolutely impossible."
The other party said a few more words.
Suspicion gradually grew on the woman's face. "Are you talking about the son I just adopted? Did he inform that little bastard?"
The expression on her face hesitated.
But when they came back from recognizing the people that day, I couldn't see any sign of their deep brotherly love. Is this really possible?
"Anyway, you guys continue to deal with it over there. It's better to get rid of that little broken shop for me. Once the shop is gone, quickly drive that little bastard back to his place. As long as Huai En can't contact him, it'll be fine."
She issued the 'order' with a haughty manner like a queen, and then hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Song sat on the sofa and fiddled with the ring on her hand for a while, then suddenly stood up.
"No, I have to go see what that kid is doing."
She stood up and walked downstairs. Halfway down, she saw her second son and Song Huai'en, whom she had recognized, standing on the stairs, talking to each other in a high and low voice.
Before she had time to think about it, she suddenly saw her second son slapping Song Huai'en in the face from a superior position.
Song was stunned, then rushed down quickly.
"Huai'an! How could you start a fight?"
Song Huai'en covered his face with his hands, and a hint of calculation and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He raised his head at the right time to reveal the slap mark on his face.
"Mom? Don't tell me that my brother just has a disagreement with me. I'm the older brother and I should let him..."
"How could you let your brother do that? What did you say to make your brother unhappy?"
Mrs. Song scolded Song Huai'en harshly, then turned around and looked at her second son with a face full of pity and love.
"Huai An, how could you do that? Didn't the doctor tell you to rest? If you have any problem, just tell mom. Your brother is older than you, so it's only natural that he should be more lenient with you. If you have any problem with him, just tell him directly. Why are you angry with him?"
She muttered to herself for a while, not noticing that Song Huai'en behind her went from expectation at first to shock and then to a fierce murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Song Huai'en's eyes were fixed on Song Huaian. It was all his fault that he stole his mother's love.
These things and the Song family should have belonged to him. If he hadn't gotten lost, Song Huaian might not have been born at all!
Now that he is back, he will take back everything that belongs to him!
But now he still has to think of a solution.
Song Huai'en stared at Song Huaian who was carefully protected by the Song family, and suddenly thought of Song Ning - Song Ning was like this before, and would protect him every time something happened to him.
correct.
There was a glimmer of calculation in Song Huai'en's eyes. He left in such a hurry that he didn't even ask for anything from there.
Didn't he remember that Song Ning had said before that he would buy him a cell phone and a computer once he was admitted to university?
Although he has returned to the Song family now, it is impossible for him to forget what Song Ning promised him, right?
He has to find Song Ning to get these things that belong to him.
Song Huai'en went back up the stairs to his room on the first floor and found his cell phone - it was given to him by Song after he arrived at the Song family. It was obviously not new but it was better than having nothing.
Picking up the phone and preparing to make a call, Song Huai'en paused.
No, Song Ning doesn’t have a cell phone at all.
In the past, when his teacher asked him to leave his parents’ phone number at school, he always left the phone number of his uncle next door. Song Ning didn’t have his own phone number, so how could he find him?
Are we going to hit the neighboring house?
Song Huai'en was a little hesitant.
Everyone saw that when his parents went to recognize him that day, they were driving a BMW. If he called the neighbor's cell phone, what if they caught up with him?
No, I have to find another way.
Song Ning didn't know what Song Huai'en was planning. He felt that he had been a little too idle recently.
Lance took care of all the work in the kitchen, and the cleaning outside was largely relieved by the sweeping robot. Although he swept and mopped the floor occasionally, he still had some free time.
Although the doctor advised him to rest, he still felt that it was too idle.
He wanted to do something when he was free, so he told Lance about it. Lance suddenly looked at him and made an unexpected suggestion to Song Ning.
"Ningning, have you ever thought about going back to school to finish high school and take the college entrance exam?"