790: C790 You Don't Care about This Small Amount of Money

C790 You Don't Care about This Small Amount of Money

Jiang Xiaorou took a look. How could she let a five-year-old child cook? How did this Zhang Er usually bully Zhang Min?

"He's only five years old. Can he cook?" Jiang Xiaorou asked.

Jiang Xiaorou looked at Zhang Min's figure with heartache. He was so small that he was pacing back and forth in the kitchen. He was not electrocuted. He was a firewood maker, the most ancient type.

He had to start a fire and cook. Jiang Xiaorou might not even be able to handle it. How could she let a five-year-old child do such a thing?

Zhang Er, on the other hand, had a calm expression. He was already used to it and did not feel that there was any problem.

"Don't underestimate this son of mine. The food he makes is even better than mine." Zhang Er smiled.

Jiang Xiaorou wanted to slap him.

"Is he your biological son?" Jiang Xiaorou looked coldly at Zhang Er, then went to the kitchen to help.

Uh!

Zhang Er was stunned.

He knew that Jiang Xiaorou's words were unintentional, but why did it sound like she knew Zhang Min was picked up? Jiang Xiaorou also looked at him strangely.

"What does she mean?" Zhang Er looked at Shen Yancheng. He could not understand Jiang Xiaorou's smile. He felt there was something hidden in her words.

"Literally." Shen Yancheng said lightly. He did not go to the kitchen. Instead, he went to see Zhang Er's room.

There were only two rooms in total. They only had one table and nothing else. There was also a wooden board placed on two stools on the table. The wooden board looked like an old door.

Shen Yancheng saw this and could only support his forehead with one hand. How could he sleep? He could still make do with it, but Xiaorou was pregnant. How could she sleep on such a hard wooden bed?

Shen Yancheng looked at Zhang Er.

"You don't have any mattress?" Shen Yancheng asked.

Zhang Er walked over with a smile. "We usually sleep on this. We are used to it."

Shen Yancheng could not get used to it. Jiang Xiaorou could not get used to it either.

"Where can we get a good bed?" Shen Yancheng looked at Zhang Er. He definitely had a way. Although Zhang Er was shameless, he could still eat well in the village.

As long as he gave some money, he would definitely be able to get it.

"I can get it, but I need this." Zhang Er moved his fingers. He needed money. "But you two can stay here for one night. It should be okay for you to stay for a while."

"Do you have Wechat?" Shen Yancheng asked.

"Yes, I do." Zhang Er took out his phone.

Shen Yancheng glanced at Zhang Er's Wechat and transferred two thousand dollars to him. "Help me get a comfortable bed."

Zhang Er looked at the money on his phone. Two thousand dollars was a lot. He would not be able to spend all the money on a bed, but he did not mention that he had promised to pay for a night's stay.

If the two of them added up to only two thousand dollars, Zhang Er would suffer a huge loss. It wasn't easy for a rich person to come to the village. After this village, there wouldn't be a shop like this anymore!

"This two thousand is the money to buy a bed, right?! Doesn't include the accommodation fees?" Zhang Er once again confirmed with Shen Yancheng.

Shen Yancheng heard it. He looked at the surroundings again. How much more accommodation fees would he charge with this condition? It was almost like living a pig.

"Okay." Shen Yancheng nodded.

He did not care about this small amount of money. It was really just a small amount of money. The main reason was to let Xiao Rou have a good sleep tonight.1

"So slow! I will go and get a bed right away." Zhang Er immediately ran out.

In the kitchen!

Jiang Xiaorou was cooking while Zhang Min was cooking. Zhang Min was not tall. He had to stand on a stool to hook the stove. But judging from his movements, he looked very familiar. It was obvious that he usually cooked.

"When did you learn how to cook?" Jiang Xiaorou asked Zhang Min.

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