Chapter 119: A Warm Family, Jiang Liu is Moved.

"My daughter?" Jiang Liu’s heart skipped a beat. He forced a smile. "No, why would I give Qingmeng a hard time? We get along great, don’t we?"

’What in the world is going on?’

’It’s only been a few minutes.’

’How did they get so chummy already? So, does that make me the only outsider in this family?’

Jiang Dahai snorted and turned his head, ignoring him.

Lin Qiu rapped her knuckles on the table and demanded angrily, "And you say you’re not giving her a hard time? Qingmeng is such a wonderful girl. She’s good to you! She’s good to Tongtong, she’s beautiful, and she even comes to help you work every day. Yet you reject her every chance you get. And you still say you’re not mistreating my daughter?"

Jun Qingmeng sat meekly to the side, lowering her eyes.

’It feels so good to have someone in my corner!’

Jiang Liu was speechless, unable to defend himself. ’The feelings are mutual,’ he thought. ’And she came to work here of her own free will. What does that have to do with mistreating her?’

He sighed.

He felt a sense of resignation.

’Looks like Mom has her heart set on Jun Qingmeng.’

To be honest, Jiang Liu did like Jun Qingmeng a little.

But there were still many problems that felt like a bone stuck in his throat, problems he didn’t know how to solve in the future.

For example, there was the matter of Tongtong.

There was the question of whether Jun Qingmeng’s family would approve of him.

Or the issue of having more children.

In short, it was a complete mess.

Just thinking about it made Jiang Liu’s head ache.

Jun Qingmeng couldn’t bear to see Jiang Liu being scolded, so she tried to smooth things over. "Dad, Mom, please don’t be angry. Jiang Liu is actually very good to me. He’s not mistreating me. It’s not what you think, really!"

Only then did Lin Qiu and Jiang Dahai’s expressions soften, not wanting to stay angry.

He was their only son, after all. They couldn’t stay mad at him for long.

Jiang Liu didn’t know what to say for a moment, so he remained silent.

"Qingmeng, let Jiang Liu and his dad watch the shop. Mom will take you and Tongtong shopping."

Lin Qiu, relishing her new maternal role, was eager to show off her family’s wealth.

Jun Qingmeng shook her head and said in a small voice, "Maybe we shouldn’t. You two have come all this way. Why don’t we go home and spend some time together first?"

She glanced at Jiang Liu, pretending it was casual, and hesitated for a moment before saying:

"Also, I think I should call you Auntie and Uncle for now. I’ll change how I address you after Jiang Liu accepts me. I’ll do my best to make him fall for me, is that okay?"

Jun Qingmeng was a little worried she had made Jiang Liu uncomfortable.

She really wanted to call them "Mom" and "Dad," but compared to Jiang Liu’s feelings, that wasn’t important.

The looks Lin Qiu and Jiang Dahai gave Jun Qingmeng grew even gentler.

’What a wonderful girl, always thinking about our son.’

’Their ancestors must be smiling down on them.’

They thought of their son’s ex-wife.

She was an absolute piece of shit.

Lazy, selfish, and she looked down on everyone.

Every time Lin Qiu had to interact with Yang Yixue, she would come home too angry to eat.

And don’t even get her started on Yang Yixue’s mother, Li Xiaoyan. That woman’s nasty mouth was just begging to be slapped.

"Alright, we’ll do as you say, Qingmeng. I’ll be happy no matter what you call me."

Jiang Dahai, as if sitting on pins and needles, urged, "Liu’er, are you done for the day? If so, let’s hurry back home so we can all sit down, have a meal, and chat together as a family."

Jiang Liu gave a wry smile and declined. "It’s fine, don’t worry about me. There’s not much left to do at the shop. I’ll just wash the dishes and clean up a bit, then I’ll head back. You all go home and rest first."

As he spoke, Jiang Liu took a key from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Dahai.

Jiang Dahai didn’t take it, waving his hand. "No need. Let’s do it together. Many hands make light work."

"The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go home."

With that, he immediately picked up a rag from a table and started cleaning.

The others smiled as they watched Jiang Liu and Jiang Dahai.

Lin Qiu took Jun Qingmeng and Tongtong by the hand. "Come on, let’s us three generations find a spot to have a nice family chat."

"Whatever you say, Aunt Lin."

"Okay! Tongtong likes family chats."

Jiang Liu’s cheek twitched.

’Now they’re three generations of family.’

’Then later, we’ll all have dinner together.’

’At this rate, people might start wondering if I’m even their biological son!’

However, when Jiang Liu saw the genuine, heartfelt smile on his mother’s face, he felt quite happy himself.

’Maybe being with Jun Qingmeng would be for the best,’ he thought.

Jiang Dahai, holding a mop, lectured as he worked, "Before you mop the floor, you need to clean the mop head with laundry detergent. Otherwise, the shop will have a sour smell. Even if your food is delicious, the customer experience will suffer."

Though he was still verbally giving Jiang Liu a hard time, deep down, he cared a great deal for his son.

Seeing his son doing well was his greatest satisfaction.

Fathers who aren’t good with words are often the most endearing.

"Yeah, I know, Dad."

Jiang Liu kept his head down and focused on washing the dishes.

Tongtong ran over and took Jiang Dahai’s hand. "Grandpa, let’s mop the floor together!"

"Haha, my little Tongtong is such a busy little bee!"

"Hehe, I am, right?"

And just like that, Jiang Dahai started mopping the floor with a cute little accessory attached to him.

Before they knew it, a warm atmosphere filled the shop.

It had the feeling of a family home.

Lin Qiu sat at the counter with Jun Qingmeng, laughing and chatting.

Jiang Dahai cleaned up with Tongtong.

Jiang Liu was in the back kitchen, washing and scrubbing.

Soon, in less than half an hour, the shop was sparkling clean.

Even a few broken chairs had been perfectly repaired by Jiang Dahai.

Jiang Liu counted the tens of thousands in cash on the counter.

The total profit for the day was over 123,000.

Jiang Dahai’s eyes went wide. "Liu’er, you earned this in one day? How is it so much?!"

Lin Qiu craned her neck to look, her face a mask of astonishment.

"It must be at least 30,000, right?"

"Thirty thousand?" Jiang Liu looked at his parents’ shocked expressions and rolled his eyes, speechless.

’Can’t you dream a little bigger?’

Tongtong, who was standing to the side, copied Jiang Liu and wagged her index finger, saying proudly, "It’s more than that! Lots of aunties and uncles paid with their phones!"

"Mobile payments?!"

The two of them had forgotten about that.

Lin Qiu and Jiang Dahai were even more shocked.

Jiang Dahai asked cautiously, "Then how much did you make in one day?"

Jiang Liu smiled and patted the cash. "A little over 120,000. It’s alright."

His current savings had already passed the 500,000 mark.

It felt absolutely incredible.

"One hundred and twenty thousand?!! And you say it’s ’alright’?"

His parents were so shocked they nearly jumped out of their skin, their hearts hammering in their chests.

Forget 120,000; they wouldn’t have even dared to dream of earning 30,000 a day.

It took a long while for the two of them to slowly accept this fact.

"Liu’er, you’re really amazing. A bit better than your old man." Jiang Dahai’s grin stretched from ear to ear.

He had to tell his friends this news. Then let’s see who would still dare say that the Jiang Family, aside from having a little bit of influence, was dirt poor.

Lin Qiu curled her lip. "A ’bit’ better? How can you flatter yourself like that?"

"Comparing you to your son is like comparing a firefly to the bright moon."

"So I’m the bright moon?" Jiang Dahai scratched a scar on his neck, grinning foolishly.

"Get lost! I’m saying you’re the dung beetle!"

Jiang Liu put the money away and turned off the power to everything except the refrigerated display case.

Before, he hadn’t kept much in the display case, but now he needed ice, so he couldn’t turn it off.

Feeling great, Jiang Liu asked, "Ready to head back? What should we have for dinner tonight? Should we eat out, or should I cook for you?"

"Let’s eat at home. I’ll cook," Lin Qiu said, laughing cheerfully as she held Tongtong’s hand.

"Let me do it. Don’t forget, your son is a great cook now. Oh, right, there are still twenty buns we didn’t sell. We can eat them at home. Then I can also make you guys some tuna stir-fried with peppers and suckling pig stir-fried with peppers. How does that sound?"