Chapter 137: 137. Trying hard to persuade Seventh Uncle_1
Folding paper boxes, everyone can do it.
First like this, then like that, and finally like this…
Qiaoqiao was earnest, pressing the paper flat with each fold. Song Tan sat down next to her and casually picked up a colorful flyer to start folding as well.
Seeing this, Aunt Song Hongi watched them, having nothing to fiddle with in her hands, and Seventh Uncle, with a serious look on his face, didn’t speak. After so thought, he reached for a flyer himself.
By the ti Seventh Grandma brought out the tea, what do you know! The old man was sitting there silent, while the three visitors had stacked up a pile of folded paper boxes.
You can’t deny it, there seed to be a magic power to the activity. Qiaoqiao sat there concentrated and ticulous, not showing the slightest impatience.
Song Tan was the sa.
No matter how hurried she was in her heart, folding paper boxes was not going to take just one or two hours. It would be fine as long as they could bring the chef back ho today, no matter if it was in the morning or afternoon.
Aunt Song Hongi started to get anxious, but she had already said all the nice words she could to Seventh Uncle over the past couple of days. Now that the children had co to their door, saying more would make it seem as if the youngsters couldn’t handle matters…
So she simply kept quiet.
Seventh Uncle just watched quietly, until Seventh Grandma gave him a slap on the arm, and then he pretended nothing was amiss and took a sip of tea:
“You’re here for the house, aren’t you?” he asked.
Despite how direct and harsh the question seed, he was actually quite pleased internally.
From the small matters, you can infer the big ones. Folding paper boxes was a way to see these young people’s attitude towards their way of life, and secondly, whether the youngsters had the patience to spend ti with them.
People get older, and they tend to do two things: one is to ramble, going over and over the sa matter. The second is that they get a bit stubborn.
If soone is not compatible, they would frown after just a few words. What’s the point of having them around in old age?
However, Hongi may be stingy, but she’s reliable — look at these two kids, not only do they look charming and vibrant, but they can also sit still and be patient.
And then there’s that simple-minded child. Sure, she’s simple, but not in the usual way; she’s organized, calm and quiet, with nimble hands folding paper boxes.
If she really stayed to help with tasks like washing vegetables and chopping on a cutting board, with so training over ti, she could also do so work.
Upon consideration, Seventh Uncle was imdiately halfway pleased.
Old age brings wisdom. Song Tan had spent her past life in over a hundred years of secluded cultivation and farming, almost like a false elder. But put yourself in their shoes — at that age, everyone likes to be sweet-talked, but it depends on the situation.
For those in need, you have to tell the truth.
She placed the folded paper box she was holding aside, no longer reaching for new flyers. Instead, she spoke sincerely, “Seventh Uncle, I won’t lie to you. I’m not planning to live in the city in the future. Whether you give
the house or not, it doesn’t matter to .”
“You might not believe , but I brought so of our own tea and honey today. Anyone who tries it will understand why I’m so confident,” she added.
“I’m here mainly to invite you to be a chef for my family. We’ve rented a mountain at ho, and there are many people to feed every day. You know my mom — she can handle cooking for the family, but she can’t cope when there are too many guests. I want to find soone to help her out,” she continued.
“As for Qiaoqiao,” she said, and Qiaoqiao looked up at her, “You’ve seen for yourself, she’s both obedient and smart. Back in our ho village, she’s now responsible for beekeeping and making honey. Over ti, it’s a skill that provides a stable life.”
“If you’re willing to work as a chef, we can negotiate the salary. If you’re willing to take her under your wing to lend a hand, we would be imnsely grateful.”
“If you don’t approve, she also has her own work she’s capable of doing. We won’t insist — it all cos down to fate,” she concluded.
Her words were both genuine and earnest. Aunt, listening from the side, felt that her niece spoke confidently and clearly.
Seventh Uncle’s expression didn’t betray his feelings, but inside, he was quite moved. He felt that what the young girl in front of him said carried a sincere intention.
Just like Hongi said, the main reason is wanting to hire a master chef to return ho; everything else is just incidental.
But he’s getting on in years, and now his focus is not so much on his career as it is on taking care of himself in old age.
Especially since the kids are not around, the two of them need to take even better care of themselves.
“You’re quite straightforward, child… I’m old now and won’t beat around the bush with you. After all these years, why would I stay in the city if I’m not comfortable? Isn’t it just for the convenience of seeing a doctor when I get a headache or a fever?”
“If I were to go back to my hotown, and sothing really happened, I couldn’t even find a car to get to the hospital.”
“Moreover, you know, for people of advanced age, headaches and fevers are one thing, but what if I were to fracture an arm or a leg. Soone would need to carry , right?”
One can hire a caregiver to attend to soone in bed, but the arrangents before entering the hospital, that’s sothing a caregiver can’t help with.
It would be convenient only if there were a man in the family.
“Girl, even if I were not considering my old age care and just following you to be a chef, shouldn’t I still think about these things?”
As for Aunt Song Hongi saying, “This girl is strong.”
Seventh Uncle didn’t take it seriously at all.
Being strong enough to do farm work is different from lifting and carrying the elderly.
However, after he had explained his concerns, he saw the girl opposite him smile slightly, her fair cheeks coming alive in an instant as if filled with confidence.
Then the girl placed her hands under the table without any apparent effort, and Seventh Uncle felt a looseness in front of him—
He watched as the solid rosewood round table that had been used for over a decade was effortlessly lifted by her while she remained seated!
This thing must weigh several hundred pounds!
With that strength, wouldn’t picking up the two of them be like picking up chicks?!
Song Tan maintained the floating table with ease, while Qiaoqiao, holding a flyer, exclaid, “It’s higher!”
Then she happily crawled onto it and pressed the flyer flat again.
The table didn’t wobble at all.
Afterward, Song Tan slowly and steadily put the table down again, without making a sound.
Seventh Uncle was becoming restless.
Even if it were his own son coming, he would be in his forties or fifties now; where would he find such strength?
To be blunt, he was worried that his not-so-young son would hurt his back just moving him around!
Taking advantage of the mont, Song Tan asked, “Seventh Uncle, with such strength, are you still worried about not being able to take care of you?”
“As for the inconvenience of seeing a doctor… You’re younger than my grandfather! Speaking of your health, living to ninety is no problem, let alone ninety-nine. That way, you still have twenty or thirty years left. You can’t always live in the city, right?”
“If a person is unhappy, that’s when the ailnts multiply. Feeling good, moving a little in the countryside can actually be more comfortable and contribute to longevity.”
“If you ever feel unwell, just tell . I don’t have to do the farm work myself at ho; I can make ti whenever. Once we drive, we are in the city.”
“Although it’s a bit far, when compared to one’s mood, we ought to pick what’s most important, don’t you think?”
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