Yu Wanfeng smiled and said: "Is this what you mean, if you can do it, you can benefit the world at the same time?"
Shen Huaijin shook her head: "I just can't say it."
"You usually plan carefully, and finally the inn has improved a bit, so you can tell your parents, how did you know you encountered this disease."
Yu Wanfeng sighed.
Shen Huaijin also sighed: "Yes, in the next two months, there will be no operating income, and a lot of money will be lost in water, electricity, property, and catering. I'm fine. I have a little money at home. Those who rely on business to support their families are really I don't know how to endure it."
Speaking of this, Yu Wanfeng couldn't help encouraging her: "Huaijin, it's okay, you'll come back after all the money is gone! Live your life first, and you can still earn money. I still have some savings here, and I will transfer it to you later."
"Farewell, I don't know what's going on with your family now? You keep it for yourself, ha." Shen Huaijin thought about it, and then smiled: "Besides, where is a thousand gold enough? Ten thousand gold is enough!"
After laughing, both of them fell silent.
It's not that they don't understand that for some people, illness can kill them. If there is no money, people will die.
It's just that everyone has to bear it.
Shen Huaijin suddenly thought of something, put down the radish in her hand, went around to look for Huo Chengyu, and said, "Huo Chengyu, doesn't your father have a way? Can you collect a batch of masks and donate them to the hospital? Several hospitals have asked the society aid."
Huo Chengyu immersed himself in the game, and said disdainfully: "Why do you care about this? They have nothing to do with you, and they have nothing to do with me. What am I wasting this money for?"
Shen Huaijin was furious, raised her foot and kicked: "Huo Chengyu, why are you so indifferent!"
"I'm not a philanthropist, so what do other people's affairs have to do with me?" Huo Chengyu retorted.
Shen Huaijin was on the brink of explosion.
"Xiao Shen, you are busy."
Xu Qiao is here.
Shen Huaijin suppressed her anger and raised her head: "Well, we are preparing a New Year's Eve dinner. Eat something at noon, and let's celebrate the New Year together in the evening."
Xu Qiao just smiled.
There was some inexplicable emotion in her eyes, which flashed past.
Shen Huaijin couldn't understand.
"Let me help too. But Xiao Shen, can you lend me the scissors? I want to cut my hair."
Xu Qiao asked again.
Yu Wanfeng who was in the kitchen heard it and came out, puzzled: "Sister Xu, your curly hair is so beautiful! Why do you want to cut it?"
Xu Qiao lowered her eyes: "Oh, it's shorter, it's more convenient." She raised her eyes and asked with a smile: "Do you know how to cut your hair? I haven't cut it myself, just cut it casually."
Yu Wanfeng looked at Shen Huaijin, and volunteered: "I learned a trick on Douyin, and I cut it and tried it myself last time, and it was pretty good. Do you want to try it? But I'm afraid it might break, hee hee."
"It's okay, hair will grow back."
Xu Qiao said.
So Yu Wanfeng washed his hands, dried them, went to the storage room, took out a pair of scissors, and found a rubber band.
"This is very simple. Sister Xu, do you have a comb?" Yu Wanfeng asked Xu Qiao.
Xu Qiao nodded and passed the comb over: "I brought it down. Don't I have to sit down?"
In the barber shop, there are rows of sitting, the barber covers a cover cloth, and then cuts the hair with a clatter.
Yu Wanfeng shook her head confidently: "No, no, no. You can just bend over later."
Yu Wanfeng kicked a trash can over and raised her hand to comb Xu Qiao's hair carefully. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com