Huang listened to Su Facai and He Ximei’s conversation and was quite pleased.
He glanced at Su Xiaofeng.
The young girl had a slender waist like a willow, her hair tied high, with delicate skin and tender flesh, at the flowering age, which made this old man’s heart ripple.
He narrowed his eyes and spoke lightly, “Right, I will certainly acknowledge the compensation.
Here’s what we’ll do—Yu, the manager, find some people to send Su the old lame back, and let this girl come with me so I can discuss the compensation with her.”
Upon hearing this, the manager immediately nodded to several workers who lifted Su the old lame down the mountain.
He Ximei tugged at Xiaofeng, “Xiaofeng, let’s go home together; we can talk about the compensation later.”
“Don’t, let’s talk about it now,” Mr.
Huang’s face showed a triumphant expression.
Wasn’t the young girl resenting him?
Today he would show her what it’s like to have him make the devil turn the millstone.
“Right, it’s best to clear up this matter of compensation now, lest it becomes unclear later.
This girl is Su the old lame’s daughter and a scholar, making her the most suitable to discuss with Mr.
Huang.” Since Su the old lame’s condition was not bad, and it was a young girl discussing with Mr.
Huang, compensating a thousand or two would suffice.
“Auntie, you go back first; I actually want to hear what Mr.
Huang has to say to me,” Su Xiaofeng stood there, her tall and slender figure making one want to look a little longer.
Ye Cheng saw his grandfather return and looked up nonchalantly, “Old man, did you go out to see a patient?”
“Indeed, someone at the mine was injured, and I went to take a look,” Grandfather glanced at the fish in the kitchen, “Who has cut up my fish?
I was planning to steam it whole.”
Steaming it, steaming it whole is tasty.
Look at this fish, all cut into small pieces; how could it be used for steaming?”
Wu Ershun, hanging his head, glanced over, “Grandfather, I had someone chop it.”
“Alright, I’ll braise it for lunch then,” Grandfather, having just returned from seeing a patient, immediately forgot all about it, ready to start cooking.
“Old man,” Ye Cheng knelt by the stove to make fire for his grandfather, “It seems the patient isn’t severely injured.”
“When have you ever cared about the medical visits?” Grandfather didn’t look at Ye Cheng, speaking to himself, “It looked severe, but it was nothing serious.”
Thinking this, Grandfather slapped his forehead, “Oh my, I should have exaggerated the condition of the injury.
That way, the family of the injured could have demanded more money from the responsible party.”
He handed the firewood to Wu Ershun, “You help Grandfather with the fire, I have to step out.”
Wu Ershun looked at the firewood in his hands, at a loss, “Brother Cheng, I don’t know how to make fire.”
In the city, everyone was using gas stoves now; who still used these old stoves?
To use this old stove, and then to make fire in it, how could he know how?
Upon hearing this, Grandfather’s beard nearly flipped, “How can you be so foolish, not knowing how to make a fire, just shove the wood into the stove isn’t that simple?”
“?” Wu Ershun stretched out his hand and shoved a thick and large log inside.
Because of Wu Ershun’s sudden and rough action, the fire in the stove went out completely.
“What a foolish boy, you’re really killing me,” Grandfather saw the fire go out in the stove, so frustrated that his beard almost flipped up again.
“Grandfather, I told you I didn’t know how,” Wu Ershun protested.
“If you don’t know, learn, nobody is born knowing everything,” Grandfather squatted in front of the stove, picked up a bamboo tube, and blew into the stove, “Learn this.”
The bamboo tube had been cleared of its knots; a gentle blow was like a gust of wind sweeping into the stove, rekindling the dying sparks.
Wu Ershun imitated Grandfather, picked up the bamboo tube, and blew into the stove.
A cloud of dust flew towards his face.