CHAPTER 294: CHAPTER 293: ONLY YOU KNOW THE TASTE OF MISSING

The family of three had dinner, and Mom washed some fruits, mooncakes, and mung bean cakes, then went to the back yard pavilion to enjoy the moon.

"Brother, did you deliver the things to Sister Mu Qing?" Lin Wan asked with concern while Mom was back in the house.

"I delivered them, I sent them to her this morning."

The two chatted for a bit without delving deeper because Mom quickly returned.

The three of them ate fruit and chatted for a while, then talked about Brother’s impending graduation.

"After this winter, there will be fewer classes next semester, mainly focusing on the thesis. The job allocation won’t become apparent until next semester."

Now after university graduation, there’s still guaranteed job placement, soon it will be self-selected employment.

"On my end, learning will conclude by the end of the year. Among my classmates, those with connections have already found places to enter units themselves. Originally, they came here to study because of those connections." Liang Hongmei sighed.

"Mom, we won’t go to a unit. Later, when the store expands, the business will grow, and the accounts will be more. Our family still counts on you to handle the finances." Teaching Mom was not for entering a unit.

"That’s true, we’re just aiming for a diploma. Once she graduates, Mom will be a diploma holder too. An educated person."

The mention of an "educated person" made the two children laugh uncontrollably.

Looking at her pair of children, Liang Hongmei smiled happily. If their dad were here, today would be even more complete.

Guozhi, where exactly are you? Are you dead, or living somewhere in this world? If you’re alive, why don’t you come and find me and the children?

Why!

Mid-Autumn night is the night of longing; this night, Lin Wan buried herself in the blanket and cried.

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Mom’s morning market business started again. After trying at the home gate for two days without much effect, she moved to the front street.

The business improved a lot, people here had some money and were willing to eat. In the morning, when hurried for work, sometimes they don’t want to cook, and having sales right at the doorstep fits well. Cheap and tasty, they’re happy to spend money.

This made Mom very happy, now the morning market sells much more than before.

Occasionally, she would sell leftover fish and shrimp from the shop, and the business would unexpectedly do well.

She could earn a dozen yuan in one morning. Several hundred a month, how incredible.

This made Mom really happy.

Lin Wan was no longer sleeping in late, she set an alarm in the morning to help Mom make fried rice cakes and flatbreads.

This Sunday, Hu Dong came over with a dozen pounds of millet, "Mom asked me to bring this to you, Dad’s unit distributed it. It’s great for cooking porridge."

"Why bring me so much? I’m home alone, can’t finish so much."

"There’s more at home, Saozi, don’t be so polite. I might need to ask you for advice on money-making matters later."

Lin Wan glanced at him, crossed her arms, and examined him, "Thinking about making money all the time at such a young age, how are your grades?"

Hu Dong looked worried for a moment but obediently handed over his test papers to Lin Wan, scratched his head with a bitter face, "I’ve been working very hard, thought this time would surely be good." Who would’ve guessed...

Lin Wan looked at the paper scored over fifty, another one over sixty. Very helpless.

Even this was the result of his hard efforts, getting such scores was already not bad.

"Saozi, you can’t not teach me. I’ve always been at this level since childhood; it’s only because my sister woke up early and stayed up late for two months to tutor me that I barely got into high school." Who doesn’t want to study well? But he just doesn’t have that talent. He will work hard in the future.