Allow her to be pampered

The shantang opened for several days, and the nearby refugees finally had a place to settle down. Although it was not a safe place to live and enjoy, it could be regarded as a shelter from the wind and rain.

On weekdays, Chi Rong still has to work in the commercial firm, accounting and goods management, and everything must be done, so this management work is divided among several employees and Xiao Liu.

Of course, philanthropic relief is a serious matter after all.

In the meantime, what needs to be carefully handled is not only food safety, but also the issue of capital flow.

According to Wu Qingzhi, it would be best to invite a man of culture to manage it, so that the entry and exit accounts can be seen at a glance.

Ke Shan Tang is not very profitable, although there are some donations from the Shuai Mansion and the Chamber of Commerce, but these revenues are all used to buy rations and medicinal materials for the victims of the disaster, there is nothing left and right.

On that day, after lunch, Wu Qingzhi finished his official duties early, so he accompanied Chi Rong to the Shantang to check.

From the commercial store to the shantang, the distance is neither far nor close, Wu Qingzhi didn't take a car, so he borrowed a staff bicycle to ride.

The clerk probably had children, and a small seat was installed on the back of the bicycle, and Chi Rong just sat in the back seat, allowing Wu Qingzhi to carry her.

As soon as the car moved, Chi Rong immediately hugged Wu Qingzhi's waist.

She buried her small face in Wu Qingzhi's back, and asked in a muffled voice: "Why do I always think that things are always a little bit worse, and things are always not good enough?"

Wu Qingzhi listened, and immediately coaxed in a soft voice: "Chi Rong, what you said is wrong. If Madam is perfect and invincible, how can I have the opportunity to show off as a husband?"

This was probably a joke, but it strengthened their relationship in all directions.

Not only that, but there was a deep confession hidden in it. Chi Rong's face was ashamed, so she hugged Wu Qingzhi's waist even more tightly.

"Chi Rong, please treat me a little more coquettishly."

The breeze was blowing, only Wu Qingzhi's smiling voice came to his ears and fell into his heart.

"Chi Rong, everything depends on me."

So, in the street today, you can see a tall and handsome man, slowly pedaling a small scooter, carrying a pretty girl.

The two of them drove through the alley, showing an indescribable warmth.

Finally arrived at the Shantang, Chi Rong was racking his brains to figure out how to invite him, but unexpectedly, he saw Song Xiaoyuan greeted him with a smile, as if he had good news to announce.

Chi Rong blinked his eyes, leaned forward curiously, and asked, "I'm almost dying of worry about recruiting people. If you have any good news, tell me quickly to make me happy."

Song Xiaoyuan then dragged Chi Rong to the eaves, took out another cardboard box, and carefully opened the box. Inside was a shivering kitten.

Song Xiaoyuan frowned, poked the kitten's head, and said with a smile, "You haven't been here for a few days, so of course you don't know! There was a kid in the shantang who picked up a kitten. Everyone thought it was going to die. Who would have thought that drinking gruel would save her life!"

Chi Rong's heart skipped a beat, and the sockets of his eyes immediately became hot.

She carefully picked up the kitten, but she saw that it was a gaudy tortoiseshell color, its eyelids were still slightly blue, and its cry was tender.

It's amazing that such an insignificant little life is so alive in the palm of your hand.

Chi Rong suddenly choked up, she wiped her eyes indiscriminately, and said, "Wu Qingzhi, I used to feel that I couldn't do anything well, and there was nothing I could do... I'm a very bad person."

Wu Qingzhi rubbed the top of Chi Rong's hair, and even brought him into his arms, hugging him gently.

He lowered his head slightly, stared deeply at Chi Rong's crying face with his smiling phoenix eyes, and said, "Chi Rong, no, you are the best and cutest."

Wu Qingzhi laughed softly, "Chi Rong, you are my baby. Huh?"

For a moment, the two of them were snuggled together, speechless, only Chi Rong's intermittent sobs could be heard.

Right now, the time for eating has passed, only a few refugees came forward to beg for porridge, and the rest have already found a shaded place under the hut to sleep.

Seeing that they were busy, the employees sat behind the boiler, narrowed their eyes, and wanted to take a nap.

However, at this time, a neatly dressed woman came slowly.

This woman's clothes are simple, neither rich nor expensive, neither poor nor cheap, belonging to the middle class, probably not here to donate.

Then, there should be no other intentions.

Unexpectedly, the figure moved closer and closer to the eaves, and when he looked up, it turned out to be a very familiar face.

"Peng, Peng Yiru?"

Chi Rong was surprised, but Peng Yiru had already opened his mouth on the other side.

Peng Yiru bit her lip and asked, "Excuse me, can I ask for a bowl of porridge?"

She still has a thin face, but her skin doesn't have any blood color,
Not only that, the originally plentiful body has also lost weight now.

Peng Yiru saw Chi Rong and Wu Qingzhi, his face froze a little, but he didn't back down.

Chi Rong gave a humming hum, then called for a servant to serve hot porridge, and went straight with her.

Peng Yiru took the porcelain bowl, nodded his thanks, then picked up the bowl and drank it down in one gulp.

Song Xiaoyuan urged repeatedly: "Don't drink in such a hurry! Carefully scalded your tongue and throat!"

It was difficult for Chi Rong to talk to Peng Yiru, and even the two of them looked at each other face to face, which could be regarded as a kind of embarrassment.

She then quietly tugged at the corner of Wu Qingzhi's clothes, as if to leave.

"You are very generous!"

Peng Yiru said suddenly, looking straight at Chi Rong's back, "I'm down and out now, I can't even afford to eat, don't you want to take this opportunity to make trouble!"

Chi Rong heard the sound, but frowned, and retorted: "Don't always think of others so badly!"

While talking, Chi Rong snatched the big spoon, and with a splash, another bowl of hot porridge was served.

"The purpose of my philanthropy is to feed those who are hungry! Who cares where you come from and where you go?"

She slapped the porcelain bowl on the table with a bang, "I'm hungry! You can drink whatever you want with your small belly."

These words are angry, and even more sarcasm.

But Chi Rong is a tough-mouthed and soft-hearted master after all, he scolded harshly, but did not reduce his appetite.

Peng Yiru smiled, then lowered his head, and drank the bowl of hot porridge again.

She wiped the corners of her lips and said, "Then, Boss Chi, can you count the recruitment advertisements you posted on the wall?"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and waved his finger at the signboard outside the Shantang.

But there was a notice posted on it, saying as follows:

Want to hire a manager with a high school diploma or above, who specializes in accounting work, can include board and lodging, and salary is negotiable.

The title Peng Yiru used in this remark surprised Chi Rong.

But he also nodded truthfully, and replied: "Of course it counts, I'm going to recruit a manager now. Why, are you coming?"

Peng Yiru stroked his hair, straightened his appearance, and immediately said seriously: "Exactly."