Rebirth Of The Best Businesswoman At School - Chapter 335 - Plan
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Chapter 335 - Plan

Chapter 335: Plan

Jian Ai didn’t go home directly. She had been busy helping Chen Jin for the entire morning, and since it was lunchtime, she was hungry. Therefore, she went straight to her aunt w.a.n.g Yunzhi’s house, wanting to have lunch.

The gate of the fenced courtyard was wide open. w.a.n.g Yunzhi was collecting clothes in the yard. Seeing this, Jian Ai called out, “Aunt!”

w.a.n.g Yunzhi stopped what she was doing and turned around. When she saw Jian Ai, she quickly smiled and said, “Xiao Ai is here. Have you eaten?”

“No, I’m here to ask for a meal!”

Jian Ai smiled and entered the yard.

w.a.n.g Yunzhi couldn’t help but laugh when she heard that. “Silly child, is there a need to say that? Come inside fast. There’s chicken stew in the pot. We’ll eat soon.”

Jian Ai had long smelled the fragrance of the chicken, and it aroused the craving in her stomach. She immediately nodded and quickly entered the house.

“Xiao Ai is here!”

w.a.n.g Yunzhi’s house was smaller than Jian Ai’s house. The moment she entered, she was already in the kitchen. At this moment, Yao Feng was pouring sliced potatoes into the pot to stew with the chicken.

Seeing Yao Feng, Jian Ai couldn’t help but be stunned. Usually, her uncle wasn’t at home during the day. He had to work at the freight station and didn’t have a rest day.

Therefore, Jian Ai was a little surprised to see her uncle. She regained her senses and quickly called out, “Uncle!”

The last time Yao Feng saw Jian Ai was when w.a.n.g Yunfa got married. When he looked at Jian Ai, he couldn’t help but smile. “It’s been almost a month. Xiao Ai has grown taller again!”

It was not a compliment because Jian Ai also realized that she had grown taller. A few days ago, she had specially measured her height. Now, she was 1.65 meters tall at fourteen years old.

Jian Ai nodded. “I grew taller!”

Yao Feng called Jian Ai into the house to look for Jiachi to play. However, as Yao Feng walked, Jian Ai noticed that her uncle seemed to be limping today.

“Uncle, what’s wrong with your leg?” Jian Ai frowned and couldn’t help but show concern.

Yao Feng couldn’t help but sigh at how meticulous Xiao Ai was. However, he smiled and said, “It’s fine. I sprained it.”

Coincidentally, w.a.n.g Yunzhi came in after putting away the clothes. When she heard this, she said, “He was carrying a log at the freight station the other day and accidentally sprained it. Otherwise, why would your uncle be at home in the middle of the day? He needs to recuperate for a while.”

Yao Feng was a man who could endure hards.h.i.+ps. The things that entered the freight station every day were different. Sometimes, they were wood, and sometimes, they were fruits and appliances. In the winter, they even had to carry coal bags. This work that required strength could hurt one’s muscles and bones if one were not careful. It was horrifying.

Two years ago, a freighter was killed at the freight station because of a collapse of goods. Yao Feng was at the scene then.

However, there was no choice. Yao Feng was not cultured and did not have any other skills. The only thing he had was strength. Although the job was tiring and dangerous, it was good that he earned quite a bit. Occasionally, he would encounter a lot of freight trains entering the station, and Yao Feng could earn more than two thousand yuan a month.

Her aunt and uncle talked about the injuries so easily as if they were already used to it, but Jian Ai couldn’t think like them.

In this world, other than her mother and brother, her aunt’s family was one of the most important people in Jian Ai’s heart.

She didn’t show anything on her face, but Jian Ai had already started to plan in her heart. She wanted to find a suitable position for her uncle in the company so he could be helpful and improve his family’s life.

When she entered the house, Jiachi was doing his homework.

“Sister.”

Jian Ai sat down beside Yao Jiachi. Seeing that the fountain pen in his hand was from a small shop, she couldn’t help but ask, “Where’s the fountain pen I bought for you when we went to Macau? Why didn’t you use it?”