Choose, be a worker!

Under the driver's incredulous gaze, Chen Qianqian reacted to what she had just said, and hurriedly buried her head in Qin Tian's coat with a red face.

Chen Qianqian said a word, and she couldn't talk to the driver directly.

The young man just now looked like he was in his early 20s at most, and this girl looked almost 20, how could the two be father and daughter.

"Damn, young people are really good at playing lately!" The

muscles on the driver's face twitched a few times, and he didn't ask any more, turning his attention to driving.

Soon, the taxi came to a steady stop on the side of a cluttered road.

This is the most depressed place in Jianghai City, a small community with very low rents.

It is surrounded by low-rise red brick bungalows, and there are even tin houses for a dollar a day for rent.

Rent in Jianghai City is extremely expensive, and most of the people who live here are migrant workers who come to Jianghai City from other places.

Although the traffic here is inconvenient, the environment is dirty and messy, and the public security is still very bad, it is completely an unsightly slum.

However, the housing prices here are extremely low, and most of the outsiders who come to Jianghai City to work will also choose to live here.

Chen Qianqian hugged the barbecue with a little residual warmth, put on Qin Tian's coat, and walked towards the alley with a happy humming song.

It wasn't until she was about to arrive at the place where she lived that Chen Qianqian's happy appearance gradually became lonely.

She and her mother lived in a mud house made of red bricks, the walls looked cracked, and there was a large demolition letter sprayed with red paint on it.

Under the big tree outside the earthen house, several neighbors were speaking in dialects they didn't understand, and they were in a pile of hot fights with the landlord.

It wasn't until Chen Qianqian walked in that these lively neighbors gradually quieted down, and their eyes looking at Chen Qianqian were full of disgust and disdain.

A few shirtless uncles even pointed at Chen Qianqian, speaking some dialects she didn't understand.

In the past, Lehi's group of people often rushed in with ghost fires to find Chen Qianqian to go out to wave, and at the same time, they were also very disturbing to the people.

Chen Qianqian's previous dress was very sloppy, and the surrounding residents naturally regarded her as a sneaky and slippery gangster like Li Hai's group.

No matter what era it is, adults despise this kind of girls who don't love themselves, and subconsciously feel that they follow a group of riffraff all day long and have nothing to do, stealing chickens and dogs everywhere.

Feeling the gaze of this group of people, Chen Qianqian was in a low mood and a little irritable at the same time.

If it had been before, when Chen Qianqian was alone, she might have quickened her pace and quickly escaped from their disdainful gaze and went home.

But today, Chen Qianqian didn't know why she had an inexplicable confidence in her heart, and she kept staring at this group of people with disdain.

Even when going up the stairs, Chen Qianqian stretched out her middle finger and gestured fiercely at the group of people.

Of course, Chen Qianqian's personality is also relatively cowardly, and when she ran back to the door quickly, Chen Qianqian felt her heart pounding and pounding.

After looking back and seeing that no one had caught up, Chen Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, took out the small key in a happy mood, and opened a small green lock on the door.

In those days, the burglar-proof facilities of such buildings were very rudimentary, and small locks that thieves could pick at the first glance were also everywhere in this area.

Chen Qianqian's place is very small, only 30 square meters, and the monthly rent is 150 yuan, not counting the water and electricity bills.

Although the room is small, it is very clean and tidy, and all kinds of simple tables and chairs in the room are also polished.

Chen Qianqian pulled the red line hanging by the door, and the bright yellow light instantly spread all over the house, and the spotless cement floor even had reflections.

There is no water heater at home, so if you want to take a bath, you can only use hot and fast boiling water.

Chen Qianqian, who was covered in mud, first used a plastic bucket to make a bucket of water, and after putting it in the heat quickly, she began to wash rice and cook rice, open the gas canister, and heat the leftovers from last night.

Her mother doesn't get off work until 1 a.m. every night, and Chen Qianqian comes back every day to prepare the meal in advance.

Like most children from poor families, Chen Qianqian, who has been dependent on her mother since she was a child, basically knows all kinds of housework.

Sometimes the electrical equipment at home is broken, and Chen Qianqian can take out a big toolbox and spend a long time repairing it.

This is not a lot of skills, this is only for people at the bottom of society, the most basic survival skills.

The people at the bottom of society in this era, under the great pressure of life, are like this.

After heating up the leftovers, Chen Qianqian opened the rice cooker with a little rust again, took out the bunches of barbecue that Qin Tian gave her, and neatly placed them on the freshly steamed rice, using the heat of the rice to keep warm.

After everything was almost done, the bath water was boiled.

After Chen Qianqian carried a bucket full of hot water into the bathroom, she looked at the time, her mother was about to get off work.

Chen Qianqian brought another plastic bucket filled with water, continued to heat it up as quickly as possible, and then entered the bathroom and began to take a shower.

Although Chen Qianqian often disagrees with her mother, she is also very disgusted with this long-winded mother.

No matter how you say it, Chen Qianqian also loves her, after all, she is the woman who brought Chen Qianqian up from a young age, and the only pillar of the family.

After taking a shower, Chen Qianqian walked out of the bathroom humming a pleasant and cheerful song, took out the dishes and chopsticks from the container, and prepared to eat dinner.

There are no pajamas at home, and after taking a shower, Chen Qianqian is wearing a blue shirt and jeans, which is also the clothes she will wear when she goes to work tomorrow.

Turning on the rice cooker and looking at the barbecue with red oil on top of the rice, Chen Qianqian pursed her lips and her throat moved a few times.

However, she still pushed the barbecue to the side with a rice spoon, scooped a few spoonfuls of the steaming rice underneath, and then sat on the wooden table with Bai Zhenzhen's rice, gobbling up yesterday's leftovers.

After eating, wash the dishes and chopsticks.

After Chen Qianqian covered the leftovers with a food cover again, she hugged Qin Tian's coat and stepped on cheap crystal slippers, and sneakily returned to her room.

Chen Qianqian's room is very small, with all kinds of strange things, and there are several posters of killing Matt's stars on the cracked walls before.

In this era, many TV stations broadcast various idol dramas sought after by girls, and most girls like the little fresh meat in it very much, and the same is true for Chen Qianqian.

When she was obsessed with idol dramas, Chen Qianqian also reluctantly cut her love, and spent more than 50 yuan to buy a second-hand signed poster of the actor of the idol drama and paste it on the wall.

After being discovered by her mother at that time, the two had a big quarrel over it.

But when she came back yesterday, Chen Qianqian tore off all these posters and threw them away.

When she threw the poster in the trash, her mother was dumbfounded.