Chapter 16: The Tired Bird Returns to the Nest
"Hahaha!" Li Jinjin couldn't stop laughing, and two lines of tears flowed down.
She stretched out the back of her hand to wipe it: "Your son is the phoenix among people?" It's so funny, do you know what he wants this house to do? ”
"Do what?" Mother Song's heart was excited.
"He owes a lot of debts, all gambling debts, and he wants to sell this house to pay back!" Li Jinjin shouted happily: "It's also a phoenix, it's not even as good as a grass chicken!" ”
She took a deep breath and tried to calm down: "I want to bless you and let this phoenix take you all the way to the Nine Heavens!" ”
"I don't believe it, you poisonous woman! I deliberately came back and wanted to be angry with me, so I won't be fooled! ”
Mother Song's abuse intensified, Li Jinjin stopped staying, she turned around and went downstairs.
She involuntarily walked into the kitchen, and this place had brought her the greatest solace over the years.
When she was in pain, when she was frustrated, when she missed her father, she would stay here all day.
On the spice rack is her homemade chili sauce, pepper salt, pickled kimchi...
These things are inconvenient to carry, and even if they are thrown away, they will not be able to eat again!
She didn't want any of those torn clothes, and the rest of the commemorative things were in the old mansion, so it was better to go there and watch the changes.
Everything is carefully selected by her and purchased by herself. Opening the cupboard, she pulled out a rectangular black plastic box that looked very old.
Standing for a moment, she gently lifted the lid, and inside was a complete set of chef's tools: Chinese kitchen knives, Western kitchen knives, fish slicing knives, meat knives, and carved knives.
Each knife was as bright as a mirror, with sharp edges, and next to it was a crooked carrot carved out of wood, the first thing she carved when she learned to carve.
There is also the first kitchen knife that her father chose for her, which is one size smaller than the average knife, and the handle is made of special waterproof oak wood.
"Have you thought about it? The kitchen is hard work, and it's all men, and it's going to be hard for you as a woman to get ahead in it! Her father asked her solemnly.
As a teenager, she gripped the knife tightly and nodded solemnly.
Time is ruthless, and she did not become a celebrity chef in the end, living up to her father's expectations.
Picking up the photo of the person's face being smeared under the pillow, Li Jinjin put it in his pocket with a long sigh, carried the box, and turned to leave.
The mobile phone buzzed and vibrated non-stop, and Song Qiran had already made more than a dozen calls one after another, and many voices were sent in WeChat.
"Jin Jin, I'll go to the company, they said that it's not enough to have a contract alone, but also a real estate certificate, you can send it to me."
A minute later.
"Jinjin, where are you, I'll go to you, and I'll accompany you to get the real estate certificate."
Li Jinjin was disgusted when she heard his voice, she ignored it and turned off her mobile phone directly.
The old house is located in the center of the city, the bungalow in the alley, a tall plane tree at the door, the palm-sized leaves still have the last trace of green, because the location is too good, there is no way to demolish it, can only tinker, barely live.
Some old neighbors bought a building and moved out of here, and there are also nostalgic people who have lived for decades and like this environment, claiming to be born here and die here.
Compared with villas, Li Jinjin actually prefers this place and is more down-to-earth.
Because of the birthmark on her face, the neighbors have taken good care of her since she was a child.
The yard is divided into scattered pieces, and there are small sheds built everywhere, mostly utility rooms or small kitchens.