Chapter 81 Sneak In
Yan Baozhen was standing at the door, ready to go out to the kitchen under the eaves. When she heard the words, she opened the door and said with surprise, "Aunt Guan, why are you here?"

"I was thinking of going to your place tonight."

"Please come in quickly."

"Mrs. Chang, I won't go into the house." The woman in the yard said with a little timidity: "Just give me the dirty clothes, I'll take them away and wash them tonight."

"If the weather is fine tomorrow, I'll send it back to you after it's dried."

"It also saves you the trouble of going back and forth to pick it up."

"Thank you so much!" Yan Baozhen quickly turned around and told Wang Deming, "Deming, change your coat quickly."

"Aunt Guan, Deming has been cleaning the house recently and patrolling at night. The children have also been crawling around in the alleys, so their clothes are very dirty. I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Mrs. Chang, you're welcome. I should do this."

Yan Baozhen packed up Wang Deming's dirty coat and the dirty clothes accumulated at home. Before leaving, she thought for a moment and went to find a lunch box. She went to the kitchen and stuffed two steamed buns and a few pieces of braised meat into the lunch box.

He handed the 4 cents in his hand to Aunt Guan in the courtyard: "Aunt Guan, please don't despise me. These steamed buns are leftovers from lunch at home, and the braised pork is from the pork stall in Beibingmasi Hutong."

"Mrs. Chang, you are too polite. I have already accepted your money. It would be inappropriate to accept food as well."

"Aunt Guan, you came to my house today to take care of me and pick up my clothes. It's just two steamed buns and a few pieces of meat. I think it's worth your courtesy."

".Thank you for the reward."

"Aunt Guan, what thanks, what reward? You're being too polite. We've been neighbors for so many years."

"Yes, yes, then Madam Chang, I'll be back soon. I'll wash the clothes and bring them to you tomorrow."

"Well, thank you for your hard work. Please slow down!"

Yan Baozhen watched Aunt Guan leave, then turned around and brought the steamed buns, braised pork, and pickled cabbage soup that had been warming on the stove from the kitchen to the eight-immortal table in the room, saying, "Deming, eat quickly, eat more, so you don't get hungry again in the middle of the night."

"You get hungry quickly at your age."

At the same time, he looked at Yan Bugui and his son with a smile, and politely drove them away, "Uncle Yan, it's time for dinner, I won't keep you here to make peace. I see that it's time for dinner at your house."

Yan Bugui had not yet recovered from the shock of Yan Baozhen hiring someone to do the laundry. "Ah? What?"

Yan Baozhen continued to smile as she took the teacup from Yan Bugui and said, "Master Yan, you can make peace and go home for dinner!"

"Oh, okay, okay."

Yan Bugui stood up and walked to the door with something in mind. When he found that Yan Jiecheng had not followed him, he frowned, turned around and scolded him, "Jiecheng, go home!"

"Oh!"

"Gudong!" The sound of Yan Jiecheng swallowing his saliva could be heard throughout the house.
Only then did Yan Bugui notice that there were steamed buns and braised meat on the eight-immortals table. His eyes widened, his neck stretched forward subconsciously, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The smile on Yan Baozhen's face faded a bit, and she gently moved to block Yan Bugui's sight, frowning slightly, "Master Yan, you have reconciled, it's time to go home!"

"Oh, oh, okay!"

"Jie Cheng, let's go!"

"Oh." Yan Jiecheng dawdled to the door.

Both the father and the son looked at the meat on the eight-immortals table reluctantly. Yan Bugui looked up at Yan Baozhen and was about to speak when he found that Yan Baozhen's face had turned cold. Her lips moved but she didn't say anything in the end. She lifted the curtain, opened the door and went home.

Yan Baozhen walked to the eight-immortal table, refilled Wang Deming's teacup with water, sat down next to him, and sighed slightly: "Deming, no wonder you didn't let Xiaoru live in this courtyard."

"The neighbor across the front yard who is not even a relative is so tactless."

"The Jia family in the middle courtyard is even more imaginable."

Wang Deming tore the steamed bun in half, put the braised meat in it, and flattened it with both hands to make a Chinese version of a hamburger.

She teased Yan Baozhen with a smile, "Sister, we've been living here for more than half a month, and you're just complaining about being tired?" "I thought you really regarded the Yan family across the street as your relatives?"

Yan Baozhen curled her lips and said self-deprecatingly, "I had this idea at the beginning. We all live in the same courtyard and are related. Wouldn't it be possible for me to take care of you on a daily basis?"

"Who knew that the other party would be so aggressive and never satisfied with taking advantage of others?"

"Okay, when it's time for dinner, come over whenever you get the chance. It's okay once or twice, but why do you do this every time? Has he ever thought about whether other families are willing?"

"Do you still think that you are a nobody in the hospital and you take your position as the third uncle seriously?"

"Now we have to eat meat in secret."

Wang Deming quickly ate two steamed buns, gulped down a bowl of pickled cabbage soup, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and explained with a smile: "Sister, you really got it right."

"It's interesting here. The three elected managers all think they are small cadres."

"If you ask me, you should not give them face next time. We may move away at any time. This place is just a transition. You don't need to get close to them."

"It's easy to do. Go borrow vinegar today, oil tomorrow, and rice and flour the day after. I guarantee he'll avoid you in the future."

"Haha, Deming, go ahead and say something mean!" Yan Baozhen was so amused that she fell backwards and said unhappily, "I can't do such a thing. It's just a few tea leaves at a time. If he wants to drink it, then let him drink it. We have water boiled at home anyway."

"Mom always says that if you try to take advantage of something, you'll end up losing something big."

Yan Baozhen frowned slightly, a trace of worry appeared on her face, and she hesitated to say, "Deming, what I am worried about now is that we have all fallen into this kind of slum. What should we do with Miss Shouchun in the future?"

"Her family must be even more against you two being together now."

"Although Miss Shouchun is avoiding you now, she must still care about you in her heart."

"Love your dog, love your house, otherwise she wouldn't have called Renchun and Yichun home every now and then to ask about you indirectly."

Wang Deming glanced at the time, picked up the teacup and moistened his mouth to get rid of the taste. He raised the corners of his mouth and said confidently, "Sister, don't worry. I heard from Principal Ha of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Continuing Education School that the Ministry of Health will officially issue a document on the TCM examination standards in the near future."

"Once I pass the medical license exam, I will borrow money from my seniors to buy a big house and open a clinic."

"By then, won't the house problem be solved?"

"You've only been studying at the Traditional Chinese Medicine School for such a short time. Can I lend you some money?"

"Haha, sister, you don't know that I'm very popular in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Continuing Education School! During breaks, I'm surrounded by people discussing Western medicine studies."

"Haha, you," Yan Baozhen's brows relaxed, she rolled her eyes at Wang Deming, and said jokingly with a faint smile, "It's good to know what's going on!"

"But as long as you have your own clinic and house, there will be no obstacles between you and Miss Shouchun."

"Are you still a little excited inside? Ehuang and Nvying!"

Wang Deming was now thick-skinned and said shamelessly, "Well, sister, if my novel had not been completed and could have been published earlier, we wouldn't have moved here."

"As for Miss Shouchun's family, they will probably happily marry their daughter off to us as soon as possible."

"Okay, stop talking and get out of here. It's too cold out there. You, the night patrollers, please be careful! Don't rush forward."

"Although it is better than in previous years, it is still not peaceful in the middle of the night and you can hear firecrackers from time to time."

"Okay, sister, don't worry, I'm just a militiaman, just following you around."

"Will you pick up the child later, or wait at home? I would say you should wait at home, so as to avoid the snow on the road outside, which is too slippery."

"Yes, I know. I'll just wait at home."

Wang Deming put on a dog-skin hat, a silk cotton jacket with a front opening, a gray khaki Zhongshan suit jacket, a scarf and gloves, and pushed his phoenix-head carriage from under the corridor and out of the courtyard.

Braving the biting cold wind, we rode towards the Jiaodaokou Police Station in Dongsi Sisi Hutong.

(End of this chapter)