Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 139.2

Before she finished speaking, Seventh Granduncle became wary:

“What salary? Didn’t we agree that you would give me a share of your good stuff? As long as it’s enough for the two of us, that’s enough. If I need more, I’ll pay for it myself.”

His son might not come back, but he was still his son. Anything good should be sent to him.

Seventh Granduncle wasn’t foolish. These things, if sold individually, were worth much more than any salary!

He had a house and savings of his own; why would he need so much money? Good things were much more practical.

Everyone understood the logic.

But Qiao Qiao still needed Seventh Granduncle to teach him with care, didn’t he? Even if Seventh Granduncle had a good temperament, what if he lost his temper and hit or scolded Qiao Qiao too harshly? Should they intervene on the spot just because the child was learning a skill?

And what if Qiao Qiao, being naive, accidentally fought back… not to mention that the old couple was already in their sixties!

It was better to establish a good relationship upfront.

“Oh, come on,” Song Tan smiled generously, “if I don’t pay you, how will I be able to hire anyone else in the future?”

“But, as Seventh Granduncle said, I’ll keep a share of the good stuff for you. As for the salary, I really can’t offer too much right now —”

“It’s just us, plus the two of you, so there’ll be no more than ten people eating in total. And during busy times, we’ll only need more lunch prepared.”

“Three thousand yuan a month — it’s not much money, just a token amount. Is that acceptable?”

“Of course, it’s acceptable!”

Seventh Granduncle’s wife readily agreed:

“Judging by this old man’s look, your stuff can’t be bad. If it were for sale, you’d easily make three thousand yuan. It’s just a formality.”

Then she spoke more seriously: “Tan Tan, since we’re coming back with you, we won’t sugarcoat things. As long as we’re well taken care of in our old age, the house is yours to do with as you please. My son has already notarized that he doesn’t want it.”

“Okay.”

This time, Song Tan did not refuse; she agreed first, putting the old couple at ease:

“With a house there, you could sell it for at least a million. If anything comes up, just let me know.”

“If not for your skills, I’d still have to consider the house, wouldn’t I?”

Upon hearing this, the old couple, whose hearts had been unsettled, suddenly felt at peace.

Indeed, they had their skills, and the house was steady; the days ahead could only be good!

For a moment, everyone in the car felt uplifted.

Only Qiao Qiao suddenly raised his head, “Will I be learning to cook with Seventh Granduncle in the future?”

Song Tan suddenly realized that while they had arranged everything, they had forgotten to ask for Qiao Qiao’s opinion.

She asked seriously, “Yes, that’s what I have in mind. What do you think, Qiao Qiao?”

Qiao Qiao lowered his head, squeezing the colorful clay in his hands back and forth:

“Qiao Qiao likes learning things. But…”

He lifted his head with tears welling up in his eyes:

“Sister, didn’t you say you would take me to watch Ultraman? I’ve earned a lot of money recently, didn’t spend it frivolously, and didn’t watch Peppa Pig. I also did my work — so, when can I watch Ultraman?”

He burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably:

“Qiao Qiao, Qiao Qiao has waited so long… sob sob sob…”