In the dormitory, Xing Zhe took a disposable water cup and wanted to pour water for his parents. His mother quickly took it and poured it herself, nagging: "This dormitory is too small, like a pigeon cage... This cabinet I don’t know which second-hand market I bought it from, and the bed was squeaky, so I said it would be better to go home..."
Dad's voice sounded very deep, as if he was a little older: "I don't have much work to do when I get home. After the previous massage parlor closed down, there is no decent one left. He is still young. If he doesn't do it now, when will he do it?"
"You keep saying that. I've heard from people that E Town is more developed than ours. When they are busy in the massage parlor, they massage all day long without a break, and they don't even have time to eat..."
"Mom, isn't this a good thing?" Rowan couldn't help but interrupt, "You can only make money if you have work to do. Like before the massage parlor closed down, I stayed in the shop every day without a single customer. That was really hard to do."
"That can't be like this." Mom pulled him over sadly, "Look at these fingers. They weren't like this before I left. Now they're a little deformed... I mean, why don't I give them to you near home?" If you own a store, you can work alone, and whatever you earn is your own, so you don’t have to be so tired..."
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