Chapter 0313 Spring Festival (Part 2)

Actually, Father Zhao himself knew that, in a strict sense, he was not a qualified operator—after all, no boss would spend all day in the mall, occasionally helping to move goods.

But he just liked doing it, chatting with those workers, talking with them, always getting first-hand information.

Mother Zhao was the same; there were even people in the mall who didn't know she was the boss's wife and thought she was a janitor.

"Beibei, be good. Big brother will take you to find mommy now." Zhao Fusheng checked the time; it was getting late, and there were hardly any customers left in the supermarket.

He glanced at Fan Baobao and instructed, "Go call my parents back. It's about time; let's go home."

Fan Baobao looked up at the time: "There's less than an hour until closing. Let's wait a bit longer."

"Wait for what? It's New Year's; let's go home." Zhao Fusheng said irritably.

This girl was also a clueless one, only thinking about making money.

Soon Mother Zhao and Li Yuan came back first. Li Yuan reached out to pick up her little daughter and said with a smile to Zhao Fusheng, "What's the matter? In a hurry?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly: "Auntie, you are the bosses, not employees. If you keep rushing to do so many things, how can the people under you work?"

"Ah?"

Li Yuan and Mother Zhao looked at each other in bewilderment; how could helping with the work be wrong?

Zhao Fusheng sighed: "Think about it—others won't say anything, but if you do the janitor's job, they naturally do less. Won't they feel in their hearts that their own work isn't good enough? Will they be afraid of being fired?"

Mother Zhao and Li Yuan were dumbfounded. At that moment, Father Zhao walked in, covered in dust. Zhao Fusheng was even more helpless: "Dad, I know you like chatting with those people, but if you keep helping out like this, what about Uncle Chen and the others? They're in charge of purchasing and transportation. By doing this, are you showing distrust or do you have some other idea?"

The elders were all stunned, never expecting that there was such reasoning behind it.

But it had to be said that Zhao Fusheng was not wrong at all.

"So you mean we should just leave like this?" Mother Zhao looked at Zhao Fusheng strangely.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Of course. Tomorrow morning you and Aunt Li can come to reconcile the accounts. With surveillance and the system, there won't be any mistakes."

Running a mall was never this troublesome. How could his own parents be like workers, busy all day? They made money, but their bodies were worn out too.

If that were the case, Zhao Fusheng would rather go out and start a business himself.

For him, making money was certainly important, but his parents' health was more important—there was no doubt about that.

Zhao Fusheng would never allow the situation of wanting to care for his parents when they were no longer there to happen to him.

"Alright, alright. Let's go home for the New Year."

Father Zhao laughed heartily and said to everyone, "I'll go get the car. We'll ride home."

At this hour, there were definitely no buses, and taxis were scarce. Most taxis at this time were either Jettas or Xialis; the fare wasn't cheap, and one car certainly couldn't fit so many people.

So Father Zhao decided to drive his newly purchased vehicle to take the family back.

Looking at the Jinbei van in front of him, Zhao Fusheng's eyebrows twitched, and he glanced helplessly at his father: "Dad, next time you buy a car, please let me know."

"What's wrong?" Father Zhao looked at his son with a puzzled expression.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, said nothing, but felt very helpless.

But to be honest, even sitting in a van, he felt more comfortable than sitting in a Mercedes or BMW in his previous life—it was a particularly joyful feeling.

In a lifetime, there are many happy moments, but the happiest is undoubtedly being with family.

Back home, Mother Zhao and Li Yuan went to the kitchen. Zhao Fusheng glanced at Fan Baobao, who wanted to help, chuckled, and said nothing.

Father Zhao was a bit puzzled: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Nothing. I guess you'll understand in a little while."

Hearing his son's words, Father Zhao was completely confused, but he still nodded, turned on the TV, and the father and son watched the Spring Festival Gala together.

The Spring Festival Gala at this time was still quite interesting; at least the programs were somewhat thoughtful. Although viewers complained every year, no matter what, they would definitely stay in front of the TV to watch.

Although Zhao Fusheng's family came back a bit late, for a gala lasting over four hours, being twenty minutes late didn't matter much.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng knew that Zhou Feifei and Liu Dehua were both going to be on the Spring Festival Gala this year.

He just didn't know if the programs they performed were also the ones he was familiar with.

Interestingly, Zhao Fusheng found that he had never seen any of the programs performed at the Spring Festival Gala; they were completely different from the Spring Festival Gala content he had seen in his previous life.

In other words, for him, this gala was full of novelty, just like for everyone else.

Sitting there watching the gala with interest, occasionally teasing Fan Beibei in his arms and exchanging views on the programs with his father, Zhao Fusheng felt that life was truly wonderful.

And just over ten minutes later, with a few exclamations, Fan Baobao was driven out by Mother Zhao and Li Yuan.

"What's wrong with Baobao?" Seeing Fan Baobao pouting, Father Zhao asked curiously.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and didn't say a word. He watched as Fan Baobao's face turned red, and she said embarrassedly, "Um, I mixed up the soy sauce and vinegar..."

Father Zhao blinked, his gaze shifting to Zhao Fusheng, clearly asking for an explanation.

After all, during this time, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao had been living under the same roof. They couldn't have been eating out every day. Could it be that his son had been getting by like this?

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Dad, I can cook myself, thank you."

"Ah?" Father Zhao was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Uncle..." Fan Baobao naturally understood what Father Zhao meant, and her face instantly turned red. She playfully tugged at Father Zhao's shoulder.

"Alright, alright, Uncle won't laugh, Uncle won't laugh." Father Zhao suppressed a smile, then looked at Fan Baobao and said, "It's okay. Since Fusheng can cook, you won't go hungry. It's fine."

"Exactly! He always refuses to cook for me." Fan Baobao nodded emphatically, then looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Now see if you'll cook or not. If you don't, I'll call Uncle."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly, watching Fan Baobao make a triumphant face at him, too lazy to complain about her.

Outside the window, the sounds of firecrackers and fireworks came and went. Colorful fireworks burst in the sky, dotting the night. Not far away, the moon hung high in the sky, overlooking the mortal world.

Zhao Fusheng felt that this was perhaps the flavor of the New Year he had been longing for.