After all, although Cheng’s father is not in tune with the rules, he is still a good person. He does not take risks, does not eat, drink, and gamble. It is also good for her, but now it seems that the situation is about to change.

Therefore, Cheng's mother was very anxious.

"What other people's business? Don't worry, I have my own way. It must be a good thing, not a bad thing." Dad Cheng suddenly didn't understand what Mom Cheng meant and waved his hand.

"I heard it before. Liu San asked you to do business together. Who is Liu San? A habitual criminal who steals a lot. What kind of tricks can he have? Don't follow him and you are not allowed to join in his affairs." Cheng's mother said in a hurry that she heard Cheng's father talk to others.

"What am I doing? Didn't I refuse at that time? I looked down on that old guy. Maybe he took the plastic bucket at my doorstep. Can I be with him?" Cheng's father said angrily.

"Yes, then how many days did you say you'll buy a TV?" Cheng's mother looked at Cheng's father's disdain for Liu Sanyi, which was not like a fake. She believed it seven points, but she still had three points of suspicion.

"Don't worry about this matter, it's a good thing anyway, right, son." Cheng's father blinked at Cheng Chen in a silence, as if he was seeking approval.

"Although I don't know what my dad said, I think what my dad said should not be a bad thing." Cheng Chen analyzed with some little adults.

Cheng Chen knew the source of Cheng’s father’s money, so he helped this, and the Cheng family really doesn’t have color TVs or other things now.

It can be said that the biggest appliances in the Cheng family are an old washing machine and lights, and there are no other refrigerators and TVs.

Therefore, Cheng Chen agreed with Dad Cheng's intention to use that money to buy a TV.

"How old are you, you know what a bad thing?" Cheng's mother was amused by Cheng Chen's mature expression, and couldn't help but rub her son's head and smiled.

"I know, mom, don't worry, I will look at dad." Cheng Chen took his mother's hand and said.

"Okay, then you have to look at your dad carefully. Your dad is just out of tune and is not as sensible as my Chenchen." Cheng's mother responded.

"Wife, you're talking nonsense. I'm that kid's father at least." Dad Cheng said dissatisfied.

"Go to cook." Cheng's mother was too lazy to argue with Cheng's father, and waved her hand directly.

"Yes." Dad Cheng nodded and went to cook.

Although Cheng's father is a street shop that does not stand, he has a rare quality that men in Suzhou Province have, that is, they are all housework and can do laundry and cooking. Although they don't take the initiative, Cheng's mother will go when she says that, so it is usually Cheng's father who cooks at home.

By the way, Cheng Chen is from a small town called Shanzhen in Jiangsu Province. This town is extremely unknown. The only good thing is that it is its geographical location close to Anhui Province and Zhejiang Province, and it also produces a large number of nationally renowned purple clay teapots.

Yes, Shanzhen is not famous, but the purple clay teapots it produces are well-known nationwide, which is not contradictory, because if you know purple clay teapots, you only know Yishi, but don’t know the mountain towns below Yishi.

In this small town called Shanzhen, only three types of people were rich in their families during the past two thousand years, namely, making teapots at home, stocking up purple clay mud, and those who have ways to sell teapots.

Moreover, sometimes these three types of people do all three, so such families will naturally be richer.
Chapter completed!