Urban Soldier

Chapter 22 Expense Issues

Lin Ling pointed to the piano in the corner of the living room and suddenly said, "Let's play a song and see how strong my future teacher is?"

"Aren't you going to learn to draw?" He Chen was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully.

"It's very boring to do one thing alone. Isn't it a pleasant thing to enjoy some music while painting?" Lin Ling looked at Xiao Yue's smiling face, and there was a smell of conspiracy.

"That's good." He Chen nodded with a smile, got up and walked to the piano, but he smiled bitterly in his heart. Fortunately, he knew this thing. If he had to change to an ordinary person, he really couldn't cope with it. No wonder he changed 27 teachers in half a year. He gently held the keys with both hands, and a string of pleasant notes sounded. Lin Ling leaned on the sofa, pricked up her ears to listen and looked. He Chen's eyes kept turning.

"Cousin, why did you give birth to such a baby bump?" As soon as Qin Ke entered the kitchen, he reported the situation to Ding Meng with a smile.

"Alas! I almost made her worry to death. You said that your brother-in-law and I were quite normal. Why did you give birth to such a strange daughter? Ding Meng shook her head with a wry smile. She knew her daughter's surname better than anyone else. If her daughter hadn't shown genius wisdom, she would not have tossed with her.

" By the way, what do you have to do with Xiaochen? I think Xiaochen is a good person." Gossip is the heavenly surname of every woman. She was just worried about her daughter. In a blink of an eye, she cared about other things.

"Ber than the enemy." Qin Ke thought for a moment. She really didn't know what the relationship between her and He Chen should be. By the way, she briefly talked about what happened with He Chen.

"You feel uncomfortable if you don't do it for a day, right? If you are a timid person, I guess you are too scared to continue to go to school. Maserati is so incompared!" Ding Meng stared at Qin Ke with a smile. She even knew who her cousin was than her parents.

"It's a collision! When I went to the car, I wiped it with a damp cloth and lit the oil. It was free, but I felt that it was coming, and I had to let others make some money, so I did an advanced care. If Qin Ke doesn't think so, if He Chen hears it, she will definitely be dumped.

"Who met you!" Ding Meng didn't go on, but shook her head with a smile. Hearing the sound of the piano from the living room, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, "Xiaochen's piano talks well!"

"Listen sloppy, I don't know much about this thing." If it were someone else, Qin Ke would definitely say, "Hmm! It's quite good," but now it's He Chen, so let's say something else. Ding Meng smiled and didn't reveal her mind.

"Papa!" At the end of the song, Lin Ling gave a monotonous applause, "It tastes good. Now it's time to start working. Let's draw a plate of fried rice with eggs."

"Do you want to learn oil painting?" He Chen was stunned again.

Lin Ling shook her head and said, "No, traditional Chinese painting."

"Chinese painting plate egg fried rice?" He Chen asked suspiciously.

"That's right, I want to understand 'qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, star divination'. Isn't it difficult?" Lin Ling looked up at He Chen and dared to brag in front of him. She simply didn't know how to write the dead word. Her little witch's name was not for nothing.

"No problem, bring pen, ink, paint and paper." He Chen understands that this little guy is deliberately making things difficult for herself. It seems that she won't show her some color today. She doesn't know the depth of heaven and earth.

Put up the rice paper and adjust the paint. He Chen thought about what egg fried rice looked like in his mind and applied it quickly. More than ten minutes later, a plate of attractive egg fried rice appeared in front of Lin Ling. Lin Ling couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of water, and there was a trace of admiration and envy in his heart. From the bottom of his heart, it was completely Accept the fact that He Chen is a teacher.

"It's sloppy. Now let's talk about the treatment. My pocket money is not much. Uncle, how much are you going to charge for an hour?" Lin Ling's big eyes looked at He Chen flickeringly.

"I really don't know about this." He Chen hesitated for a moment and explained the truth honestly. He had already expected to find a part-time tutor for the mainstream of college students, but he didn't inquire about the charging problem.

Lin Ling immediately opened her mouth and said, "A white-collar worker in Haizhou City, the monthly salary should be about 5,000 yuan. Even if it is 5,000 yuan, 22 days a month, 8 hours a day, then it is 28.4 yuan per hour. Uncle, in your special situation, even if it is 30 yuan per hour."

He Chen was a little surprised. If it hadn't been prepared for the words, or had calculated before, Lin Ling's mental arithmetic ability would have been very strong. He Chen didn't know the price, and he knew that it was not such an algorithm. "No problem, I'm not a white-collar worker. I earn less, so we will go to class for 4 hours a day, and my monthly income is 2 500 is ready."

"I'm afraid it's a little difficult. I only learn to draw from 6:30 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. on one, three and five, and there are other arrangements for other times." It was absolutely strange for a child to say such a thing seriously, but from Lin Ling's mouth, He Chen felt so natural and normal.

"Ha ha! As far as I know, the price of tutors is about 100 yuan. Having never eaten pork, He Chen finally remembered that the pig ran. In high school, many students experienced a difficult night tutoring career. Long Chang Chang heard the complaint that more than 100 yuan was given to him as pocket money. His learning efficiency was definitely higher than that of hiring a tutor.

Lin Ling saw that the conspiracy was exposed and simply said, "Double, 60."

"100." He Chen didn't expect that one day he would sit with the children to bargain.

"80, pull it down if it doesn't work." Lin Ling took another step and told He Chen that this was the last concession.

"Deal!" One big and two small palms clapped together, making a crisp laugh.

"Hahahahaha!" Lin Ling suddenly laughed, and there was an unconcealed trace of pride in the laughter. He Chen was a little inexplicable. Qin Ke just came out and asked doubtfully, "Little beauty, what are you laughing at?"

"My mother gave me an estimated fee of 150 yuan per hour. My uncle kindly only charged me 80 yuan, and the remaining 70 yuan is my pocket money." Lin Ling did not shy away from accounting. He Chen's depression and was fooled again. Qin Keqiang suppressed a smile and looked at He Chen, "Eat. It's normal to suffer losses under this little ghost. She will lie at the age of three."

"Xiaochen, don't be polite. Just treat them as if you are at home. A few home-cooked dishes are average. Let's eat some alive." Ding Meng gave He Chen a bowl of soup and said warmly.

"Thank you, Sister Ding! Since you are sitting on this table, you won't be polite. Looking at the appearance of this dish, it's appetizing, but Sister Lao Ding took a lot of effort. He Chen was not pretentious. Obviously, he didn't eat, and he was also carefully prepared. If you don't eat it again, you will be too ignorant. Six dishes and one soup, three meat and three vegetables are matched. It sounds and looks extremely tempting. A dish pays attention to color and fragrance. Now it reflects the essence of 5 points, but the taste must not be bad. He Chen tasted it one by one and nodded without saying a few words of praise. Please collect it and ask for tickets!

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