Old Zhang wouldn’t stay for dinner.
"No, I have urgent matters to attend to at home, so I’ll pass on dinner this time. I have to go back today."
One absolutely refused to stay for dinner, while the other was desperately pulling him.
From a distance, Rong Yan shook her head, observing that the Chinese culture of insisting on sharing meals was truly strong.
In the end, Old Zhang managed to extract himself and leave.
Rong Wenming was left wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Dad, what did Mr. Zhang come here for?"
Rong Wenming glanced sharply at his daughter. "Don’t be disrespectful, call him Uncle Zhang."
Rong Yan: ...
That’s not the point, is it?
The mother and daughter hadn’t heard their conversation, so they didn’t know what Mr. Zhang had come for.
They were both curious.
After all, him coming here must mean there was something important.
Seeing the two inquisitive looks, Rong Wenming said,
"Actually, Mr. Zhang came today to ask about my health, whether I could cope if I were working. There’s a position available at the agricultural machinery station, he asked if I wanted it."
Rong Yan: ...
Honestly, she wasn’t too keen on her dad working. After all, the money she was earning now was enough to provide for their retirement.
She was about to talk him out of it, but when she saw the look in his eyes, she knew he was thrilled at the prospect of working, so she swallowed the words about to leave her lips.
She turned instead to see what her mother thought.
Madam Rong: "Work? A job at the agricultural machinery station? How much per month?"
Rong Yan: ...
It seemed her mom was actually quite supportive of her dad working.
"If I take it, I’d be a technician, and I would get 45 yuan a month."
As soon as Madam Rong heard it was 45 yuan a month, she said, "With such a high salary, of course you should go. Why not? You still have many years ahead of you if it wasn’t for the accident last year, you could work another two or three decades. Do the math, how much money is that?"
Rong Yan: ...
Okay! Her mom seemed to have gotten dollar signs in her eyes.
"Besides, I see you moping around at home; the job at the agriculture station won’t be too tiring... Your health seems fine now, so just go ahead and start working."
Having his own job and earning a salary each month meant he wouldn’t just be living off his daughter and son-in-law.
That way, he’d feel much more at ease.
Hearing his partner’s agreement, Rong Wenming was of course overjoyed,
"...I actually already agreed to Mr. Zhang, planning to start work tomorrow."
Initially, he thought he’d need to persuade them if his daughter and wife disagreed, but he had made up his mind to take the job.
Rong Yan: "Dad, if you’ve already agreed, why ask us? Still, it’s fine for you to work, but you need to be mindful of your health. You mustn’t overdo it or lift anything too heavy."
"Also, if it proves too much for you, then you must come home."
Rong Wenming nodded quickly, "Okay, I’ll listen to my daughter. I’ll work for a while and see, and stop if it’s too much."
"Go to work with peace of mind! Didn’t you say your daughter has amazing medical skills? With her around, what do you have to worry about regarding your health?"
Then Madam Rong shifted the conversation, "But you have to listen to your daughter. Seriously, if she tells you to eat something, you eat it. If she tells you not to eat something, don’t even think about touching it."
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