Song Tan, the affordable labor force, was all-embracing.
Even if it was Wu Lei.
When Brother Yanping visited, he was like a pampered young lady, chubby, squishy, and wouldn't even lift a finger if the oil bottle toppled over.
Now look at his strong, tanned Li Kui appearance, who would dare to say he hasn't been working hard?
At this moment, he also burst into laughter, "Uncle, if you really send Brother Wu Lei over, I won't be polite! When he ends up getting thinner, darker, and tired, you all better not feel sorry for him!"
"Feel sorry for what?"
Now even the aunt was breezy about it, "Anyway, he works outside and I haven't seen a cent of his salary. He's not even making progress with getting a girlfriend, very unreliable."
But it was Grandma who hit the nail on the head, "The food at Tantan's place is delicious and nourishing. Doing some work is good for your health, and it's also a kind of enjoyment."
