"I've been writing this for a long time. You think I'm joking with you? I wrote it. Of course I wrote it. The money is actually here. If I hadn't written it, would I have had so much money?"

"Then what poem did you write? Read it to mom." Li Suhua became more energetic.

Zhou Chen said: "Wait a minute. I brought back a magazine last time. My poems are on it. There are also newspapers. I'll find them for you."

Back in the room, Zhou Chen took out the magazine and newspaper from under the pillow and placed them in front of Li Suhua.

"Look, here, this, and that are all poems written by me."

"You kid, I can't read. Come on, read to me."

Zhou Chen laughed twice, and then read each song to Li Suhua one by one.

Li Suhua listened very carefully. After listening, she happily exclaimed: "Okay, it sounds really good."

"Mom, can you understand?"

"My mother doesn't understand whether it's okay to beat a dead child, but this is written by my son. It's good. It's well written and well read."

Zhou Chen was amused by the old lady's words.

"Mom, I'll keep some of this money, and you keep the rest. You also have these tickets, use them when you have time, especially the meat tickets. I've used them all. I haven't eaten meat for a long time."

Li Suhua: "You know how to eat meat. I still want to keep it for use at the end of the year and buy more meat."

"No need. The publisher's treatment is very good. They will give you some meat coupons every month. Besides, my dad and the others won't come back this year. The food during the Chinese New Year will be the same as what we eat now."

"Okay, okay, okay, Mom listens to you, I will buy it tomorrow, and I will make it for you to eat after I buy it. Who told you to earn this?"

"Let's eat together. There's also this industrial roll. If you see what's missing at home, take it and buy it."

"I'll take care of these things. Don't worry so much. Just work hard and leave a good impression on the leader."

"I know, Mom, you've said this eight hundred times."
Chapter completed!