The Jiangcheng Welfare Institute is not too far from the city center, right next to an agricultural market.
At the moment, Nie Longjiao was knocking on each dormitory door, calling the children in the welfare institute to get up, wash, and eat breakfast.
After all the children were up, an elderly woman who looked around sixty, kind-faced, and wearing an apron, walked out of the kitchen.
Seeing Nie Longjiao in the courtyard, the elderly woman wiped her hands on the apron, gritted her teeth, and walked over.
"Aunt Qiao, you seem to have something to say?"
"Well, it's like this..." The elderly woman, a little embarrassed, said, "It's been two months without a salary, and my grandson is still in kindergarten. My son and daughter-in-law also have difficulties. We can't rely on them for everything."
Nie Longjiao nodded knowingly and smiled: "Don't worry, Aunt Qiao, I'll deliver the two months' salary to you before dinner."
