The road from Shili Township to the town is a dirt road. In order to prevent the road from becoming muddy and difficult to walk when it rains, a thick layer of fine gravel and coal slag is specially paved, which makes the soles of the shoes particularly abrasive when walking.
She bought the leather shoes on her feet from the city for 40 yuan. If the soles of the shoes were worn out, she would be in big trouble.
"Gulu——"
After all the trouble, it was already noon, so Song Tingfeng had to go back to Huang's house to have lunch.
The Huang family was cooking lunch, and smoke was rising from the kitchen roof and chimney.
Looking at Song Tingfeng who had left and returned, Huang Kailin frowned and asked, "Why are you back again?"
Song Tingfeng immediately expressed her bitterness and made Chen Bin's behavior of abandoning the client halfway even more exaggerated.
She originally thought that the Huang family would try to comfort her, but after hearing her complaint, Huang Kailin just said, "You deserve it."
Song Tingfeng was so angry that she almost shed tears, "Dad, I am the daughter-in-law of your Huang family. I am being bullied now, and you actually speak up for the outsiders who bully me. Is this still justified?"
"I'm a helper, not a bride. Don't you know what good thing you did this morning? If you are dishonest, don't blame others for not saving face for you."
It turns out that as soon as Song Tingfeng left the village, someone came to the Huang family and told the Huang family about the conflict between Song Tingfeng and Mo's master.
Song Tingfeng couldn't hide her guilt on her face, but she still said hard, "It's none of my business. It's obviously the motorcycle master who wants to cheat me."
Huang Kailin sneered, "I do more than a dozen jobs a day, and no one else is cheating on me, but you are the only one cheating?"
"Who knows what he thinks. Seeing that I am from the town, he thinks I am being wronged."
Seeing her stubbornness, Huang Kailin was too lazy to talk nonsense anymore, lowered his head and continued to make his own bamboo weaving.
Song Tingfeng felt bored and turned around to go to the kitchen. However, as soon as she reached the door of the kitchen, she was blocked by Liu Zhi who came out of the kitchen.
"Sister-in-law, what are you going to eat for lunch? I want to cook for one more person, and I want to eat it here."
“Pumpkin braised rice.”
Song Tingfeng hated eating pumpkin the most. Hearing this, he couldn't help but frown, "What else, what kind of food should I eat?"
“Isn’t pumpkin just a vegetable?”
"Let's stir-fry other vegetables. I don't eat pumpkin."
"There's nothing else. If it really doesn't work, just eat pickles."
Pickles are just pickles, they are better than pumpkin.
Song Tingfeng still wanted to sneak into the kitchen, but Liu Zhi blocked the door like a doorkeeper and refused to let her in.
"Sister-in-law, please let me go in and have a few words with mom."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Xinghua walked out, "What do you want to chat with me?"
Song Tingfeng was speechless for a moment.
Of course her purpose in going into the kitchen was not to chat, but to see what good things there were in the kitchen.
"Come on, why are you standing there? Didn't you say you want to chat with me? Let's go sit in the main room and chat slowly."
Liu Zhi answered the question at the right time, "Mom, you and your third brother and sister have a good chat while I watch the fire in the pot."
"Um."
At this point, Song Tingfeng had to reluctantly follow Yang Xinghua to the main room.
After the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were chatting around in the house for a while, the smell of burning rice crackers came from the direction of the kitchen.
"The rice is ready, I'm going to help my sister-in-law!"
Song Tingfeng got up and walked out. Yang Xinghua had bad legs and feet, so she couldn't catch up even if she wanted to.
"Sister-in-law, let me help serve the food!"
As soon as she entered the kitchen, Song Tingfeng's eyes were darting around. Unfortunately, her eyes almost cramped, and she didn't see the Huang family's bacon.
"Third brother and sister, please pass four bowls to me."
After hearing Liu Zhi's words, Song Tingfeng had to stop thinking temporarily and opened the cupboard to get a bowl.
Liu Zhi opened the lid of the pot, and the heat and the unique aroma of pumpkin stewed rice suddenly filled the air.
A pot of golden pumpkin stewed rice. The rice grains are soaked in pumpkin juice and turned light yellow. Sprinkle a handful of green scallions, drizzle with two spoons of soy sauce, and stir-fry evenly with a spatula. A pot of fragrant and delicious pumpkin rice is ready.
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After Liu Zhi put in the soy sauce, he picked up the spatula and prepared to stir-fry, but Song Tingfeng held him back.
"Sister-in-law, wait a minute, wait for me to serve the rice first, and then you can turn it over."
Given the current conditions of the Huang family, rice is considered a precious food. For example, the pot of pumpkin rice cooked at noon today actually contained very little rice, with pumpkin accounting for two-thirds.
Song Tingfeng didn't eat pumpkin, so she picked up rice and filled a big bowl with it. As a result, there was almost only pumpkin and a few grains of rice left in the pot.
"Okay, I'll just eat this bowl."
Song Tingfeng turned around and found that Huang Kailin had walked in at some point and was standing behind her, staring at her with a bad expression.
Song Tingfeng smiled guiltily, "Dad, come in and serve the meal too..."
Without saying a word, Huang Kailin grabbed the bowl from her hand, poured the rice back into the pot, took the spatula from his eldest daughter-in-law's hand, and stir-fried the pot of pumpkin rice evenly in a few strokes.
Song Tingfeng on the side muttered dissatisfiedly, "I told you I don't eat pumpkin..."
Huang Kailin handed the spatula to his eldest daughter-in-law, turned around and glared at her coldly, "Eat it if you like, or get out if you don't."
Huang Kailin usually doesn't get angry, but it's quite scary when he gets angry.
Song Tingfeng didn't dare to say anything anymore.
After Liu Zhi filled three bowls of rice and took them out, Song Tingfeng reluctantly picked up the money and picked it up in the pot.
After the pumpkin is cooked, the glutinous rice cake becomes soft, and after stir-frying, it almost turns into pumpkin puree. It has already merged with the small amount of white rice, making it impossible to distinguish it.
For the sake of her belly, Song Tingfeng finally filled up half a bowl of pumpkin rice and took it out to eat.
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Yun Mo and Xie Xia took a taxi to Ronghua Company. As soon as they reached the gate, they bumped into Luo Xuelan who was about to go out.
"mom."
"Aunt Luo."
Luo Xuelan smiled, holding each of their shoulders with her left and right hands, "You came to see me specially?"
Luo Xuelan sprayed perfume on her body. It was a fragrant but not greasy herbal fragrance. It was elegant and gentle yet noble and elegant, and had a sense of oppression that people could not ignore.
It suits Luo Xuelan's temperament very well.
Xie Xia tilted her head, "I came with Momo."
Luo Xuelan turned to look at Yun Mo, with a comfortable smile in her eyes, "Little Mo'er, what do you want from me?"
"Xiao Mo" is a name for elders, but Luo Xuelan added the sound of "er" at the end, which inexplicably made her more intimate and close.
Even though Yun Moxin is actually a mature woman in her 20s, she still can't resist this feeling of closeness and shows a bit of obedience and meekness in front of Luo Xuelan.
"Aunt Luo, I'm here to deliver the report."
"Hmm? Xuehuasu's report? You've already written it?"
Facing Luo Xuelan's surprised gaze, Yun Mo nodded slightly and took out a stack of papers bound with staples from her bag.
Luo Xuelan took the report and raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, "Little Mo'er, did you write it by hand?"
"I don't have a typewriter at home, so I just wrote it by hand. Aunt Luo, please read the content first. If there is no problem, I will use the typewriter to print it out..."
Luo Xuelan smiled and touched her head, "It doesn't matter, your handwriting is very neat. I made an appointment to talk with someone at noon. I will read the report in the afternoon. Well... are you free in the evening?"
Yunmo nodded.
"Okay, come home with Xia'er after school, and we'll talk in detail then."
"good."
The secretary came over and whispered to Luo Xuelan that it was time to leave.
Luo Xuelan nodded and asked the secretary to take the two of them to the restaurant for dinner.
"Xia'er, Xiao Mo'er, I still have something to do. You and Xiao Dong go to have lunch and then go back to school after eating."
After saying that, he left without giving the two of them a chance to agree or refuse.
Watching Luo Xuelan leave in a hurry, Xie Xia gave Yun Mo a helpless look.