Ling Xiaowei returned to the dormitory in the factory. It was warm in the dormitory. The stove that was supposed to be used in the cold winter was now taken out. There was an iron pot on the stove. At this moment, the iron pot made a gurgling sound, and the lid
It was opened and closed by the water vapor, making a ding-dong sound.
From the smell, it must be stewed fish soup!
Ling Xiaowei likes to eat fish the most, but this fish soup should be stewed for Aunt Yao Hong to drink.
"Sister, you're back!" Mingming rushed over from the side door and hugged Ling Xiaowei's leg, very affectionately.
"Sister, come and see my little sister." Ming Ming took Ling Xiaowei's hand and led her to the kitchen next door.
There is a bed against the wall of the kitchen. The person sitting beside the bed at the moment is Aunt Yao Hong. She is holding the child in her arms and sitting there with her head lowered.
Zhang Cuifen was sitting on a stool nearby, talking to Yao Hong.
"Hong, please be patient. You have to cheer up for the sake of your children." Zhang Cuifen had said this many times today, but it didn't seem to be of any use.
When she saw Ling Xiaowei coming back, she stood up and said, "Xiaowei, you're back! Let's go have dinner."
"Aunt Yao Hong, has it always been like this today?" Ling Xiaowei asked.
"Well, I haven't spoken a word, but it's better than yesterday. She kind of listened to what I said. When the child is hungry, she will still breastfeed the child." Zhang Cuifen said.
This is a good thing, it means that Yao Hong has regained her consciousness, but the pain in her heart has not completely healed. After all, after encountering such a big thing, no one can feel psychologically uncomfortable!
But it is a matter of time for her to open up her heart. After a while, she should be fine.
It's probably useless to say anything now. Ling Xiaowei put the book in her hand beside Yao Hong's bed and said, "Aunt Yao Hong, you can read this book when you have time."
Yao Hong didn't speak, just lowered her head.
Zhang Cuifen sighed, went out from the side door, and brought a bowl of milky-white fish soup over, placed it on the stool next to Aunt Yao Hong's bed, and said: "This is fish soup, you drink it later, the child will
Eat milk and drink more of this fish soup, so that the child can have milk to drink."
After Zhang Cuifen finished speaking, she left again, dragging Mingming and calling Ling Xiaowei to go out for dinner together.
After a while, Zhang Cuifen arranged the food on the table, including several bowls of noodles, fish head and tofu soup. In the middle of the table was a big fish head on an empty plate. This should be the fish head that was just used to stew the soup!
This fish head is really big, and the stew is very delicious. The fish soup I gave Yao Hong just now is without seasonings, but the fish soup this time is with seasonings, and it tastes even more delicious, with tender white tofu and fresh big fish.
Head, green chives.
The fish head soup is poured over the noodles. The soup is fresh and the noodles are smooth. It is so delicious.
"Aunt Zhang, this fish head soup is so delicious." Ling Xiaowei praised.
"It tastes good, drink more, you see you have lost weight recently." Zhang Cuifen said happily.
Ling Xiaowei drank half a bowl of soup and then started to eat the fish head. In fact, in the countryside, no one eats this kind of fish head. It has no meat and is just bones. Usually when families buy fish, they throw away some of the fish heads.
Even adults eat it, and children eat the meat from the fish belly.
But Ling Xiaowei likes to eat fish heads, especially large fish heads. Every time she eats fish heads, she always starts from the eye side. The meat here is so tender!
Ling Xiaowei was very engrossed in eating. When she was almost halfway through the meal, she felt something was wrong. Why was she eating alone?
"Dad doesn't like fish." Dad said while eating the noodles.
It seems that dad doesn’t really like fish. He likes braised pork.
Zhang Cuifen also waved her hand and said: "I don't like eating fish either, you like to eat more."
Ling Xiaowei nodded. Since they didn't like it, she made up for it.
She ate all the large bowl of fish heads without hesitation, licking every fish bone very clean. She was eating the fish like a kitten, wishing she could lick her paws again.
"Look, Xiaowei likes to eat fish so much!" Zhang Cuifen said with a smile.
"It is smart to eat fish." Ling Guoqiang said.
Zhang Cuifen's eyes lit up and she said happily: "Then I will buy more fish for the two children to eat in the future."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Mingming expectantly.
After dinner, Ling Xiaowei finished her homework, and then started to draw design drawings. Now that winter has come, the New Year is not far away, and Agarwood needs a batch of New Year's clothes.
It’s the New Year, and it’s actually almost the beginning of spring. What she designed this time is suitable for the beginning of spring, thin jackets, and coats. Recently, my father negotiated with a textile factory for cooperation. In this design, she designed three styles.
Knitted sweater.
These styles are all relatively loose-fitting. One of them has bat sleeves. Ling Xiaowei liked it when she saw it. When the time comes to send it to the textile factory, she must add a few small-sized ones.
Nowadays, all the clothes in the factory are in adult styles. The factory has not produced girls' styles for a long time. Moreover, this route is right. Adult clothes have a wider market.
And she is also prepared to continue on this route.
It's a pity that Ling's Garment Factory has too few big customers now. The two biggest customers are Agarwood and Mei Hong. However, Mei Hong's demand for clothes is not particularly large. She mainly works in the jewelry retail industry.
Sister Xiao Yu also has a lot of orders, but they are also more and less.
If the factory wants to continue to develop, it must develop more large customers, long-term cooperation with large customers. It’s not that Ling Xiaowei doesn’t like small customers, it’s because small customers are not strong enough to take on her clothes.
Both the style and quality are very good, so the ex-factory price of each piece is relatively high, so small customers can't accept it.
It is really not easy to build her own clothing brand.
Looking at my father and Aunt Zhang, they were listening to the radio and discussing the contents. They were happy and happy. They had obviously eaten enough and fell asleep in bed, with their little faces flushed.
Ling Xiaowei held her face with one hand and looked sad, "Hey! With great ability comes great responsibility!"
In order to make everyone so happy, she had to think of a way.
Before going to bed, she entered the system once. Now she has a lot of points. She can subscribe to some magazines, but she can only subscribe to some ordinary magazines. The more futuristic the era, the higher the price. What she can currently subscribe to is
Around two thousand years ago, after 10, she didn't have enough points to get more than 100,000 points.
The more fashionable it goes, the higher it may be. And through these recent magazines, she found that the development in the next few years will really change with each passing day, and all kinds of things that no one would dare to think of will appear.
