A beautiful and wealthy woman from the 21st century becomes a handsome young educated youth in the 1970s. Framed by her hypocritical best friend and sent to the countryside, she relies on her golde...
"I'm even taking advantage of this situation, while you guys don't make much money. It wouldn't be right for me to take half the profit, would it?"
“If we weren’t worried that the villagers would disagree if we didn’t charge you any money, we would have preferred not to charge you at all.”
From now on, when you come to shop, you only need to pay half the price.
"Okay, I understand."
A few days later, the pastry workshop also opened, and the commune's approval finally came through.
The pastry workshop initially only had a few people, and more will be added later depending on the situation.
Zhuang Zhimeng provided the first batch of dustproof suits, masks, and dust caps.
An Baogen promised to reimburse her for the money once the workshop made a profit.
After the pastry workshop produced its products, Hua Qizhen, whom I had met on the train, called me.
When An Qingbai answered the phone, he was puzzled as to who would call him.
Hua Qizhen wanted to eat some sunflower seeds and wanted to come and buy some.
An Qingbai returned home and asked his wife.
"Honey, do you still have a lot of sunflower seeds left?"
It was the purchasing manager from the supply and marketing cooperative we met on the train who called, wanting to buy sunflower seeds.
There are plenty.
"It just so happens that my mother's workshop recently produced some pastries, so I can let her try them. Maybe we can even start discussing a collaboration."
"Yes, very likely."
That way, our brigade's pastries might be able to sell.
As An Qingbai spoke, he lay on his wife's belly and listened, a gesture he performed several times a day.
Zhuang Zhimeng smiled and stroked her lover's hair.
"We can't hear anything right now; it will be a while before we feel any fetal movement."
"Hehe, I know, I can't help but want to hear what they're up to."
Is my wife feeling unwell?
"No, everything is fine, and I don't feel like throwing up."
Honey, do you prefer boys or girls?
An Qingbai sat up, picked up his wife, and kissed her deeply.
"I love both boys and girls, because this is the baby you gave birth to, my wife."
Of course, it would be even better if we had a girl. I hope to have a little baby who looks like my wife.
Zhuang Zhimeng laughed.
"I doubt it. Look at my older brothers, they're all boys, so don't get your hopes up too high."
"Honey, I've always wanted to ask, why are there only twins in our family?"
"My mom and my uncle are twins, a boy and a girl."