Rebirth in the 80s: Mrs. Li Is Still Setting Rules

In her previous life, old Mrs. Li wished she could pluck out her heart and liver to make soup for her children, yet in her old age, she faced indifference and evasion. Her children all kept their d...

Chapter 134: Delivered to the Door

He made an exaggerated expression and said, "It's even darker than the burnt cake we have at home!"

Li Guifang stuffed the last batch of cake dough into the oven and looked at Li Mingyuan, still lost in thought. "Just get on with what you need to do! The order from the agricultural machinery factory is more important."

In the kitchen, the roar of the mixer and the clatter of baking trays echoed one after another. Li Guifang looked at the cake dough gradually expanding in the oven, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

She didn't even know how to go to the textile factory to test Xu Minxing's fucking opinion, but Wu Qiuhe came to her door herself!

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It was late at night, and as soon as Li Guifang touched the pillow she fell into a deep sleep, snoring loudly.

Li Jianghai sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, holding a hand warmer in his arms, staring at his wife with longing eyes, feeling very aggrieved and with a lot of things in his heart.

"Wife..." he called softly and poked her shoulder with his hand.

The only response he got was Li Guifang turning over and snoring even louder.

Li Jianghai sighed, raised his head and took a sip of hot tea, feeling extremely aggrieved!

He'd heard some great news today! The textile factory was offering a seniority buyout, and veteran workers like him were vying for it!

If this happened on any other day, Li Guifang would definitely have kept him busy for half the night, but today...

"Oh..." He sighed again and put the teacup on the kang table. However, his hand was too heavy and there was a loud "bang".

Li Guifang cursed vaguely in her dream: "...Put down the rolling pin..."

Li Jianghai was frightened and quickly retracted his hand.

He lay down quietly, pulled the quilt over himself, and muttered softly: "Let's talk about it tomorrow..."

Outside the window, snowflakes are floating quietly.

Li Jianghai stared at the beams, listening to the snoring beside him, and felt more and more aggrieved - he had even typed out the opening remarks, but his wife didn't even know who was sleeping next to him!

"Forget it..." He turned over and pulled the quilt over his head, "Go to sleep!"

The next morning, Li Guifang got up in high spirits, completely unaware of the psychological trauma her husband had experienced the previous night.

Li Jianghai, with dark circles under his eyes, looked at her busy figure with resentment, but he didn't find a chance to speak...