Aunt Chen was stunned when she received the order. She was suddenly asked to make so much shrimp paste, and she didn't dare to sign for it.

Fortunately, another factory got a new factory manager, otherwise she would have been even busier and more overwhelmed.

Ren Donglai was bold; after calling to find out the situation, he signed on Ren's behalf.

Lin Ziyan paused for a moment, then, thinking of Mr. Lyme, her eyes flickered slightly.

“I ran into their boss in Germany, and he didn’t know that we had terminated our contract.”

“I told him to come to the factory when he came to Fuzhou before deciding to sign the contract, but I didn’t expect him to have his secretary contact the factory directly.”

Aunt Chen breathed a sigh of relief, "Our shrimp paste is ready to eat right out of the jar, and it's incredibly fresh!"

The group exchanged glances, all feeling a sense of self-praise, like a vendor hawking their wares.

Which seller doesn't think their own products are good?

…

The chubby girl pushed her suitcase home, and the little dumpling straddled it, blinking and staring at her intently.

She breathed a sigh of relief. There's no place like home, and she truly understood that now.

Cao De brought the dishes to the table and turned around to see the mother and daughter looking at each other without saying a word, their eyes crinkling. After wiping their hands, they took off their aprons.

He could vaguely hear voices from the neighboring courtyard, and laughter echoed from there.

"How long are you two planning to watch?" Cao De picked up his daughter and gently put his arm around the chubby girl's shoulder.

"She stared at me first," the chubby girl chuckled.

Sometimes she feels that she is quite childish, and she likes to argue with her daughter.

The two were locked in a tug-of-war, neither willing to back down, waiting to see who would give in first.

The little dumpling made a face at her and buried its head in Cao De's neck, giggling.

Fatty is sometimes speechless. It seems like she doesn't need to have her daughter with her all the time, but she still demands that she stay at home.

I just want to be home whenever I've had enough fun.

She was very considerate just now, letting her dad hold her so she wouldn't get tired.

"Are you a child? Competing with your own daughter..." Cao De shook his head and smiled, feeling a warmth in his heart.

He never dared to dream of such a life before.

The chubby girl pouted, pinched her daughter's cheek, and briefly explained what had happened abroad.

The thrilling parts were skipped.

Cao De frowned upon hearing this, never expecting such a thing to happen.

He used to hear people at the port going abroad say how safe it was overseas, but now he just feels like he's been deceived.

Nobody dares to go out at night, is that what you call safe?

Fatty said, "I was terrified at the time, but luckily Uncle Ayan's men arrived in time."

She opened her suitcase and took out a bag of snacks for the little dumpling.

She didn't buy much this time, but her family all brought gifts, even Er Gouzi.

Cao De frowned. "Next time you go abroad, you'll have to bring bodyguards. It's too dangerous."

The chubby girl nodded, grabbed her clothes, and went into the bathroom to quickly wash her hair and take a shower, feeling like she had come back to life.

At the same time, I felt a little dazed. In the morning she was on the streets of Germany, and now she was in her own backyard.

Cao De helped her dry her hair. "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing, it just feels like a dream. I've actually gone abroad. I was abroad this morning, and now I'm back home," the chubby girl said quietly.

She slept for several hours on the plane and wasn't tired at all.

After taking a shower, I felt relaxed and comfortable, and my mind was at peace.

"Yes, Fukushi has changed a lot. You can feel it when you compare it to two or three years ago."

"I heard that things have changed even more in Guangzhou, and A-Jian is doing quite well there." Cao De recounted some stories, mostly told to him by a few close friends from the village.

The villagers are no longer willing to go out to work; they all want to work near their homes.

Unlike before, when you couldn't make money near home, you had to go out and work.

"Ah Jian would definitely do well if he went out there, it's a pity... he didn't have to leave his hometown." The fat girl said indifferently.

She realized that once she started working, any decision she made was irreversible, and no one could blame her.

Although there is no longer a practice of collective execution, it is almost always a tacit understanding of collective punishment.

Cao De said, "He wants to sell the old house and never come back."

The chubby girl glanced at him, knew what he was thinking, and wanted to help him.

However, he'd better not get involved in this matter.

After this incident, Fatty realized that someone was secretly watching Ah Yan.

Seeing her expression, Cao De immediately understood, "I won't get involved."

This isn't something that can be decided just by getting involved, but there's no need to make everyone uncomfortable.

The chubby girl pursed her lips, knowing what Cao De was thinking.

He wanted to buy a house so he could be independent, which would just make things look better on the surface.

No one in Haibi Village said anything privately, but people from other villages, unaware of the situation, all said that Cao De was a kept man.

Fatty said, "Ade, let's live our own lives, not live according to other people's opinions."

"In my opinion, taking care of the family is much harder than working outside."

"Besides, you earn just as much as I do, so we have confidence!"

Cao De laughed, put his arm around her neck, and kissed her cheek. Her neck immediately turned red, and he whispered,

"You're quite good at making people happy; you're wasting your talents as a secretary."

The chubby girl pinched the flesh on his waist hard; it felt as good as ever.

"Then what do you think I should be?"

Cao De whispered something in her ear that sent a jolt through her body, as if she were being electrocuted.

The little dumpling giggled beside her, her face blushing with embarrassment.

…

At night, the cool moonlight shone into the Lin family's terrace.

Lin Ziyan and Lu Yunshen looked at the baby in the crib and smiled at each other.

“I probably wasn’t as pretty as Mengmeng when I was little.” Lin Ziyan rested her chin on her hand, her eyes sparkling.

She couldn't get enough of looking at the two children.

I used to hear people say that they only felt cute and wanted to hug babies when they were asleep.

The older they get, the more mischievous and naughty they become.

Lu Yunshen stroked his son's hair and laughed, "You said this kid looks like me, but I don't see it."

"I could tell at a glance that Zhouzhou looks like Yang Yanzhou..."

He suddenly stopped, as if Yang Yanzhou hadn't noticed it at first either?

So they've forgotten their childhood?

“Mr. Lu, you also grew up from a little potato like this.” Lin Ziyan’s lips slowly curved into a smile.

A dark glint flashed in her eyes. If her father saw Mengmeng, would he also say that she looked like her when she was a child?

Lin Ziyan felt a pang of sadness, but quickly masked her emotions.

"Thank you." Lu Yunshen hugged her and let her sit on his lap.

The moon hangs high, and the sounds of cicadas and frogs blend together, making it impossible to tell which is more prominent.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of bamboo leaves, mixed with the salty smell of the sea breeze.

"I'll be troubling Mr. Lu for the next three months," Lin Ziyan murmured as she kissed his thin lips.

Lu Yun Shen took the initiative, gradually deepening the kiss while trying not to touch her injured hands and feet.

"I would be more than happy to." His eyes darkened, a barely suppressed grievance tinged with accusation.

Lin Ziyan immediately sat up straight, no longer daring to tease him.

The night was alluring, even the moonlight seemed to carry an ambiguous hue.

Lu Yun Shen sighed softly and placed a kiss on her forehead.