Uncle Yi Zhonghai came back from the steel mill today and smelled this smell as soon as he entered the yard.

An old man asked: "Is Liu Xiaojun's family making chicken soup?"

Auntie: "Yes, there's more to it than that. I saw Xiaojun today and found that he has suddenly recovered from all the problems. He is very healthy and has no more illnesses."

"I'm so happy for Liu Huizhen. Her child's illness has always been a source of worry for her, but now she finally doesn't have to worry anymore."

"Xiaojun is really capable. He can fish and hunt. Liu Huizhen will enjoy the good life with her son in the future."

After hearing this, the old man's face darkened.

For some reason, he felt very annoyed when he saw his lover praising Liu Xiaojun so much.

Some vague thoughts flashed through his mind. If he recognized Liu Xiaojun, maybe he would be the one eating fish and meat.

After thinking about it, I decided to give up. Maybe Liu Xiaojun’s health is only temporary.

Doctors said Liu Xiaojun had a congenital heart disease and would not live past 25.

Don't end up with a burden. Not only can you not rely on him for retirement, but you will also have to empty your family savings to treat him. It's not worth it.

It would be better to continue training Jia Dongxu.

Whenever he thought of Jia Dongxu, Yi Zhonghai wanted to sigh.

Although Jia Dongxu is a smart guy, his locksmith skills are very poor.

I have been an apprentice for such a long time and have put in a lot of effort. I have tried to pass the first-level machinist certificate several times but still failed. Many people in the factory laughed at me.

A sixth-level fitter, his apprentice couldn't even get a first-level fitter certificate.

This is just a slap in his face.

When Liu Xiaojun opened his eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky.

He didn't have a watch, so he had no way of knowing how many hours the chicken soup had been simmering.

I left the room, looked up at the sun, then looked down at my own shadow. I found that my shadow was very short, which meant that the time was around noon.

He started stewing this soup early in the morning, and it's now completely stewed.

Smelling the scent of chicken soup in the air, Liu Xiaojun's stomach began to growl with hunger.

Tangtang was the same. She was drooling with greed. If Liu Huizhen hadn't sewed a bib for her to hold the food, her saliva would have almost wet her clothes.

"Brother, you finally woke up. Mom said we can only eat after you wake up." As soon as Tangtang saw Liu Xiaojun woke up, she immediately sucked her saliva and said in surprise.

"Okay, let's go serve the chicken soup now."

Liu Xiaojun took Tangtang to the public kitchen. When he opened the pot, he found that the chicken had been stewed until it was soft and tasty. Just looking at it made people drool.

He used chopsticks to pick at the chicken and the bones fell off, which showed that it was indeed cooked.

This soft and rotten texture is easy to digest and good for the stomach. My family of three has been malnourished for a long time, so we must eat something that is easy to digest, otherwise we will get a sore throat and constipation.

"Tangtang, I'm bringing you some chicken soup, go wash your hands quickly."

"Brother, can I not wash my hands today?" Tangtang was very happy when she heard the chicken soup, but when she heard that she had to wash her hands, she felt lazy again.

"No, you have to wash your hands. Otherwise, what if the little bugs get into your stomach and crawl around everywhere?"

"Okay." Seeing that there was no room for negotiation, the little girl frowned and had to go wash her hands reluctantly.

Liu Xiaojun looked at Tangtang and thought to himself.

Recently, white moss has started to grow on Tangtang's face. This is ascariasis, an important sign of worms in the body.

It seems that it is time to buy pagoda candy for Tangtang to kill the worms.

After dinner, I will go fishing. If I catch any fish, I will go to the pigeon market to sell the fish and buy pagoda candies!

and.

The white flour at home is almost finished, maybe I can exchange it for some food or something at the pigeon market.

[Note: In 1952, the classification of machinist ranks was unclear, with only beginner, intermediate, and advanced levels. To clarify other levels, this book uses the settings from 1956 onward.]