"You're back. How's the recruitment going?" Lin Lu came out with the brown sugar rice cakes that Li Xianglian had just fried, and just happened to see someone coming back.

"Wife." Song Chen seemed exhausted. He hugged Lin Lu's waist like a big dog seeking comfort.

"I'm so tired."

After recruiting people for the entire afternoon, he kept talking to some older women and aunties, some of whom had loud voices. Song Chen even suspected that his old injury had recurred, and his head was buzzing.

"Feed me a mouthful." Lin Lu picked up a piece and put it into his mouth.

Remind: "Some are hot."

Song Chen felt it as soon as it reached his mouth, "Blow it for me first."

Lin Lu patted his hand that was hugging her waist and said, "Get out of the way! Mom is in the kitchen. If she comes out and sees you like this, it will be disgraceful."

Song Chen chewed it up and swallowed it, then gave her a big kiss on the face, leaving a mimeograph: "What's wrong with a hug? Mom's not an old feudalist."

Lin Lu wiped off the mimeograph speechlessly: "Do you think everyone is as open-minded as you?"

Then he said, "Do you still want to eat? Go get another pair of chopsticks."

Song Chen stood up straight and sat down next to Lin Lu: "We can just use one pair, why differentiate between you and me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xianglian came out with a plate of glutinous rice cakes, smiling: "Xiao Chen is back, how is he?"

Song Chen sat up a little straighter: "We have selected the people and will post the list the day after tomorrow. There are 25 people in total. Sister Qiao'er is here too."

Lin Lu was curious: "Was she chosen?"

Song Chen: "Of course, she is the cleanest one among those people."

Lin Lu nodded: "Sister Qiaoer has loved cleanliness since she was a child."

Li Xianglian handed him a pair of chopsticks and said, "Come and try my cooking. Lulu said she wanted to eat some, so I saw some glutinous rice cakes soaking in the water tank, so I fried them all."

Song Chen had already eaten two pieces, so he took Li Xianglian's chopsticks and ate another one.

He praised: "It's delicious. When I was a child, my mother also liked to fry this for us. When I was in school, I didn't eat breakfast in the morning. I would tear off a piece of homework paper, wrap it up, and eat it while walking."

Lin Lu was actually like this when she was a child, but she usually went to school alone, so no one could see the corners of her mouth sticky with brown sugar after eating glutinous rice cakes.

In most people's minds, she is like a learning machine that does nothing but study.

Lin Lu: "Ever since I was little, I've loved eating the glutinous rice cakes my mom fried. They're sweet and crunchy, and really delicious."

Song Chen: "Then eat more."

Li Xianglian: "After you finish that plate, I've saved some for Xiaobei."

There wasn't much on her plate, so where did it come from?

Speak of the devil, and here comes Lin Jingbei, riding his bicycle back.

Song Chen's bicycle is now in this kid's hands most of the time. He parks the bike and shouts, "I'm back."

Li Xianglian: "Xiaobei is back, eat some glutinous rice cakes, grandma will get you some chopsticks."

Song Chen: "Mom, let him get it himself. He's already a grown man, don't wait on him."

Lin Lu looked at the chopsticks in his hand and sneered: "Where are your chopsticks?"

It was embarrassing, wasn't it? Song Chen coughed lightly and whispered in her ear, "Give me some face."

Lin Lu: "How dare you, as a father, lecture your son when you don't even set a good example yourself."

Lin Jingbei, who went back to the kitchen to get chopsticks and a portion of glutinous rice cake for himself, of course had no idea what was happening.

Li Xianglian: "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."

Lin Jingbei: "Whatever, I'm fine with anything. Just ask my mom." She's quite picky.

Lin Lu: "I can do anything too."

That means no spinach, no large pieces of pork, no offal, no onions, ginger, garlic...

I just don't eat a little bit of it.

Li Xianglian could just decide for herself. "Braised pork, minced meat and eggplant, egg soup, and boiled pumpkin."

Song Chen: "All is fine."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mom." Li Xianglian said the same thing. If anyone else did her job, they would wake up laughing.

After Lin Jingbei finished his portion of glutinous rice cake, he told his parents, "Our school is holding an art festival next week. We'll have activities all week long. If you have time, you can come and have a look."

Lin Lu and her friends were not so happy when they were in school.

No classes for a week!

Can I not go to school?"

Lin Jingbei rolled his eyes: "We need to check the number of people. The first morning is a cultural performance, followed by running, long jump and other competitions, and the last three days are basketball games.

"I participated in the 1000-meter long-distance run and basketball."

The subtext is, you must come and see it.

Song Chen: "I'll go when I have time."

Lin Lu: "Then why don't you practice during this time?"

The thinking of a top student, practice hard before the exam.

Lin Jingbei: "I practice it regularly." I've practiced it during physical education classes and other times.

Lin Lu: "Did you participate in any cultural performances?"

Lin Jingbei: "No." Not only did he inherit his parents' high IQ, but his voice too. His singing was not in tune.

Song Chen is only slightly better than Lin Lu, but after all, he is the eldest brother, so don't laugh at the second brother, they are all the same.

No matter how you average everything out, you won't be able to give birth to a son with a good singing voice.

Song Chen: "Poetry recitation, didn't the teacher look for you?"

"That shouldn't be the case."

Lin Jingbei: "I don't want to. He looks silly and he can't speak in that passionate tone.

Song Chen: "Not as cute as when I was a child."

The older I get, the more boring I get. When Lin Jingbei was little, he learned a lot of military songs from him. After learning them, he had to sing them for everyone to hear, which made everyone laugh.

......

the day after tomorrow.

Song Zidong pushed through the crowd and posted the list. "Those whose names are on it have been selected. Those whose names are not on it don't meet the selection criteria. Take a look for yourself."

There were about eighty or ninety people who came to run for the election, and now only twenty-five have been selected. Everyone was furious when they saw that their names were not on the list.

"Why isn't my name on it?"

"Yes, why is there no one for me? I am related to Song Laosi's third uncle's cousin's family, so why is there no one for me?"

"Me too. I'm from his eldest cousin's second cousin's uncle's family."

Song Zidong fled in a hurry, the factory door was closed, and those people cried in the field.

It was already written on the list that the selected people should report to the factory gate on time at 2 pm.

Song Zidong didn't know when these people would leave, nor did he dare to know. It was too horrible, absolutely too horrible. Fortunately, he escaped quickly, otherwise, his ears would have been deafened.

My uncle is so mean that he was asked to post this.