"I just made this randomly. I'm not that good at cooking." Her current cooking skills were acquired slowly during the more than ten years of running around in her previous life. Living alone outside, it was impossible for her to buy food outside every day, and her financial conditions did not allow it.

"You are a good cook, better than me."

The two ate while listening to the radio. The announcer mentioned the gradual abolition of the unified purchase and sale system and the vigorous promotion of economic development. Deng Chen asked curiously, "With the distribution of production to households in rural areas and the permission for private ownership, there have been quite a few small vendors near the factories recently. One of our co-workers on the construction site, his wife, set up a stall in front of the machinery factory selling buns and soy milk. She's only been there for a month, but she's already earned more than he did as a regular employee. Comrade Ying, you're right. Everyone is slowly getting richer."

"It's not very obvious now, but you'll see it in a few years. If I have the chance, I'd like to visit Guangzhou and Shanghai. I heard they're developing faster than we are, so I'd like to go and broaden my horizons."

"I've been to Shanghai, and it wasn't very obvious there yet. Now that the policy has changed, and it's close to the port, it should develop faster than here."

"Yeah, I think so."

After the two of them finished their meal, Ying Han washed the dishes. Seeing that Deng Chen was somewhat engrossed in listening to the radio, he did not disturb him. He put on an apron with sleeves and went to the work area to do carpentry work.

Ying Han copied the scattered finished products in the space and then took them out and connected them directly.

After listening to the broadcast, Deng Chen realized that Ying Han had run outside at some point.

"What are you doing?"

"Someone ordered a few sets of tables and chairs today, and I have to make a sample."

"Let me help you. What do you need me to do?"

"No, I can do it myself."

"It's okay for me to go back. I can still help you pass something."

Ying Han glanced at Deng Chen, who was standing there and not about to leave, and said without hesitation, "Okay, just help me hold on. Bring the radio over, and I'll listen while we do it."

Deng Chen brought a radio from the house and watched Ying Han plane wood with a plane. It was really special that a girl could do carpentry work.

"Did someone teach you this carpentry?"

Ying Han knew he would ask this, and said with a smile, "I taught myself this, believe it or not."

"letter."

Ying Han thought he would have doubts, but he was surprised by his affirmation.

Deng Chen laughed and remained silent.

The two of them made a table scale. Ying Han observed Deng Chen's left hand and still saw no sign of improvement.

I couldn't help but ask, "Comrade Deng, how have you felt in your arm recently?"

Deng Chen was slightly stunned and shook his head uncomfortably, "No."

"Is it not possible to use a little force or lift it up?"

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's okay. I was just asking. I feel like there's still a chance your hand will recover."

"No, that's all. I'm used to it."

Ying Han could sense the subtle sense of loss in his tone. She didn't understand why the water in the space was useless to Deng Chen.

"Don't give up on anything that has hope. In the compound where we used to live, there was an old man who was in a coma for several years. He miraculously woke up some time ago."

Deng Chen smiled and said, "My miracle is slim. I'm lucky. I only lost my left arm, which saved my life. Come to think of it, you don't owe me anything. I met you that time and you helped me get the flare. At that time, I couldn't get the flare out by myself. My comrades couldn't find me and I really might have died there."

"You're talking nonsense. How is this possible?"

She felt that Deng Chen didn't want her to care too much and not take the favor too seriously.

How could Deng Chen understand that if he hadn't been there, his life would have been a tragedy.

Yes, she must cure Deng Chen’s arm.

Ying Han didn't want to discuss who helped whom, so he quickly changed the subject, "Comrade Deng, do you need a table and chairs at home? I can help you make them."

"I don't need these, but I need a pen holder. Can you make these small items?"

"Yes, a pen holder is too simple. I'll make one for you someday."

"good."

Ying Han didn't really stay up late to make the table, and the two of them finished halfway through.

It’s not that I don’t want to do it, it’s just that I feel embarrassed to ask Deng Chen to help here.

After he left, I went back to my work area and started working again.

Deng Chen also knew that Ying Han did it on purpose. When he returned home, he looked out the window and saw her busy in the work area again.

I don’t know how long I was busy. When I was resting, Ying Han was still inside.

In fact, Ying Han didn't do it for too long, and it was over around ten o'clock in the evening.

The next day, Deng Chen got up and subconsciously stood by the window. In Ying Han's yard, there was a ready-made table.

When Deng Chen finished packing and went downstairs, Ying Han was actually waiting for him at the gate of their community, and gave her a kettle with a smile.

This kind of kettle is military-grade. "Here, this is for you. It contains the red pear water I made. You often go to the construction site, so take it with you."

"Comrade Ying, thank you. You won't have to trouble me like this in the future."

"As I should. I'll be leaving first."

"Let me take you there."

"No need, I can just take the bus. Besides, we are not going the same way. If you give me a ride, you will probably be late." Ying Han said, waved at him, and left.

Deng Chen looked down at the not-so-new pot in his hand, and an inexplicable feeling arose in his heart.

I know in my heart that people are so concerned about me just because they want to repay me.

There are many ways to repay a favor. Ying Han thought of a simple one and used the mist in the space to heal Deng Chen's arm.

Unfortunately, I have tried it several times and there is no effect.

Ying Han felt that using mist water for cooking was not very effective, so he came up with this idea this morning.

She just drinks it directly, she doesn't believe it has no effect.

...

"I heard that this house was bought by Jiang Qi's grandfather. It was originally for his second uncle. Later, my second uncle and his family went to Canada, and the house has been vacant ever since."

During this period, his mother's quarrel with his eldest brother and his wife was not without effect. Look, she squeezed out 800 yuan from his eldest brother.

His mother had saved up more than 2,000 yuan over the years, and finally bought this house.

My parents told others that they had a big "hole" (meaning debt) outside and borrowed a lot of money.

During this period, I asked people in the compound about the house.

Wang Xiu'e mentioned this matter to Jiang Qi intentionally or unintentionally, and her guess was right, Jiang Qi really got it for her.

Today is the day the Wang family moves. Although this two-story building is a bit old, it has many rooms and a large yard.

Wang Pingying was so satisfied that she spent two days cleaning the house.