"Auntie Tian, you are too polite. I didn't come here today just to eat at your house."

"I heard from Uncle Wang that you still have some seeds at home, and I want to exchange some with you. I have already tilled the soil of the private plot that Uncle Wang allocated to me, and now I just need seeds."

"Seeds, huh? I have some at home. I'll get them for you right away."

As soon as she finished speaking, Tian Qiaoxiang rushed into the house and soon came out with a few small white paper bags.

"There are mustard greens, cabbage, lettuce, spinach... eight or nine kinds of vegetables, all suitable for growing in this season. You can take them back and plant them. We have already planted some."

"Thank you so much, Aunt Tian, how much are these? I'll exchange them with you."

"Girl, why are you still being so polite to your Auntie Tian? These seeds are only worth a dime or two."

"The rabbit you asked Xiaoshan to bring over earlier satisfied the cravings of the kids at home. A rabbit is much more valuable than these seeds. Take it back. Don't be polite."

"Thank you, Aunt Tian. I'll go back first."

"Okay, let's play again next time~"

"Why is mother suddenly so enthusiastic about this educated youth Song? She doesn't even charge him for the seeds. It's really strange."

Li Ping, the second son's wife, who was cooking in the kitchen of the team leader's house, asked Pan Yan, the eldest son's wife, who was next to her.

"Maybe it's because of the rabbit that Song Zhiqing sent over."

"Really? Why doesn't it seem like that to me?"

"The way my mother looked at her was similar to the way I looked at my second child."

After hearing what Li Ping said, Pan Yan suddenly felt that they were somewhat similar.

"Does mother want Song Zhiqing to marry the third child?"

"I think that's probably what you mean."

"Song Zhiqing is so good-looking and already 18 years old. Isn't she a perfect match for the third child?"

"But I heard a few days ago that Aunt Yang wanted to bring together educated youth Song and educated youth Jin, and then she would give them a big red envelope as a matchmaker. They are both educated youth from the city, so I think the possibility of success is greater."

Song Fuyu, who was walking on the way home, had no idea that his career was so good.

She took out a small piece of fat from the space and prepared to go home and cook it.

There is a big iron pot on the earthen stove. If it is not opened properly, it will easily rust and the pot will often stick and the bottom will get burnt.

Just when she reached the gate of Jin Kai's courtyard, Yan Ziyuan suddenly blocked her way.

"You felt dizzy after you stood up yesterday. I went to the town to ask the doctor, and he said it might be low blood sugar and malnutrition. It's best to eat some sugar and nutritious food."

"The supply and marketing cooperative is out of milk powder. I only bought two cans of malted milk. I also bought some sugar and biscuits. Take them."

Yan Ziyuan stuffed a large bag into Song Fuyu's hands.

"I don't..."

"Don't rush to refuse."

Before Song Fuyu could finish his refusal, he was interrupted by the other party.

"After all, we went to the state-owned restaurant together to buy steamed buns. These are gifts for your new house."

"......"

Can we be considered friends if we buy buns together?

"Take it easy every day. Don't rush to earn so many work points all at once. Take care of your health first."

"I can...I..."

"I'm going in to eat."

After saying that, he walked into the yard without looking back.

When he was walking, he found that he was walking in the opposite direction, so he quickly readjusted himself.

What I wanted to say originally, I still didn't say.

Forget it, let’s wait a while and not scare her.

Song Fuyu looked down at the thing in her hand in some confusion, then turned to look at the tall back of the man. Why did this man like to stuff things into her so much?

He gave her a rabbit yesterday and gave her so many good things today. Does he really want to be with her like Aunt Yang said?

The impression Yan Ziyuan gave her was that he was a bit of a straight man.

If she returns the things to him, he will definitely not accept them again. It seems that she should give him something back... Oh... It gives me a headache...

Stopping thinking, Song Fuyu went straight home with his things.

Tong Youyou was turning the soil that she had not finished turning yesterday, and it was almost finished.

"Youyou, use that clay pot to cook some porridge. I'll go to the kitchen to boil the pot."

"Okay, I'll be there right away."

She had only opened the pot once before, but she still remembered the general operation.

While Tong Youyou was away, she squeezed some detergent from the space and washed the iron pot twice.

Then he lit the firewood and boiled half a pot of water. After the water boiled, he boiled it for a few more minutes. He scooped out the water in the pot and poured it out. He then cleaned it again with detergent until there was no more black water in the pot.

I am not very skilled in controlling the fire of the wood stove.

After pulling out the largest piece of firewood, the fire finally reached the size she wanted.

Pour a little oil into the pot, then wipe the pot repeatedly with the piece of fat. When the pot starts to smoke, cover the fire in the stove with wood ash.

I repeated this operation three times, cleaned the pot, brushed a layer of cooking oil on the inner wall of the pot, and the cooking was finally done.

It's quite hard for her to operate such a big pot with her small body.

"Sister Fu Yu, can we have porridge with pickles for lunch?"

"Sure, you can do it."

"Then I'll beat an egg into the porridge and put some green vegetables in it when it's ready. You take a rest first, I'll go cut the pickles."

While Tong Youyou was preparing lunch, Song Fuyu returned to his room and sat on the kang.

She opened the bag that Yan Ziyuan had just stuffed into her pocket.

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