"Grandma, Fubao wants to eat meat too~"
The little guy rolled his eyes and went into the house to find grandma.
Old Mrs. Su, whose two sons worked in the steel mill, had the air of a wealthy nouveau riche. She immediately said, "Okay, I'll make it for you today. Ask your mother to buy half a pound of meat."
"No, grandma, can we exchange our meat for the meat from Aunt Song's house across the street?"
The chubby boy with dimpled cheeks pointed diagonally across the street.
Mrs. Su hesitated for only a second and nodded: "I'll go change it later, but Xiao Fubao, whether they give it to you or not is another matter. If they don't change it, you'll just eat your meal obediently, okay?"
"Yeah." Little Fubao nodded heavily. Because his head was too heavy, he almost fell down.
Old Mrs. Su supported him and said, "Hey, my little Fubao, go sit on the chair. Grandma will give you a piece of malt sugar."
By noon, everyone working in the factory had gone home.
Several people sped up their workday today.
Wen Yun, who worked at the garment factory, arrived first, holding a red woolen hat she had knitted herself. Because Jiayu said that family members could be brought along this time, she pulled Chang Shi and told him to walk faster, while discussing what to say as soon as they entered the door.
When the two of them entered and saw Song Jiayu, they shouted together, "Happy birthday."
The sudden words caused Lin Xue and Gu Siyi, who were sitting behind him, to discuss in a low voice.
Gu Siyi: "Should we tell it?"
Lin Xue encouraged herself: "Go ahead."
As soon as the two of them walked in, the first thing he said was "Happy Birthday".
Xu Qinghuan, who was about to enter, and Xu Mingfan, who had followed him, said: ???
Xu Qinghuan: Is this still popular here?
Xu Mingfan: Is it a birthday ceremony?
"Happy birthday!"
The two siblings said this together. Xu Mingfan saw Song Beiwang and excitedly went over to him, "Song Beiwang, why didn't you ask me to come play with you when you came?"
Song Beiwang: Can we say that we have forgotten you?
Song Beiwang, who was very clever, said immediately, "I've been waiting for you. You'll be in for a treat later. My eldest sister's cooking is especially delicious."
The two young boys were talking in low voices.
Song Jiayu asked people to sit under the bench. A square table was turned into a round table by adding a few semi-circular table pieces.
Wen Yun looked at the dishes on the table, smelling the aroma. Her taste buds activated, and she took a deep breath of the fragrance and said, "When will the meal be served? I'm almost dying of greed."
Song Jiayu glanced outside for a few seconds and said, "We'll have dinner when Jiang Baizhou comes back."
Fortunately, a minute or two later, Jiang Baizhou came in from the gate of the compound, and at this time, Old Mrs. Su also came in with a bowl of sauerkraut and pork slices.
"Xiao Song, are you home?"
"Here I am, Aunt Su, why are you here?"
"The food you cook is so delicious that my little Fubao is craving it. I just happened to have pickled cabbage and pork slices at home. Can I exchange a bowl of food with you?"
"sure."
As long as there are enough food at home, Song Jiayu will not refuse this kind of give-and-take exchange.
When Mrs. Su entered the main hall and saw so many people, she said again, "Happy birthday, Xiao Song."
"Thank you." Song Jiayu said, introduced today's dishes, and finally exchanged it for a small half bowl of sweet and sour pork ribs.
After everyone left, Jiang Baizhou, who had washed his hands, came to the table. Before everyone ate, they all toasted Song Jiayu, but they all drank tea.
Looking at the red spicy fried rabbit meat, Lin Xue, who couldn't eat spicy food very well, took a bite with her chopsticks greedily. Gu Siyi, who had just taken a bite, didn't have time to stop her because Lin Xue had already eaten it.
"Cough cough cough cough"
Lin Xue, who was coughing due to the spiciness, still did not spit out the spicy rabbit meat. After eating it, she kept drinking water and coughed twice after drinking.
This series of actions made everyone else at the table laugh.
"Is it really that spicy?" Wen Yun, who couldn't handle spicy food very well, asked.
Xu Qinghuan, who loves spicy food, directly ate the spicy fried rabbit with rice and raised her head, "It's not spicy."
That calm demeanor was very convincing, and Lin Xue also said, "I can't really handle spicy food, Wen Yun, you can give it a try."
After saying that, Lin Xue didn't care whether her mouth was spicy or not. She stared at Wen Yun with cold eyes and picked up her chopsticks.
Almost everyone at the table was staring at Wen Yun.
Wen Yun, who had no idea what was happening under the table, picked up a piece of spicy fried rabbit meat with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. Every bit of the chopped rabbit meat seemed to be flavored by the spiciness. The fragrant and spicy taste stimulated his taste buds. The more he ate, the more fragrant and spicy it became. He didn't want to spit it out, so he ate it all up.
The next second, Wen Yun started looking for water to drink.
"Ha ha ha ha"
There was a burst of laughter from the table, as well as complaints from behind Wen Yun.
The spicy and fragrant stir-fried rabbit meat was all gone at noon. When everyone cleared their dishes and left, their lips were red and swollen, as if they had eaten something poisonous.
Only Song Jiayu and Jiang Baizhou were left, and Song Beiwang went to Xu Mingfan's house to see the baby.
"The hat Wen Yun made for me is quite suitable. This is the foreign snack Lin Xue bought from the city. Xu Qinghuan actually gave me a pen?" As she said this, she carefully looked at the craftsmanship of the pen. It was from this era, unlike those in modern times. Song Jiayu was also thinking about the difference in materials. She was afraid that one day it would be taken away by the country.
Jiang Baizhou took something out of his pocket, grabbed Song Jiayu's wrist, and put it on her wrist himself.
It was a lady's thin chain watch with a silver luster and a simple dial. Song Jiayu stretched out her hand and looked at it carefully. The watch matched her slender white wrist very well. She smiled, and the skin on her face under the red scarf looked even whiter. The dimples at the corners of her mouth were still as charming, and her eyes were curved with a little shyness. The smile was very charming.
"When I saw this watch in the store, I knew it would suit you very well. When I put it on, it really fits you." Jiang Baizhou obviously didn't drink any alcohol, but he seemed to have drunk fake wine and was dazzled by his wife's smile.
Song Jiayu shook her hands, then placed them on Jiang Baizhou's shoulders and moved closer. Their breaths were constantly equalizing. She kissed the corner of his mouth and said seductively, "What does Brother Baizhou want today? I will satisfy you, okay?"
Someone's breathing began to become unstable. Ruifeng saw Song Jiayu's face reflected in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up: "Really? Then I hope my wife can love me more. Let's go tonight..."
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After December 18th, Song Jiayu entered the world of her twenties, which was no different from before. After she got up, she saw a thick layer of snow outside and called Jiang Baizhou to go build a snowman together.
Two chubby snowmen appeared under the eaves of the Jiang family's house, with two carrots stuck in them and wearing two scarves, one red and one black. They were made by two people, and they seemed to have the feeling of a couple.
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