Get out of President Lu’s car.
When Song Jiayu returned home, she told him that she had been promoted to a level 12 technician.
"Oh, this is really good news. How come our daughter is so capable, even more capable than men." Zhao Qiuqin couldn't stop smiling. If she said she liked Jiayu the most before, it was because her daughter was sweet-mouthed. She was better than the second child who couldn't say anything, and better than the third child who could say a lot. How could she not like her?
But since Jiayu got married, she first used her own ability to work as a cook in a state-owned restaurant in the county, and later came to the city to work as a technician at the Agricultural Research Institute.
This upward trend is much better than the two sons.
Thinking about it, and thinking that in two months, Tianshun would also be allocated housing and have a job in the city, he became even happier and said excitedly: "Let's stew the pig's feet that were pickled before the New Year. I'll go chop the pig's feet first."
After saying that, he went to the kitchen quickly and took down the pickled pork feet.
"Sister, are you going to catch up with your brother-in-law's salary?" Song Beiwang asked.
"Yeah, that's right." Song Jiayu supported her waist.
Two kids clung to their mother's thighs, one asked to buy candy and the other asked to eat meat.
These two little elves only understood one thing: their mother’s salary had increased.
"Hahahaha, fine, I'll give you one more candy, and we'll eat pig's trotters tonight."
Half an hour later, Jiang Baizhou and Zhou Mingtong came back from get off work at the military factory. The two little kids immediately left their mother and ran towards Zhou Mingtong, calling "Grandpa Zhou" in a baby voice, their eyes rolling around, wanting to know where the car Grandpa Zhou promised to build for them was.
The car wasn't on Zhou Mingtong, so the old naughty boy deliberately wanted to play with the little kid, asking for candy, a leg massage, and a glass of water... At that moment, the car was more attractive to An An and Ning Ning than the candy. The two little fools agreed to everything Grandpa Zhou said. He gave them candy, had their chubby hands massaged their backs, and even asked their uncle to pour them a glass of water...
All this happened when he discovered that the car was being taken by his biological father.
The two little kids... were angry.
The little round-faced boy was so angry that he became like a pufferfish.
You can hang a soy sauce bottle on its pouting little mouth.
But Zhou Mingtong was still willing to coax them at this time, using milk candy to comfort them and feeding them. He would accept everything the two little kids said.
What else could Song Jiayu say? One is willing to fight, the other is willing to be beaten.
At the dinner table, knowing that Song Jiayu had been promoted again, Zhou Mingtong said to his apprentice Jiang Baizhou, "You must take the assessment with me this July. If you don't get promoted to level 7 electrician, I'll give you three times the homework."
Since studying with Zhou Mingtong, he has had "homework" every day. Even if he has a super memory and a super smart head, he still has to supplement that knowledge slowly. But after Zhou Mingtong tested the limits of a good apprentice, he arranged a full schedule of homework every day, which made Jiang Baizhou spend less time with his wife every night.
Since moving to Beilin City, I have only role-played on the kang with my wife three times.
If the homework becomes three times as much, then won’t his happy time in the evening be gone?
Jiang Baizhou said firmly: "Don't worry, teacher, I will do my best to pass the assessment in July and become a level 7 electrician."
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"Aunt Song, this is the rice dumplings my mother made. The salted duck eggs you gave me last time were so delicious. My mother said the rice dumplings she made were also good. Let me give you a try."
A young woman wearing a complete set of pink Dacron dress stood at the door of the Jiang family.
Zhao Qiuqin didn't find it strange to see someone, but took the rice dumpling with a smile and asked, "Your mother coughed twice last time. Has she been better these past two days?"
"Don't worry, the cough has already healed." The female comrade who spoke looked around the yard, "Is An'an and Ningning not here? I even brought them some wild fruits~"
"He's not here. He was taken out to play by his two uncles."
"I'll give you all the wild fruits. I have something to do at home, so I'll leave first."
As the female comrade left, Zhao Qiuqin sighed inwardly. She wondered which boy would marry such a good girl in the future. If her own Beiwang were a few years older...
Coincidentally, Song Beiwang came in with two children. As an uncle, he was still angry with the two children and said to their mother, "Mom, please talk to An'an and Ningning. I told them not to play in the puddles, but they insisted on going in. Now they're all wet."
It was only May, and the weather was not that cold, but not too hot either. The two little ones were wearing a single long-sleeved shirt and a small vest, and their pants and clothes were all wet.
When Zhao Qiuqin saw this scene, veins on his forehead were throbbing.
Forget it, no matter how many years older her youngest son is, he is not worthy of the girl.
As for the two little kids… Ningning, who had a very accurate intuition, immediately broke free from her uncle’s clutches, ran to her grandmother, and acted coquettishly: “Grandma, it was my uncle who took us to play. My uncle said treading water is fun. My uncle also said that grandma loves An An and me and won’t criticize us~”
The little kid's last syllable is even more childish, a great way to act coquettish.
The anger in Zhao Qiuqin's heart subsided, and she also wanted to ask her youngest son whether what Ningning said was true. She glanced at Song Beiwang, who looked at his biological mother and felt guilty. Zhao Qiuqin, who knew her youngest son very well, knew what was going on.
In this matter, the youngest son must have wanted to see An An Ning Ning's excitement and said that treading water was fun, but the words that would not be criticized by her later would not come from the youngest son's mouth.
She couldn't bear to scold or hit An An Ningning. She would always go and help her if she fell down. She usually let her daughter and son-in-law discipline An An Ningning and didn't interfere.
But it is only natural for a mother to discipline her youngest son.
Zhao Qiuqin picked up a mud brick from the ground, but when Song Beiwang saw her mother like this, he ran away. After chasing her to the gate of her yard, she stopped chasing her and just cursed, "You little bastard, don't go home if you have the guts."
The two little kids in the room were smiling.
But Zhao Qiuqin, who had come back to clean up for them, said, "I'll tell your mother about this!"
An An Ning Ning: ...
Wait until my mother comes home in the evening.
The two little ones were punished by standing against the wall for a quarter of an hour.
Even if their father came back, it would be useless. Jiang Baizhou, who loves his wife very much, would only comfort her.
An An Ning Ning: Sigh...
Song Beiwang returned home for dinner and followed Song Tianshun in. Song Tianshun, who was about to graduate in a month, went home more often than before.
For Song Tianshun's sake, Song Beiwang did not get the brick package again.
The next day was Song Jiayu's one day off a week.
I slept until I woke up naturally. This was a good time when I just married Jiang Baizhou.
After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she looked at the handful of cucumbers given to her by Song Ma. The small vegetable garden on the balcony was growing very well thanks to the hard work of Comrade Song Demin and the occasional assistance of Song Jiayu's wood-type supernatural powers.
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