"You're so generous, that's awesome!"
Song Jiayu gave a thumbs up. She was still thinking about how to complete the task related to Chef Xu today. Now it’s here, right?
Wen Yun was busy with the move, so the young couple went to the compound next door to work. Song Jiayu turned around and happened to meet Wu Li who was pushing a cart out. This young clerk in the purchasing department was dressed well in a shirt and suit pants. He gave Song Jiayu a smile that he thought was handsome, but in fact she disliked greasy people.
"You like the food in the state-owned restaurant. I'll treat you next time."
Song Jiayu responded with a forced smile: "No, I don't know you well."
Wu Li did not follow or physically assault Song Jiayu like a vicious man. Apart from occasionally using obscure language, he did nothing. This resulted in Song Jiayu being unable to break up with him even if she wanted to. People would think she was sick or had delusions?
"Just because we're not familiar with each other now doesn't mean we won't be familiar with each other in the future. I still really want to be friends with you."
The words "want" and "friend" were emphasized.
Song Jiayu raised her head. Does this person really not feel greasy?
"Haha, if you have the guts to say that, say it in front of Jiang Baizhou, you stinky reptile from the ditch."
After saying this, Song Jiayu left without looking back.
Wu Li, who was standing at the gate of the compound, looked like he was wearing several masks on his face, performing a face-changing performance. His expression was unpredictable, and finally he pushed his bicycle out of the compound with a gloomy face.
When he was nearing Compound No. 13, he was hooked by Widow Yang and came to a hidden corner of a dark alley. No one could see him. Wu Li became bolder and grabbed Widow Yang's head and kissed her, venting all the anger in his heart. This angry kiss was fierce and fierce. By the time they separated, Widow Yang's lips were already swollen.
She stretched out her hand, and Wu Li also took out a handful of coins and several bills.
After getting what she wanted, Widow Yang said, "It's been almost half a month, and you still have a failure. Since she ignored you, why didn't you come to me?"
Wu Li: "How can you compare with her?"
In Wu Li's heart, Song Jiayu lived up to the name. She was as beautiful as jade and as bright as the moonlight in the sky. As for Widow Yang, God knows how many men she had been with before he took her.
Such words...didn't hurt Widow Yang's heart. She relied on collusion to survive, so why would she care about a man's sincerity? She just needed money and tickets to support herself and her two daughters.
"Yes, yes, I'm not as good as them, but before you get it, you can come to me."
After leaving these words, Widow Yang gave him a sweet kiss before leaving.
After that, Wu Li came out, missing the time, as if they didn't know each other at all.
At noon, before going out, Song Jiayu moved the crops she had grown into the yard. There was a naughty child in the yard and she was worried about him. Today she wore a sky blue short-sleeved top and a pleated skirt that reached her calves. Her two pigtails fell on her shoulders, and she added bright yellow strips of cloth to the braids. She wore a pair of white sneakers on her feet, and her outfit was very eye-catching.
At the same time, because she is good-looking and has the wood-type ability to maintain her health, she has a very good complexion, red lips and white teeth, and she attracts the attention of most people when she goes out.
Wen Yun walked aside and said, "I feel so stressed when I walk with you."
Song Jiayu rolled her eyes. "How can you say you're under pressure? I think you're enjoying yourself."
"Ahem," Wen Yun coughed uncomfortably. She liked good-looking people. She was fascinated by Jiang Baizhou's face in junior high school. Later, she realized that good looks could not make a living, so she found Chang Shi, who was a tough and capable man. But that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate beautiful faces.
Song Jiayu has a really pretty face.
Apart from Shen Baozhu who got married two years ago, there are really no particularly good-looking female lesbians in Tianwen Lane.
"Can you please not expose me?"
Song Jiayu was speechless: "Just look at the face, what's there to be ashamed of? If Jiang Baizhou hadn't been so good-looking, I wouldn't have married him."
Wen Yun...once again had a new understanding of Song Jiayu's shamelessness.
The two of them chatted and laughed as they arrived at the state-owned restaurant.
It was not yet twelve o'clock, and the two of them came in and found an empty seat. They first looked at the menu on the wall, which included eight dishes: pork belly, prawn noodles, fried radish balls, cold-mixed dried bamboo shoots, smashed cucumber, etc.
They ordered two large bowls of prawn noodles and a plate of cold-mixed dried bamboo shoots. Wen Yun went to pay the bill, and while waiting for the prawn noodles to be served, the two sat on a bench and chatted.
"What kind of job does your Chang Shi do in the factory? Why are his arms so big?"
"He's a hammersmith, already a level 2 worker. He's very strong and can continue to rise in the future. With such good conditions, none of my family members agree to let me marry him. I think they're just afraid that I'll have a new backer and won't be able to bring good things to the family."
Thinking about tearing up the college acceptance letter, maybe Wen Yun's casual complaint is true? But just listen to it, Song Jiayu will not follow others to complain about their parents, and her relationship with Wen Yun is not that close.
"What about you? Where do you work now?"
"It was at the county garment factory. My classmate told me about it. They were only hiring five people, and I was chosen."
Seeing the confident smile on Wen Yun's face, Song Jiayu understood where the tailoring technology learning card came from. This person must have real skills in this area.
Giving a thumbs-up, she praised him, "You're capable."
"Don't talk about me. Why don't you think about finding a job? Jiang Baizhou wants to find a way to get you in. It's very simple."
Song Jiayu shook her head fiercely: "No, I just want to eat and drink for free and be a parasite."
joke!
In my previous life, I almost ruined my stomach by drinking at the table!
Working overtime until late at night every other day, he was so tired that he died suddenly!
After all those years, does she just want to give up in this life?
Maybe she would think about starting a career in the future, but definitely not now. It had only been less than three months since she suddenly died and traveled back to the 1960s.
"You, how can you be so lacking in ambition!" Wen Yun was very disappointed.
"Does my lack of ambition bother you?" Song Jiayu replied.
Just as the window was opening, Chef Xu came out with two bowls of shrimp noodles. Seeing Song Jiayu, he remembered, "Isn't this Jiang Baizhou's wife?"
"Yes, Uncle Xu, I'm here to eat the dishes you cooked. The Mu Shu pork I had last time is still a must-try for me. Your cooking skills are definitely top-notch."
The thumb that appeared again made Wen Yun's eyes dazzle.
Damn, this guy can’t give a thumbs up to everyone!
She is really happy!
Chef Xu laughed heartily at the praise. Before the restaurant was still around, he could hear compliments every day. Now that there is only a state-owned restaurant, the compliments are less frequent. "You are so nice to talk to, kid. Wait a minute, I'll pour you another glass."
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