"Dad, if you give it to Qin Zheng, Qin Zheng has to be willing to accept it! It's okay, at worst we can send him some food from time to time! Pork shop, braised chicken feet, etc., Qin Zheng likes to eat them very much."
While saying that Qin Zheng liked to eat it, Nuan Bao's mouth corners were already gleaming with sparkling tears.
Looking at his foodie daughter, Nuan's father couldn't help but twitch his lips.
To thank Shen Wenbin for helping deliver the car, Nuan's mother and grandmother prepared a large table of delicious food.
With the support of the country, the two villages gradually began to live a better life.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Nuanbao has been in this world for a year. Now Nuanbao is already an eight and a half year old first grade student.
That’s right, grade 11.
When he was three and a half, the village built a primary school, and Nuanbao successfully passed the entrance exam and was accepted into the village school. Seeing his older brothers riding their bicycles, zipping around the small streets every day, Nuanbao envied them. However, his father felt that Nuanbao was too young and would be prone to bullying if he started middle school too early, so Nuanbao finally gritted his teeth and finished primary school in the village.
"Bao'er, you're done with your exams today. Relax a little and don't keep reading all day long!"
Seeing her granddaughter growing taller, the grandmother's eyes were filled with love. She turned around and took out the watermelon that had been stagnating in the refrigerator all morning. She cut it into small pieces, put them on a plate, and then gave it to Nuan Bao to eat.
This refrigerator was invented by Qin Zheng two years ago. When asked why Qin Zheng insisted on working night shifts to research the refrigerator when he was so busy with work in the research institute, Qin Zheng's answer at the time almost made several professors angry to death.
"Oh, my wife Nuanbao is afraid of the heat in summer. With a refrigerator, she can have cold drinks freely."
Hehe, you can have your cold drink! So I asked you to join my class to help with a research project, and you said you'd been overworking your brain lately and your head was aching. Then you turned around and started tinkering with the rice cooker in your dorm. I asked you why you were researching this thing when you don't cook for yourself, and you replied that the heating pad needed to learn how to cook, not how to light a clay stove. Haha, haha, haha!
The professors were completely convinced of Qin Zheng's eccentricity. They weren't surprised at his occasional household appliance discovery. On the contrary, if he didn't come up with anything new for a month or two, they would start to wonder if Qin Zheng had lost his mind.
Nuanbao ate the cool watermelon with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Grandma, I've finished my exams. Let's pack up and go back to town tomorrow. Little Xinxin is about to go to kindergarten. We should go back someday and ask which kindergarten is suitable!"
At that time, kindergartens were all public, mostly set up by large factories to provide convenience for factory workers. To put it nicely, they were kindergartens, but to put it bluntly, they were nurseries, helping busy workers solve their worries and help take care of their children.
Now my brothers have graduated from elementary school and middle school, and it’s time for them to go to high school.
Although Second Uncle and Second Aunt had moved here two years ago due to Second Uncle's job transfer, the staff dormitory they lived in was only a one-bedroom apartment. With their four-and-a-half-year-old daughter Yuanyuan, it was already crowded, and it was simply unrealistic to squeeze four young men in.
After much consideration, and with Nuan Bao's father's encouragement, Nuan Ba finally decided to buy a house here in the near future.
When the grandmother heard that it concerned her granddaughter's schooling, she swallowed back the excuse that was on the tip of her tongue.
"Okay, okay, then I'll tell your grandfather and the others right now."
"Grandpa, are they still looking in the potato field? Aren't the potatoes almost ripe and ready to be harvested at any time? What are they still looking at?"
Since the potato flour factory was built in Linjiang Village, all the land in Linjiang Village, except for the land used to produce the required grain, has been planted with potatoes.
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