The original owner also had two pieces of egg cakes and some White Rabbit milk candies. Although these were good things in that era, Jiang Wanwan didn't really need them because she had a two-bedroom apartment, so she had kept them in the box. Only now did she remember that she smelled something and it smelled a little off. She wasn't sure if it had gone bad or if this was just the smell of egg cakes of that era. She didn't dare eat it anymore and took it to the backyard to feed the chickens.
After packing up, Lu Xiao still hadn't come back, so Jiang Wanwan didn't wait for him and fell asleep. In this age without mobile phones, she had already developed the habit of going to bed early and getting up early. Because she was thinking about something, she woke up at dawn.
Lu Xiao was preparing the tools he was going to bring in the yard, and Jiang Wanwan went straight into the kitchen.
Last night she made some dough and prepared to steam a pot of steamed buns with 20 grams of flour. Although there is enough white flour now, it is enough to steam buns with pure white flour, but the collective life is too special and there will be a lot of unnecessary trouble. So she added some corn flour to make it look less enviable.
Her hands were very quick. While steaming the buns, she also cut potatoes and beans. After the buns were out of the pan, she fried some spicy and sour potato shreds and braised beans with meat.
The two had just finished breakfast when the bell for work rang. Jiang Wanwan was a little hurried to clean up. Hearing the bell for work made her feel like she was back in elementary school.
A big hand reached out and helped her pack the lunch she was going to take. "Don't worry, it's okay to be late."
"Oh," Jiang Wanwan replied casually, handing the lunch box to Lu Xiao. She picked up the army green backpack she had prepared long ago and was about to leave when the man pulled her back again, "Take this with you."
It was a headscarf. Lu Xiao looked at her fair face and explained, "Corn leaves can easily scratch your face."
Jiang Wanwan slapped her forehead. She had really forgotten about this. She took the headscarf, pulled out a pair of gloves from her bag and stuffed them into his hands. "This is for you."
Pure white nylon gloves were taken out from Jiang Wanwan's two-bedroom apartment. When she was renovating the house, she decorated many places according to her own preferences. In order to make work easier, she bought a lot of these labor protection gloves.
Lu Xiao looked at the gloves stuffed into his hands, and a hint of warmth flashed across his eyes.
He saw that she had two pairs of gloves in her bag. Although he didn't need them for work, she had him in her heart.
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