Shen Ruomei praised the bamboo fungus chicken soup repeatedly, but she only drank two sips of her own large bowl of soup before taking it to the kitchen.
Song Yan noticed, "Why didn't you drink it?"
Shen Ruomei: "I'm very full, and I can't drink anymore."
This soup is so delicious, I definitely can't bear to waste it. I'll take it with me when I leave.
Song Yan: Not to mention that Shen Ruomei never comes empty-handed, even if other classmates come, Song Yan wouldn't hesitate to bring a bowl of soup. Song Yan could guess almost exactly what Shen Ruomei was thinking.
This bamboo fungus and chicken soup is truly exceptional; the flavor is incredibly rich. Grandma He's grandson, Sandan, smelled it at the door and ran home to ask his grandmother for some.
Mrs. He's family doesn't have any; the kids are crying because they're so hungry for it.
However, no matter how much the child cried this time, the old lady didn't dare to scold anyone.
Xiao Hu heard the neighbor scolding their child clearly, and he told everyone to hear it so they could have some fun.
Yueyue kept her head down and ate the fish with gusto, seemingly oblivious to what Uncle Tiger was saying.
Old Zeng affectionately stroked the child's head.
Yueyue tilted her head, dodging Lao Zeng's hand. "I'm eating!"
Old Zeng laughed heartily.
Aunt Wei laughed along with her. She was so happy! So very happy.
In Kyoto, even scallions for stir-fries cost money. Aunt Wei had many worries. How would this large family, with a baby on the way, manage?
She's felt at ease since yesterday.
Because Wong Tai Sin is back.
Since Song Yan went to school, the family's food supplies haven't changed. It would be a lie to say Aunt Wei wasn't disappointed. However, the old lady wasn't greedy; she felt she'd already gotten enough over the years. She had already let go of the matter of Huang Daxian's passing.
The family's grain was brought from the production brigade, and with more people in the family, cooking one meal would take up a lot of food.
When she went to get the food to cook yesterday, she was surprised to find that the flour sack was full, and there was also cornmeal and sorghum. This time there were even some mountain produce.
The wood ear mushrooms and mushrooms that Song Yan brought have been given away to almost everyone.
Now it's the same bag.
Wong Tai Sin is here!
Song Yan is truly blessed.
Everyone enjoyed the meal.
When Shen Ruomei left, Song Yan not only brought her bamboo fungus soup, but also a cold shredded chicken salad.
Song Yan truly felt he had been negligent. He used to frequently send things to General Shen. Now that he knew about their relationship, he had nothing left to send.
What happened back then wasn't General Shen's fault, and he hasn't done anything wrong now either. On the contrary, he's quietly trying his best not to cause them any trouble.
Shen Ruomei would bring things here from time to time. Song Yan was certain that most of them were prepared by General Shen.
Shen Ruomei's reason for taking the things was that she ate lunch here and couldn't go empty-handed, could she?
Starting today, Song Yan will occasionally have Shen Ruomei bring some vegetables back with her.
Leaving aside the future, just looking at today, Shen Ruomei is overjoyed.
The food at Song Yan's house is delicious, but it would be even better if Song Yan cooked it himself.
Shen Ruomei took the soup directly to her father's military unit.
Shen Changchuan was not there, so Shen Ruomei waited patiently.
Shen Changchuan didn't return until dinner time. Knowing his daughter had come, he went straight to his office without going to the cafeteria for dinner.
As soon as I opened the office door, a fresh and delicious aroma wafted out.
"What's so fresh?" Shen Changchuan asked.
Shen Ruomei was smiling so hard her eyes almost disappeared; she must have brought him some good stuff.
"Dad, come and have a taste!" Shen Ruomei first served Shen Changchuan a bowl of soup.
Shen Ruomei: "Look at all the soup Song Yan brought. It's definitely not just for me. How could I possibly drink all of this?"
The delicious soup had already put Shen Changchuan in a very good mood, and when he heard that Song Yan had brought it for him, he felt even more at ease.
Shen Ruomei told her father about what Yueyue had done, and Shen Changchuan listened with delight, even though he had witnessed it firsthand. He was willing to hear it again.
Now he misses that clever little girl so much that Shen Changchuan can't wait to see her.
I'll go tomorrow.
…
When I first arrived in Beijing, I was so busy that I felt time flew by every day.
That evening, Wei Aiguo hugged his wife and talked to her about what he had done that day.
Wei Aiguo was thinking about the raw stone he was going to send to Grandpa Ding.
The old man must be bored out of his mind! Upon seeing this rough stone, he asked Wei Aiguo if he was sure he wanted to cut it open.
Wei Aiguo nodded, and Grandpa Ding started to open the window for it.
The outer layer had just been removed, revealing a vibrant green interior—it was icy jadeite, a rare and excellent material. Grandpa Ding was extremely excited. He promised to carve it into something wonderful.
Song Yan was also surprised. Could it be that the space also affects the raw stones? She could open a jade shop in the future, because she would have a continuous supply of goods.
And then there's Aunt Ji, she's so efficient! I asked her to find a place yesterday, and she's got one by today. Wei Aiguo went to see it himself. The location is on the outskirts of Kyoto, a typical small courtyard with four rooms.
That place is definitely safe, because the police station is right behind the courtyard.
Because it's located on the edge of the area, the rent is relatively cheaper. It's even cheaper if you rent the whole yard. Six dollars a month.
Wei Aiguo paid a year's rent upfront. He'd spent all the money in his pocket. Now he was asking his wife for money.
Song Yan plans to go and take a look tomorrow.
Xiao Hu is really good at business. In just a few days, he's already thoroughly familiarized himself with the nearby vegetable market, black market, and flea market.
This afternoon I told my second brother that he bought all the vegetables from other people because he thought they were cheap, and made a profit of 60 cents by reselling them.
Song Yan will prepare some goods for Xiao Hu tomorrow, so he won't be bored. Song Yan himself also wants to make some money.
…
Song Yan's third aunt has been in poor health since childhood, and she feels that she has always been a burden.
Now that Song Yan needs help, she is really looking forward to it. She can finally help others instead of being a burden.
Because she always felt like she was a burden, she didn't send a telegram before going to Kyoto. After getting off the train, she simply followed the address to find her way there.
My third aunt is coming to Kyoto this time and will stay for at least a few years. She brought all her belongings with her.
I filled several bags to the brim. The luggage was checked in; I retrieved it from the baggage claim area after getting off the train.
My third aunt was originally a quiet and reserved person, but with all these bags on her back, she looked like someone who had fled famine.
After asking around, Auntie took a bus to the area where Song Yan lived.
After getting off the bus, it wasn't easy to find the alley where Song Yan lived.
Looking at the bustling street, Auntie continued to inquire.
Her packages were numerous and heavy, making it very inconvenient for her to move around.
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