The factory director extended his hand and He Shaochuan shook it without hesitation.
"I came here unexpectedly today. I hope the factory manager can understand."
The factory director smiled and said, "I understand. I must understand! We are happy to do something for the soldiers. I have heard that everything in our factory can be borrowed. It is a holiday, so it is our duty to make the soldiers happy."
The factory director took them to the factory, and Ning He held Qian Lin's hand.
The child opened his eyes wide and looked around curiously, as if he had entered the Grand View Garden.
As you step into the factory, the rich aroma of cake hits your nose.
Along the way, Qianlin couldn't help but pull Ninghe's sleeve and pointed to her: "Mom, look, that truck is full of cakes!"
Ning He didn't disappoint. She looked in the direction of Qian Lin's finger and exclaimed, "Wow, it's really a cart of cakes. There are so many cakes that I can't finish them in my lifetime."
He Shaochuan listened to the mother and son talking to each other, and listened to their innocent words, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
Ninghe finally had a chance to visit a large factory.
Although it was the 1980s, the factory rules and regulations were still strict. People had to wear company uniforms when entering the factory. Especially in factories in the food industry, people not only had to wear company uniforms, but also hats, masks and gloves.
Everything must be carried out strictly in accordance with the standards.
The three of them were also required to wear factory uniforms, hats and masks.
Ning He told the factory manager that she wanted to learn how to make cakes, and soon the factory manager took Ning He to a master chef.
The master chef taught Ning He how to make the cake step by step.
The father and son watched Ning He doing it. Qian Lin asked He Shaochuan in confusion, "Dad, why don't you help Mom?"
He Shaochuan glanced at Qianlin and asked, "Why don't you go?"
Qianlin puffed his cheeks and said seriously, "Because I'm afraid of causing trouble for my mother."
"Yeah, me too." As he spoke, his eyes fell on Ning He again.
Ning He was so focused on learning how to make a cake that she was completely unaware of the conversation between the father and son.
She learned quickly and it only took her less than an hour to make a cake.
After becoming familiar with the production steps, Ning He told the master his ideas about the cake.
For example, she wants to make a giant rectangular cake and write words and draw patterns on the cake.
After listening to Ning He's idea, the old master first admired her rich imagination, but he still shook his head.
"For us bakers, it's already very difficult to make a cake. Painting on a cake is too difficult and hard to do."
They tried, but the patterns they made with buttercream weren't very sophisticated.
Because the texture of butter is hard, it is not easy to paint.
Ning He had tried it just now and it was indeed difficult to paint. One reason was that she had never used cream to paint before, and the second was that the texture of the cream was too hard.
This kind of cream is far-fetched for decorating flowers.
"This cream is not like sugar painting. You can draw beautiful animals with just a few strokes."
At this moment, the old master's casual remark gave Ning He a good idea.
Ning He's eyes lit up instantly: "Yes, butter won't work, you can use fondant!"
Combining the fondant cakes of later generations, Ning He came up with this good idea. She could use fondant to do the hand-painted part.
The master was shocked by Ning He's reaction: "What sugar did you say?"
Ning He was delighted: "Thank you, Master. I will come early tomorrow to make the cake!"
The next day was also the August 1st Day.
Ning He was very busy that day and got up at four o'clock. She asked Zhao Lan to help look after Qian Lin.
Ning He was about to set off for the cake factory early in the morning. He Shaochuan was worried, so he borrowed a bicycle from his comrade and rode Ning He towards the cake factory.
Ning He was in a good mood along the way. She sat sideways with her arms tightly around He Shaochuan's waist.
"If I had known you were so good at riding a bike, I should have bought you another one." Ning He swung his legs comfortably.
He Shaochuan thought for a moment and said, "I'll buy one when I get home and take you around the village."
When it comes to going home, Ning He has endless topics to talk about: "By the way, are you going to have a day off after today?"
"Well, pack up tomorrow and we'll go home."
"That's great! I can finally go home." Ning He sighed.
Although the days in the compound were busy and fulfilling, Ning He always felt that something was missing.
Ning He thought about it and felt that maybe he lacked some comfort.
The compound is full of military families. Although every household has military families, they are not familiar with each other. They have to be extremely careful and cautious when speaking or doing anything, as every military wife is afraid that her husband will be punished because of her actions.
Ning He had never experienced such a life of fear and worry. Even after she came here, everything Ning He did depended on her mood. She knew that many people were talking about her behind her back.
Even if she ignores it, that is a fact that cannot be changed.
When you are out there, you can't do whatever you want.
For Ning He, being able to go home for a while is like taking a vacation.
After finishing this August 1st event, she will definitely relax.
Soon they arrived at the gate of the cake factory. Ning He jumped out of the car and ran straight into the factory. He Shaochuan, like an old father, followed behind her and reminded her to walk slowly and not to rush.
He didn't ride back until he saw Ning He go in.
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The army was particularly lively on August 1st. The superiors had specially approved that every family of military dependents accompanying the troops could visit the army.
When He Shaochuan returned, Zhao Lan was about to take Qianlin out. He Shaochuan waved to Qianlin to come over.
He said to Zhao Lan, "Sister Zhao, you go first. I will take Qianlin to the camp myself later."
"Okay, then I'll leave first." Zhao Lan hurried to the cafeteria to help, and spoke loudly to Yang Guoqiang in the room.
"Old Yang, take the baby over there later. I'm leaving first!"
There are many activities today, and many military families will bring their children to watch, because there will be many competitions today.
Many children want to come and see how their fathers perform.
Qianlin also heard about it. He raised his head and asked He Shaochuan: "Dad, what competition are you participating in today?"
"Live ammunition shooting."
"Wow!" Qianlin's eyes lit up at that moment: "Are you shooting with a gun? Dad, can you teach me how to shoot?"
"Want to learn?" He Shaochuan deliberately whetted Qianlin's appetite.
Qianlin nodded excitedly: "Yes! Of course I want to learn!"
"Shooting is not taught to outsiders. When you grow up and want to join the army, I will teach you."
He Shaochuan's words were like cold water poured down from the head, extinguishing Qianlin's excitement.
He won't fall for his dad's tricks!
Qianlin snorted in annoyance: "Dad is such a stingy person! If you don't want to teach me, then don't teach me. I'll ask mom to teach me how to draw!"
He Shaochuan frowned unhappily, and when Qianlin was about to slip away, he grabbed the back of his collar.
"Your mother is very busy, don't bother her."
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