Chapter 60 Packaging Box
The morning light poured into the room through the window frame. When Cheng Xin turned over, she felt the cold sheets. She opened her eyes and found that there was no one beside her. She sat up from the quilt with sleepy eyes. Her body was clean and refreshed. The fatigue and soreness from last night disappeared without a trace.
There was a fire burning in the stove in the room, and an aluminum kettle was sitting on it.
Cheng Xin sat on the bed in a daze, and Geng Yunye pushed the door open with a box in his arms. He opened the cardboard box, and inside was a set of moon-white autumn clothes and trousers. The soft cotton material was woven with fine twill, and the stitches were even, so it must have been sewn by a machine. The waistband of the trousers was specially made with elastic, which was convenient and practical.
Cheng Xin stretched out her hand to touch the autumn clothes, and Geng Yunye grabbed her wrist: "Don't be in a hurry, try this first." He took out a set of exquisite underwear from under the autumn clothes, the pure white lace was dotted with small pearls.
"This is a new product from the brigade factory. The sample is a French underwear I brought back from Yue City. When the department store in the city saw the finished product, they immediately ordered 5,000 pieces."
Geng Yunye pinched the shoulder strap with his fingers, the fabric was slippery in his palm, "It's not appropriate to give this as a gift before the wedding, but it's different now." He put the bra on Cheng Xin's shoulders and pointed at the criss-crossed thin straps on the back, "The buckle is at the back." As he said that, he demonstrated how to adjust the tightness.
Cheng Xin lowered her head and stared at the delicate lace on her chest, her fingertips stroking the delicate and silky fabric.
Geng Yunye walked around behind her and pushed her long hair behind her ears. "Raise your hands and put on the shoulder straps first." She raised her arms obediently, and he put them on for her with quick movements, his fingertips accidentally brushing against her collarbone.
"Look here," he adjusted the position of the fabric with his palm, guiding her to lean forward so that her breasts would fall into the calculated cup curve, and introduced: "The edges that the female workers lock by hand are more comfortable than those sewn by machines."
Geng Yunye's fingers moved flexibly, fastening the buckles on her back, and carefully checking the tightness of the shoulder straps, adjusting them to the most comfortable position.
"It's more comfortable with this support." He adjusted the position of the bra and smoothed the lace edges with his fingers to ensure that every part fit perfectly.
He took a half step back and looked her up and down, the smile on his face gentle and doting: "Turn around and let me see, is it a good fit?"
Cheng Xin turned around with her limbs stiff, and Geng Yunye reached out to straighten the crooked shoulder strap.
Her cheeks had already turned red, and the unfamiliar feeling of restraint made her breathe rapidly. But when she thought about not having to use a cotton chest binder during the busy farming season, she forced herself to adapt: "It is indeed a lot lighter to put it on."
Without waiting for Geng Yunye to speak, she picked up the matching underwear and got into bed to put it on.
Geng Yunye saw her acting as if she was facing a great enemy, and immediately laughed and cried: "If you feel comfortable, I will give you a set every month in the future. This is the benefit of being a shareholder."
Cheng Xin nodded shyly. The new underwear was more comfortable than the bellyband and cotton bra binder.
On the table was the breakfast made by Geng Yunye. The surface of the steaming steamed egg was smooth, sprinkled with chopped green onions and drizzled with sesame oil.
Cheng Xin took a bite and the tender and smooth taste spread on her tongue. Geng Yunye was eating the leftovers from yesterday's wedding banquet.
After breakfast, she strolled in the small courtyard to digest the food. The front yard and the back yard were connected by a winding gravel road, and the back yard could be reached through the main room.
Geng Yunye took her to the pigpen in the corner of the backyard, where two little wild boars were happily rooting for food.
"I asked the kids in the brigade to help cut grass for the pigs. They cut two baskets a day and brought them home. I earned two yuan a month."
Just as Cheng Xin was about to speak, he pinched her fingertips and reached out to tuck her hair behind her ears: "You don't even know all the roads, don't run around. The kids are rushing to work, just think of it as earning some pocket money for them."
He pointed to the open space in the yard and said, "If you want to kill time, grow some vegetables in the yard. I can get you whatever you want to grow."
Cheng Xin's eyes lit up, and she began to plan excitedly: "First plant peppers, Chinese cabbage and onions, and then plant cucumbers and tomatoes in the summer. I can pick them when I want to eat them!"
Geng Yunye smiled and nodded, his eyes full of indulgence: "I'll do as you say."
He took Cheng Xin to the front of the courtyard and pointed to a small plot of land at the bottom of the slope. "That's our private plot. Each family in the brigade has a private plot of this size, but the open space in front of and behind the house can be used as a vegetable garden. You have the final say on what we plant in our vegetable garden in the future."
Cheng Xin had prepared herself mentally before marrying here, but she was still shocked by the arable land area of Gengjiawan Brigade. The per capita private plot area was only half of that of her mother's family. No wonder the Haiwan Commune wanted to implement the central government's policy of developing family sideline businesses. If you don't run a legitimate family sideline business, you will have no way to survive.
After breakfast was almost digested, Cheng Xin went back to her room to sort out her dowry. She took the clothes out of the camphorwood box, folded them and put them in the large wardrobe with a mirror. She didn't have many clothes, so she moved all of them to the new wardrobe in less than half an hour.
Before she got married, she used her mother's camphorwood box as a dowry to store her clothes. Country girls all used boxes as wardrobes, and only city people used large wardrobes. The wardrobe door her father made for her even had a full-length mirror, which was very impressive.
Cheng Xin was leaning against the window, while Geng Yunye was washing clothes in the pool in the yard: "Where are your clothes? I'll put them in the closet for you, and the camphorwood box will be used to store bedding in the future."
He didn't even look up: "It's in my box."
Cheng Xin carefully opened his suitcase. There were only a few pieces of clothes in it, fewer than she had.
As the sun rose higher, Geng Yunye hung their clothes out to dry in the yard.
Cheng Xin saw that it was almost time to make lunch. Just as she was about to go to the kitchen, Geng Yunye, wearing an apron, stood at the door of the main room. "Today we're having bacon and potato stew with rice. You take a break, I'll do it."
Cheng Xin was stunned: "I can cook." She remembered that when they first met, he said that he was not a good cook.
Geng Yunye had already started washing rice. He turned around and winked at her: "There are only two of us at home. How can I let you cook when I'm at home? If I go out, I will prepare the meal for you in advance. Ladies should stay away from the kitchen."
Cheng Xin was amused by him, "A gentleman stays away from the kitchen." She leaned against the kitchen door and watched him skillfully cut bacon and peel potatoes. The sunlight shone through the window, gilding his profile.
"You really don't need my help?" she asked, tilting her head.
Geng Yunye poured the chopped bacon and potato cubes into the iron pan, and the oil sizzled. "Just make the fire burn brighter."
The aroma of bacon mixed with potatoes gradually filled the entire kitchen. Cheng Xin added firewood to the stove, her heart filled with sweetness. It turned out that being pampered by someone would make even cooking a romantic thing.
Geng Yunye lifted the lid of the pot, and the aroma of bacon and potatoes filled the air. The rice in the iron pot was shiny and glossy, and the soft potato cubes were full of the aroma of meat and the layers of fat and lean bacon. He poured the rice into a coarse porcelain bowl and deliberately put a few more pieces of fat and lean bacon into Cheng Xin's bowl.
Cheng Xin took out a blue-rimmed porcelain plate from the cupboard and opened the bamboo lid. This was the pickled vegetables she had made before she got married, and she had taken two jars with her when she left. The pickled vegetables were cut into thin strips and fried in lard, and the sight of them was appetizing.
"Try this." Cheng Xin put the fried pickles into Geng Yunye's bowl. After being fried with lard, the originally dry texture of the pickles became soft and chewy, and the crisp taste just neutralized the greasiness of the stewed rice.
Geng Yunye chewed the pickled vegetables and raised his eyebrows: "It may look insignificant, but it tastes even better with the braised rice. I can have another bowl after I finish it."
Cheng Xin's eyes curved, and she also picked up a piece of pickled vegetables with chopsticks and ate it with the stewed rice.
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