The road from Shili Township to the town is a dirt road. In order to prevent the road from becoming muddy and difficult to walk on when it rains, a thick layer of fine gravel and coal slag is specially laid, which makes the soles of shoes particularly abrasive when walking.
She spent 40 yuan to buy the leather shoes in the city. If the soles were worn out, she would lose a lot of money.
“Gulu——”
After all this trouble, it was already noon, so Song Tingfeng had no choice but to go back to Huang's house to have lunch.
The Huang family was cooking lunch, and wisps of green smoke were rising from the kitchen roof and chimney.
Looking at Song Tingfeng who had returned, Huang Kailin frowned, "Why are you back again?"
Song Tingfeng immediately started to complain bitterly, exaggerating the fact that Chen Bin had abandoned the customer halfway.
I originally thought that the Huang family would be on her side and comfort her, but after listening to her accusations, Huang Kailin just said indifferently, "You deserve it."
Song Tingfeng was so angry that tears were about to fall, "Dad, I am the daughter-in-law of your Huang family. I am being bullied now, and you are actually speaking up for the outsider who bullied me. Is there any justice in this world?"
"I'm on the side of justice, not relatives. Don't you know what good things you did this morning? If you're dishonest, don't blame others for not giving you face."
It turned out that just as Song Tingfeng left the village, someone came to the Huang family and told the Huang family about the conflict between Song Tingfeng and the motorcycle taxi driver.
Song Tingfeng couldn't hide his guilty conscience, but he still said, "What does it have to do with me? It's obviously that motorcycle taxi driver who wanted to cheat me out of money."
Huang Kailin sneered, "He does more than ten trips a day, and no one else cheats, but you?"
"Who knows what he was thinking? He saw that I was from the town and thought I was being taken advantage of."
Seeing that she was stubborn, Huang Kailin didn't bother to say any more nonsense and lowered his head to continue making his bamboo weaving.
Song Tingfeng felt disappointed and turned around to go to the kitchen. However, as soon as he reached the kitchen door, he was blocked by Liu Zhi who came out.
"Sister-in-law, what are we having for lunch? Make one more meal for myself. I want to eat here."
“Pumpkin rice.”
Song Tingfeng hated eating pumpkin the most. Hearing this, he couldn't help but frown, "What else do you want to eat?"
“Isn’t pumpkin a vegetable?”
"Cook something else. I don't eat pumpkin."
"There's nothing else. If nothing works, you can just eat pickles."
Pickles are pickles, they are always better than pumpkin.
Song Tingfeng still wanted to go into the kitchen, but Liu Zhi blocked the door like a door god and refused to let her in.
"Sister-in-law, please make way. I'm going in to talk to mom."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xinghua came out and asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
Song Tingfeng was speechless for a moment.
Of course, her purpose of going into the kitchen was not to chat, but to see what good things were in the kitchen.
"Come on, what are you standing there for? Didn't you say you wanted to chat with me? Let's go sit in the main room and chat slowly."
Liu Zhi replied at the right time, "Mom, you can have a good chat with my third brother and his wife, and I'll watch the fire in the pot."
"Um."
At this point, Song Tingfeng had no choice but to follow Yang Xinghua to the main room reluctantly.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law chatted for a while in the house, and then the smell of burnt rice wafted from the direction of the kitchen.
"The meal is ready, I'll go help my sister-in-law!"
Song Tingfeng stood up and walked out. Yang Xinghua had poor legs and feet, so she couldn't catch up with him even if she wanted to.
"Sister-in-law, let me help serve the food!"
As soon as she entered the kitchen, Song Tingfeng's eyes started to look around everywhere, but unfortunately, her eyes were almost cramped, and she didn't see the Huang family's bacon.
"Third sister-in-law, pass me four bowls."
After hearing what Liu Zhi said, Song Tingfeng had to put his thoughts aside for a while and opened the cupboard to get the bowls.
Liu Zhi opened the lid of the pot, and hot steam accompanied by the unique aroma of pumpkin rice immediately filled the air.
A pot of golden pumpkin rice. The rice grains have been soaked in pumpkin juice and turned light yellow. Sprinkle a handful of green chopped green onions, drizzle with two spoons of soy sauce, and stir-fry evenly with a spatula. A pot of fragrant and delicious pumpkin rice is ready.
After Liu Zhi added the soy sauce, he picked up the spatula and prepared to stir-fry, but was stopped by Song Tingfeng.
Given the Huang family's current financial situation, rice is considered a precious food. For example, the pumpkin rice they cooked for lunch today actually contains very little rice, with pumpkin accounting for two-thirds.
Song Tingfeng didn't eat pumpkin, so he just picked up some rice and filled a big bowl with it, leaving almost nothing in the pot except pumpkin and a few grains of rice.
"Okay, I'll just eat this bowl."
Song Tingfeng turned around and found that Huang Kailin had walked in at some point and was standing behind her, staring at her with a bad look on his face.
Song Tingfeng smiled guiltily, "Dad, come in and serve the rice too..."
Huang Kailin snatched the bowl from her hand without saying a word, poured the rice back into the pot, then took the spatula from his eldest daughter-in-law and stir-fried the pumpkin rice evenly.
Song Tingfeng on the side grumbled in dissatisfaction, "I already said I don't eat pumpkin..."
Huang Kailin handed the spatula to his eldest daughter-in-law, turned around and glared at her coldly, "Eat it or not, if you don't want to eat it, get out."
Huang Kailin usually doesn't get angry, but when he does, he can be quite scary.
Song Tingfeng didn't dare to say anything more.
After Liu Zhi served three bowls of rice and brought them out, Song Tingfeng reluctantly picked up the rice in the pot.
The pumpkin becomes soft and glutinous after being cooked, and after being stir-fried it almost becomes pumpkin puree. It has already blended with the little amount of white rice and cannot be distinguished at all.
For the sake of her stomach, Song Tingfeng finally served half a bowl of pumpkin rice and took it out to eat.
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Yun Mo and Xie Xia took a taxi to Ronghua Company. As soon as they arrived at the gate, they bumped into Luo Xuelan who was about to go out.
"mom."
"Aunt Luo."
Luo Xuelan smiled and put her hands around their shoulders. "You came to see me specially?"
Luo Xuelan had sprayed perfume on her body, a fragrant but non-greasy herbal scent that was both elegant and gentle, yet noble and elegant, and had a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.
It suits Luo Xuelan's temperament very well.
Xie Xia tilted her head and said, "I came here to accompany Momo."
Luo Xuelan turned her head and looked at Yun Mo, with a comfortable smile in her eyes, "Xiao Mo'er, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"Xiaomo" is an elder-style name, but Luo Xuelan added the "er" sound at the end, which inexplicably made it more intimate and close.
Even though Yun Mo is actually a mature woman in her 20s, she cannot resist this feeling of closeness and appears to be well-behaved and docile in front of Luo Xuelan.
"Aunt Luo, I'm here to deliver the report."
"Hmm? The report on Snowflake Su? Have you already written it?"
Facing Luo Xuelan's surprised gaze, Yun Mo nodded slightly and took out a stack of papers bound with staples from her bag.
Luo Xuelan took the report and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Xiao Moer, did you write this by hand?"
"I don't have a typewriter at home, so I just wrote it by hand. Aunt Luo, please take a look at the content first. If there is no problem, I will print it out with a typewriter..."
Luo Xuelan smiled and patted her head. "It's okay. Your handwriting is very neat. I have an appointment to discuss something at noon. I'll look at the report in the afternoon. Um...are you free tonight?"
Yun Mo nodded.
"Okay then, come home with Xia'er after school, and we'll talk in detail then."
"good."
The secretary came over and quietly reminded Luo Xuelan that it was time to leave.
Luo Xuelan nodded and asked her secretary to take the two of them to the restaurant for dinner.
"Xia'er, Xiaomo'er, I have something else to do. You and Xiaodong should go have lunch and then go back to school."
After saying this, he left without giving the two a chance to agree or refuse.
Watching Luo Xuelan's hurried back as she left, Xie Xia gave Yun Mo a helpless look.
Second update~ (End of this chapter)