Qin Qingman kissed someone, and she felt sweet both in her mouth and heart. Wei Ling, who was kissed, also felt sweet from mouth to heart. For this sweetness, he put aside his previous worries. Since his wife said there was no problem, then there must be no problem.
Joining the army is not a matter of personal connections. No one can get in without the ability.
"A Ling, if anyone asks you for help in my name in the future, just refuse directly. If you can't refuse, just push it to me and let the other party come to me." Qin Qingman is very experienced in dealing with such matters. She has dealt with it many times in her previous life.
In her previous life, she worked hard in the countryside and moved to the city. After she became rich, a group of relatives came to her to establish relationships, all wanting her to help.
They either ask to borrow money or arrange for their children to work in the city.
Each of them has a particularly big face.
If someone with whom she had a good relationship asked, Qin Qingman would think twice before approaching them. But if someone with whom she had a bad relationship also tried to establish a relationship with her, Qin Qingman would be kicked out directly.
Before she became successful, she was sarcastic to her face and behind her back, and everyone really thought she had no temper.
After hearing what Qin Qingman said, Wei Ling knew that his wife was a clear-headed person, which would make it easier for him to handle the situation. He glanced at Chu Chu who was squatting not far away and playing with two geese. He carefully hugged his wife before letting her go.
From then on, the two of them started to use gestures and got used to expressing their feelings.
"A Ling, do you want to go back to the division headquarters after dinner?" Qin Qingman took out a handful of sweet potato flour from the storage room.
"Well, see who among Du Hongyi and the others does not have to be on duty tomorrow, and notify them to come early." Wei Ling nodded. The two of them had discussed before that they would make dumplings tomorrow on the winter solstice and invite Du Hongyi and others to their home to celebrate the reunion festival.
Qin Qingman put the sweet potato flour into the pot and slowly stewed it with the fish meat, then asked, "Master Wang, would you like to treat us?"
She remembered that the division headquarters had not yet built a family area, so now everyone in the XXX division headquarters, whether married or not, had no family to take care of them.
"No, tomorrow is the winter solstice. Although the division headquarters cannot celebrate the festival in a big way, the cafeteria will make dumplings as a snack. The division commander is the leader, he has to stay at the division headquarters to celebrate the holiday with the soldiers." Wei Ling shook his head and gave the reason for his refusal.
"All right."
When Qin Qingman heard that the division cafeteria would add extra meals tomorrow, she stopped worrying about her meal.
Wei Ling glanced at Qin Qingman slowly and said, "But you can bring some dumplings back to the commander. He will be very busy tomorrow and may not be able to eat hot dumplings." He was very busy during the winter solstice last year. Not only did he not have hot dumplings, he didn't even have cold dumplings.
Qin Qingman was stunned and understood what Wei Ling meant.
Looking at the sweet potato noodles that were being stewed, Qin Qingman said, "Isn't it a bit late to deliver it tomorrow?" Let Du Hongyi and others send the dumplings back after they have eaten and drunk enough tomorrow. Even if the commander didn't eat the dumplings, he might have eaten other foods and was full.
If you don't deliver a gift at the right point, it's as good as giving it away for nothing.
"Wife, if you don't mind the trouble, cook something for me after dinner and take it back so that we can celebrate the winter solstice in advance." This was Wei Ling's real purpose.
Wang Chengping was good to him, and he also felt sorry for him and treated him as an elder.
Qin Qingman was stunned for a moment and then looked at Wei Ling and smiled, "Okay, let's make dumplings after dinner. I just made some dough and plan to make dumplings in the evening." She had promised Chuchu in the morning that she would make dumplings with sauerkraut filling.
"Okay, I'll chop the stuffing later." Wei Ling looked at his wife with a particularly gentle look.
"Me! I can pick onions and peel garlic." Speaking of food, how can Chuchu be left out? Chuchu and E couldn't play anymore. After answering the call, she ran to Qin Qingman's side and squatted down. She expressed her abilities while swallowing her saliva as she looked at the fish in the pot.
He had just eaten noodles in the morning, and now he felt hungry again when he smelled the delicious fish.
"Are you hungry?" Qin Qingman looked at the child and suddenly felt a little hungry herself.
"Sister, do we eat too many meals at home?" Chuchu touched his belly and frowned. He remembered that his family only ate two meals a day, one was dry and the other was porridge. After drinking the porridge, they went to bed and fell asleep.
Sometimes the porridge is too watery, just like drinking water, and I can’t fall asleep even when lying in bed.
My stomach is burning with hunger.
But no matter how uncomfortable I feel, I have to force myself to fall asleep, because only by falling asleep can I resist hunger and get through the day.
Compared with the past, Chuchu is now worried and scared.
He was afraid of being hungry again.
Wei Ling and Qin Qingman both saw the worry on Chuchu's face. They looked at each other. Wei Ling took Chuchu's hand and arranged for the child to sit down. Then he said, "Three meals a day is a more reasonable arrangement. We eat more now because the body needs it. You are growing up, so you must ensure that you have enough nutrition. Only with sufficient nutrition can your body grow strong and healthy."
“But…but…”
Chu Chu looked up at Wei Ling and felt like she had a lot of worries that she wanted to express, but she didn't know how to say it.
Wei Ling certainly knew what the child was worried about.
He touched the child's head with his big hand and said, "Chu Chu, who am I?"
"Brother-in-law." Chu Chu was a little confused.
"Are we a family?" Wei Ling asked.
"Of course we are a family!" Chu Chu was anxious. She stood up, clenched her fists and looked at Wei Ling excitedly, "Brother-in-law, of course we are a family. If anyone dares to say that you are not my family, I will beat him up."
He thought someone was making up stories behind his back and was extremely angry.
Wei Ling felt warm at the sight of Chu Chu protecting him. He pulled the child close to his arms and said, "Since we are a family, it is only natural for you to use your brother-in-law's things. Don't worry, your brother-in-law can support you. We can support you by eating three meals a day."
Chu Chu's eyes widened in shock.
Wei Ling couldn't help but rub the child's head and explained, "Before we became a family, I ate in the cafeteria every day. The food in our cafeteria was not that delicious. Now we are a family, Qingman and Chuchu take care of me every day. They take good care of me, and I am very happy."
"I...I didn't take care of my brother-in-law."
Chuchu's little face turned red.
"How come you didn't take care of me? Isn't it you who heats the kang that we sleep on every day? If it weren't for Chuchu heating the kang, how could I sleep well?" Wei Ling began to count the child's grades one by one.
Chuchu nodded, it was indeed he who heated the kang at home.
"When I washed my face, Chuchu poured hot water for me and handed me a towel." Wei Ling went on to reassure the child.
"Just a few...a few times." Chu Chu felt a little embarrassed, her little face got redder, but her eyes became brighter.
Wei Ling saw that the child's face was less tangled, and concluded: "As a man, it is my responsibility to provide for the family. You are still young, so you should eat well and grow up, and make sure you are healthy and don't get sick."
"Well, brother-in-law, I will definitely eat well."
Now Chuchu no longer worries about their family having to eat three meals a day.
Qin Qingman watched the two people communicate clearly, grabbed a handful of garlic sprouts, put them into the pot, and invited the two to come over to eat.
She added some sweet potato flour to the iron pot fish stew last night.
The cooked sweet potato noodles are smooth and chewy, and after absorbing the soup, they taste as good as frozen tofu.
Holding the big bowls, the family of three had another full meal. After eating, Chuchu even burped with satisfaction.
Qin Qingman cooked, and Wei Ling automatically got up to clean the dishes and wash them. He didn't have to go to the kitchen. He could just put water in a small iron pot on the stove and boil it until it was warm.
Maybe it was because Wei Ling had praised Chu Chu for being a caring person before, so when Chu Chu saw Wei Ling cleaning up the dishes, he also actively followed Wei Ling and handed things over.
It's still possible to help add a bucket of water and pass a dishcloth.
The little body was busy following Wei Ling around.
Qin Qingman felt very good when she saw the scene in front of her. This was the home she imagined. The family helped each other and could feel warm and sweet even in trivial matters.
Eat and drink enough, about an hour.
Qin Qingman moved out the chopping board to prepare making dumplings.
To make dumplings, you must chop the fillings, and how can you do without a good helper like Wei Ling?
He can cut the hard frozen meat neatly and chop it into meat stuffing, and finally cut the sauerkraut. The taste of sauerkraut dumplings depends on the ratio of sauerkraut to meat stuffing. If there is too much meat, the sour aroma of the sauerkraut cannot be highlighted. If there is too much sauerkraut, the taste will be sour and bland.
Qin Qingman is a good cook and is very good at making stuffings.
Add some mushrooms for flavor and mix well. Finally, add salt and chopped green onions. After this step, you can start making dumplings.
Making dumplings is a job that enhances family bonding.
The family of three took action together.
Wei Ling rolled the dough, while Qin Qingman and Chuchu wrapped it.
Although Chuchu is small, children in Northeast China can learn to make dumplings as soon as they can walk.
My hands are small, so I wrap the dumplings slowly, but each one I make is as plump and beautiful as a gold ingot, without even a single tear on the skin.
"Not bad, our Chuchu works really efficiently and is a good helper." Qin Qingman took a look at the dumplings made by Chuchu and praised her.
"The ones my sister makes are good, too." Chu Chu learned the etiquette of reciprocity without any instruction.
Qin Qingman laughed happily, and the dumplings in her hands ate faster.
Knowing that Wei Ling eats a lot of rice, Qin Qingman had a whole three-pound piece of meat cut into stuffing, and added sauerkraut. In the end, the finished product covered the entire chopping board.
"Ah Ling, I made fried dumplings for you, but soup dumplings are hard to carry and will easily stick together and break."
Qin Qingman had made plans before making the dumplings. In this weather, if they are not eaten on time, the dumplings will not only easily clump together, but also break easily. This is not the case with fried dumplings. They will be shaped after frying, and then left outside for five minutes, and they will be absolutely intact.
Don’t worry even if it’s frozen, just take it home and put it in your lunch box, then heat it up on the stove in the office and you’re ready to eat.
"Wife, you are more thoughtful."
Wei Ling was deeply impressed by Qin Qingman's attentiveness.
If it were him, he probably wouldn't think too much about it and would be happy enough to be able to send the dumplings back.
Qin Qingman glanced at Wei Ling and said with a smile, "Of course when we give gifts, we want to make the recipient happy. If we don't do it, then forget it. But if we do it, we have to do it to the best of our ability, so that the recipient will remember how good our gift is when they think of it."
"Yes, daughter-in-law, you are right." Wei Ling imitated Chu Chu's way of praising Qin Qingman.
Qin Qingman and Chuchu laughed immediately, and Wei Ling's mouth corners also curled up happily.
After wrapping the dumplings, Qin Qingman glanced at the sky outside the window and quickly started frying the dumplings. It gets dark early in winter, so they have to fry the dumplings early, otherwise it would be dark by the time Wei Ling came back from delivering the dumplings.
She left out the dumplings to be fried and asked Wei Ling to take the extra dumplings to the yard to freeze them and then bring them back for dinner.
Wei Ling went out with the dumplings, and Qin Qingman started to fry them.
The Qin family has a frying pan.
The frying pans of this era were somewhat different from those of later generations. The styles were slightly different, but the effects were the same. This was because they would hunt in the forest areas in winter, and most of the meat would be roasted after hunting, so the smell of roasted meat would not be so strong.
Qin Qingman placed the frying pan on the stove and smeared a layer of peanut oil on the bottom of the pan.
It is better to use vegetable oil to fry dumplings, which is less greasy and more fragrant.
After adding the oil, Qin Qingman did not put the dumplings in to fry directly. If she put the dumplings in right away, the skin would definitely break, so she sprinkled some flour water on them.
Sprinkle some flour water and put the dumplings in one by one until the whole pot is full, then cover the pot and fry over medium heat.
As the water in the pot dried up, Qin Qingman and the other two heard a sizzling sound.
This is where the oil comes into play.
The aroma of meat and the sour aroma of sauerkraut become more fragrant under the stimulation of oil.
"Sister, it smells so good." Chu Chu had just finished his meal, but when he smelled the tempting aroma of fried dumplings, his mouth began to water again. He regretted that he had eaten too much before and did not leave some room for the fried dumplings.
Not only Chu Chu had this idea, Wei Ling also felt regretful.
This was the first time he had seen dumplings fried in this way. They smelled so good and tasted so good.
"I'll fry some for you in the evening." Qin Qingman smiled as she looked at the two people, one big and one small, at home. She hadn't eaten fried dumplings for a long time. Smelling the aroma of fried dumplings, she also felt a little craving for them.
Fortunately, I made a lot of dumplings, so I boiled half and fried the other half in the evening.
Let everyone taste another flavor of dumplings.
"Okay." Chu Chu was satisfied.
Wei Ling was also satisfied, and he looked at Qin Qingman with a more tender gaze.
"A Ling, go to the cupboard and get the lunch box." Qin Qingman ordered Wei Ling. After giving the order, she thought for a while and said, "A Ling, why don't you get a smaller willow basket that can hold this pot of fried dumplings." Anyway, the fried dumplings would definitely freeze if they were put in the lunch box and brought to the division headquarters in this weather.
It would be better to just take the pot to the yard and freeze it for two minutes, then put all the dumplings in a willow basket.
"Okay, I'll get the willow basket."
Wei Ling saw with his own eyes how many dumplings Qin Qingman had fried. If they were put in a lunch box, not many could be put in.
Thinking of Hong Wei from the division headquarters' logistics department, he felt that since the division commander had sent gifts, Uncle Hong should also send some.
Wei Ling was a generous man and was not stingy with the meat.
Qin Qingman saw Wei Ling go to the kitchen, so she opened the lid of the pot. A strong aroma of burnt fried dumplings quickly filled the entire hall. She used a spatula to loosen the edges of the dumplings. Because the bottom of the pot was greased, the entire dumpling was separated from the bottom of the pot with a light spatula.
Chu Chu watched the water in the dough dry up and turn into a golden net and swallowed again.
The noodles are crispy and fragrant, the meat is fresh and fragrant, and the sauerkraut is sour and fragrant. I really want to eat it.
"I'll leave a few for us to taste later."
Qin Qingman was also tempted by the fried dumplings. She carefully turned the whole dumpling over and covered it with a lid.
This time she didn't sprinkle water on the dough, nor did she use medium heat. Instead, she used low heat, slowly baking the already cooked dumplings.
This is done so that the other side of the dumplings can be fried to a golden brown.
After Wei Ling got the willow basket, he washed it with water. After it was clean, he took it back to the living room and dried it by the fire. Only after it was dry could he put the dumplings in it.
"Ah Ling, come and taste it."
Qin Qingman still couldn't resist the temptation of fried dumplings, so she took a few out of the pan and left them in a bowl.
It was almost cold when Wei Ling came back.
"good."
Wei Ling had long been tormented by the smell of fried dumplings that filled the room. When he saw Qin Qingman handing him a dumpling that was golden on both sides, he simply opened his mouth.
The temperature of the fried dumplings was just right, not hot at all, and they conquered Wei Ling’s taste buds as soon as they entered his mouth.
tasty.
Chu Chu knew that Wei Ling was already self-reliant when he saw him opening his mouth to eat dumplings.
The clean little hands grabbed the two corners of the dumpling and gently tore it, and the filling inside the dumpling was immediately revealed.
The sauerkraut, having absorbed the fat from the meat filling, was shiny and glossy, while the green onions were only slightly duller in color, standing out among the filling.
With a cry, Chuchu stuffed half of the dumpling into her mouth.
He has a small mouth and can only eat half a cake at a time, otherwise he would like to eat one at a time like his brother-in-law.
They taste better and more delicious when eaten one by one.
Qin Qingman also saw Chuchu's worries and said with a smile: "I'll make you some small dumplings tomorrow."
"Uh-huh."
Chuchu nodded while chewing her dumplings.
The dumplings were so delicious that he didn't care to say anything more.
Both the old and the young tasted the fried dumplings. Wei Ling took the chopsticks from Qin Qingman's hand, picked up the last fried dumpling in the bowl and put it into his wife's mouth.
He just looked at it and saw that the dumplings were too big. According to the shape of his wife's mouth, she probably couldn't eat one in one bite. He would have to roll the dumpling wrapper a little smaller tomorrow.
Qin Qingman would definitely not refuse the fried dumplings that were delivered to her mouth.
She opened her mouth, took half of the dumpling in, and pushed the remaining half to Wei Ling. The fried dumplings were indeed delicious, and there was nothing wrong with her cooking skills. But she had eaten very full at noon today, so she just wanted to taste it and could eat more in the evening.
Wei Ling didn't mind that his wife took half of the dumpling. When he saw that she didn't want to eat it, he stuffed the rest of the dumpling into his own mouth.
The dumplings bitten by my wife seem to be more fragrant and delicious.
"Sister, fried dumplings are delicious, so delicious." Chuchu finally finished eating her own dumplings. Although he was still greedy, he rationally stopped reaching out for them.
He remembered that Qin Qingman had warned him that it was best to eat only until he was 70% full.
"Make some garlic and vinegar later, and we'll have a good meal of dumplings tonight." Qin Qingman swallowed the dumplings in her mouth and agreed with Chuchu's words, then picked up the frying pan on the stove and walked out of the house.
The dumplings are fried and can be removed from the pan.
If you fry it any further, it will be overcooked. Overcooked dumplings will have a mushy taste and will not be very delicious.
When Qin Qingman picked up the pot and walked out, Wei Ling followed with the dried fruits in the willow basket.
He was the one who opened the curtain to make it easier for Qin Qingman to take the pot out.
As soon as Qin Qingman went out, she put the pot on the snow.
"Wife, you go back. I'll take care of the rest." Seeing that Qin Qingman was only wearing a sweater, Wei Ling quickly asked her to go back to the house, and he would pick the dumplings by himself.
"Come back to the room with me. It will take a few minutes to freeze." Qin Qingman looked at Wei Ling's sweater with concern.
"It's okay, I'm not cold, I just need to poke the dumpling open."
Wei Ling had seen that the dumplings were all stuck together. If they were not separated before they froze, they would be inseparable after a while.
"Yeah." Qin Qingman looked at Wei Ling deeply, handed the chopsticks in her hand to him, then lifted the curtain and walked into the house.
After entering the house, Qin Qingman went to wash her hands.
After cooking, your hands will be covered with some oil, and you have to wash the oil off your hands before you can do other things.
Chuchu cleverly picked up the kettle and poured her hot water.
Zaojiao washed his hands over and over again, and Qin Qingman carefully washed the grease on his hands. After washing, he poured out the water and rinsed them again with clean water. Then he dried his hands with a towel, wrapped himself in a cotton coat, and went out holding Wei Ling's cotton coat.
After a while, Wei Ling had separated the dumplings that were stuck together and was waiting for them to freeze.
Hearing the sound of the curtain being lifted, Wei Ling turned around and then a cotton coat was put on him.
At this moment, Wei Ling not only felt warm physically, but also felt extremely warm in his heart.
"Wife." Holding Qin Qingman's hand, Wei Ling didn't know what to say.
"Is it frozen?" Qin Qingman blushed when Wei Ling looked at her and turned sideways to look at the dumplings in the pot.
Wei Ling came back to his senses and squatted on the ground with Qin Qingman in his arms. "It's almost frozen. The oil on the dumplings won't get into the basket. We can pick them now."
Qin Qingman took the chopsticks from Wei Ling's hand and poked the dumplings in the pot. Finding that they were almost frozen, she used the chopsticks to pick them up one by one and put them into the willow basket. At the same time, she reminded him, "Ah Ling, it takes about an hour to go back and forth to the division headquarters. You should deliver them immediately and go home early after that."
"Well, I'll get ready now."
Wei Ling saw Qin Qingman picking up fried dumplings, so he hugged Qin Qingman and went back to the house.
Hats, scarves, gloves, these things are indispensable when going out in this world. After packing up, Wei Ling touched Chuchu who was following him and whispered: "You are a man, take care of yourself and your sister."
"Well, brother-in-law, don't worry, I will take good care of my sister."
The little man clenched his fists with a determined look on his face.
"Yeah." Wei Ling was very satisfied with Chuchu's attitude, and then went out.
Outside the door, Qin Qingman had already picked up all the fried dumplings and put them into the willow basket. Not only were all the frozen dumplings intact, but they also showed their most perfect side.
"A Ling, go early and come back early."
Qin Qingman covered the willow basket with clean gauze and handed the basket to Wei Ling.
"Wife, wait for me, I will be home early." Wei Ling leaned over and hugged Qin Qingman, then went out with the willow basket. He had to go early and come back early, as someone was waiting for him at home.
Qin Qingman and Chu Chu (behind the glass) watched Wei Ling leave before going about their own business.
You don’t need to wash the frying pan when you bring it back home, just cover it with the lid. You will have to fry dumplings in the evening anyway, and the pan that has only been used to fry dumplings once will be very clean.
After putting the pot away, Qin Qingman washed her hands and went to the west room to get the wool.
Of course, if you buy wool, you want to knit it into a sweater.
Qin Qingman looked at the colors of the yarn and picked out the black ball first. Wei Ling was a man and he often stayed in the barracks, so of course he had to knit a dark-colored sweater. She had made plans when she bought it before.
"Chu Chu, Ling needs to train outdoors frequently. Can you knit a sweater for him first?"
Qin Qingman was very democratic and sought Chuchu's opinion.
Although she and Chuchu also needed sweaters, they rarely went out in winter, so they could knit sweaters later because she found that the cuffs of Wei Ling's sweater were badly worn and would probably rot soon.
The most urgent task now is to knit a sweater for Wei Ling.
"Sister, knit for brother-in-law first. He has worked hard." Chuchu knows how comfortable her life is now and what Wei Ling has contributed to this family. She didn't compete at all to have the sweater knitted for her first.
"Well, my Chuchu is really sensible."
Qin Qingman touched the child's head and led him back to the fireplace in the hall.
There is a stove in the hall, and the temperature is higher than in the room, so it is more convenient to knit a sweater here. In addition, the large glass windows in the hall provide good lighting, which is very suitable for knitting, which is an eye-training job.
Qin Qingman had slept in the same bed with Wei Ling several times and had already measured out Wei Ling's body shape and size. Without hesitation, she started sewing directly.
The bamboo sticks flew up and down, and the ball of yarn began to shrink.
Chuchu brought a small stool and sat next to Qin Qingman to watch Qin Qingman knit a sweater.
Facing Chuchu approaching, Qin Qingman felt a little helpless and reminded her, "Chuchu, stay away from me, or the stick will poke you." The bamboo sticks were very sharp. Although they would not pierce the skin, they could really blind the eyes if they poked them.
"oh."
Chuchu moved the small stool a little further away from Qin Qingman, but her eyes never left Qin Qingman.
Seeing the child like this, Qin Qingman simply put down the sweater she was knitting and taught the child a few new Chinese characters. The characters were not complicated and were suitable for a child of Chuchu's age to learn.
After acquiring new knowledge, Chuchu's attention was immediately focused on the new words.
Holding a small wooden stick, he scratched the stove.
Qin Qingman saw that Chuchu was absorbed in her studies and then she took out the sweater and started knitting again.
In her previous life, she was a country girl who had learned all kinds of skills. Knitting sweaters was very easy for her. As long as she was given enough time, she could knit a simple sweater in a few days.
Qin Qingman had visited the county supply and marketing cooperative before and knew what sweater styles were popular at that time. She didn't know how to knit with complicated stitches, so she just picked a simple and durable stitch.
As time passed, when it got dark, she had already knitted a sweater that was seven or eight centimeters long.
"Sister, will my brother-in-law be back soon?" At this time Chuchu also raised her head from her study.
"It should be soon, let's go light up the ice lamps under the eaves." Qin Qingman remembered that she bought some candles last time. Although the light of candles is not as bright as that of electric lamps, lighting a lamp in the house is more meaningful to the person who is about to return than illuminating the surroundings.
"Come on, sister, let's get ready to light the lamp."
Chuchu threw down the stick and hugged Qin Qingman excitedly.
"Well, let's go find some candles." Qin Qingman packed up the wool and unfinished sweaters, put them in a willow basket, and carried them into the west room.
Looking at the closet in the west room, she found the candles and packed up Wei Ling's clothes and put them in the closet.
The closet is big, but Wei Ling doesn't have many clothes, so it's impossible to fill it up.
Qin Qingman put some of her and Chuchu's clothes in there, and the closet was suddenly full. There was nothing else taking up space in the two large boxes on the kang except summer bedding.
With a sigh, Qin Qingman realized that her family's financial resources were still too limited.
I'll save it slowly later.
"Sister, let's go light the lamp."
When Chuchu saw Qin Qingman finished cleaning the closet, she quickly grabbed Qin Qingman's hand and pulled her out of the house.
There are two lamps hanging outside the eaves of the hall, and one is in the snowman's hand.
"Sister, which one should I light?" Chu Chu looked at the two lamps above her head, then looked at the little fat snake lamp in the snowman's hand and was a little hesitant.
"Let's light them all." Qin Qingman looked at the sky and knew that it might not take long for Wei Ling to come back, so she thought about it and decided to light all of them.
The three ice lanterns represent three people in the family. It seems a bit inappropriate to light only one of them, so just light all three. It’s a rare luxury. If you worry about wasting candles, get oil to light the lamps next time.
"Sister, you are so nice." Chuchu hugged Qin Qingman's legs and rubbed her little face on them.
It was his way of showing intimacy.
"Chu Chu, hold the candle, I'll go get a stool." Qin Qingman glanced at the height of the eaves, turned around and went into the house to get a high stool.
The stool was more than one meter high, and she could barely take down the ice lantern by standing on it.
After lighting two lamps, Qin Qingman looked at the fat snake in the snowman's hand. Chuchu had taken this ice lamp out to show off right after it was made, and had put it in the snowman's hand after coming back. Now, if the lamp was lit and it was still in the snowman's hand, it would look shorter.
"Sister, what should I do?"
Chuchu also noticed this problem and looked at the eaves with wide eyes, looking for a suitable place to hang the ice lanterns.
Qin Qingman jumped off the bench and touched Chuchu's nervous little face.
Chu Chu immediately frowned because of the cold.
My sister is so mean. If she wasn’t waiting to light the last ice lantern, he would definitely chase her and make trouble.
"Don't think about it. A Ling has already reserved a place for you to hang the lamp." Qin Qingman moved the bench and walked to the window of the west room, where Wei Ling had already reserved a place for hanging the little fat snake.
Chu Chu immediately took the ice lantern from the snowman happily and followed Qin Qingman.
As soon as Qin Qingman stood on the stool, she passed the ice lamps and candles to her.
Light the candles, insert the candles, and finally hang the ice lanterns under the eaves.
All three lamps were lit. Qin Qingman and Chu Chu admired them under the eaves for a while before returning to the house. They knew that the ice lanterns looked better at night.
While Qin Qingman and her brother were waiting for Wei Ling, Wei Ling also brought the fried dumplings.
Wang Chengping happened to have a meeting and was unable to see Wei Ling right away. Wei Ling waited in the office for a while, then simply found Wang Chengping's lunch box and filled it with fried dumplings, then covered it with a lid. Wei Ling thought for a while, then left a note stating that the dumplings were made by Qin Qingman and were given to the old leader in advance for the winter solstice.
After leaving the message, Wei Ling carried the willow basket and went to find Hong Wei.
His wife and brother-in-law are waiting for him at home, so he can't stay outside for too long.
Carrying a willow basket, Wei Ling went to the logistics department.
In the division headquarters conference room, Wang Chengping gave a summary of the interim work before letting everyone adjourn. Because he had some issues to think about, he did not return to the office immediately, but instead wrote materials in the conference room.
The people who attended the meeting dispersed.
Political Commissar Zhang went back to his office to handle some official business, then he remembered that he had forgotten to ask Wang Chengping for a document, so he got up and went next door.
One was the division commander and the other was the division political commissar, and their offices were adjacent.
Political Commissar Zhang knocked on the door, but when he heard no response, he realized that Wang Chengping might still be in the conference room. After thinking for a moment, he pushed the door open and walked in.
Both of them had read the document. Wang Chengping was not there, so he just had to take it back and tell them about it.
The document was right on the desk, very eye-catching. What was even more eye-catching was the big lunch box on the desk. The lunch box was specially customized according to Wang Chengping's appetite. It was larger than ordinary lunch boxes. Such a big lunch box was bulging and not tightly closed at this moment.
The office is heated by a steel stove, so the temperature is not too low.
The frozen dumplings will gradually reveal their own aroma when kept in a warm environment, and the aroma will become stronger and stronger.
When Political Commissar Zhang saw the lunch box, he also saw the note that Wei Ling had left behind.
I saw it at first glance and realized it was sent by Wei Ling and his wife.
Smelling the strong aroma of fried dumplings, Political Commissar Zhang felt as uncomfortable as if he had been scratched by a cat.
Finally, he said to himself, and opened it to take a look.
How can I control myself after one look?
Political Commissar Zhang twisted a dumpling with his hands and put it into his mouth. He was immediately conquered by the taste of the dumplings. He glanced at the steel stove beside him. He directly took the lunch box and placed it on the disk of the steel stove. The temperature on it was not low, and he could usually roast sweet potatoes, potatoes, peanuts, etc.
Finding the chopsticks, Political Commissar Zhang said to himself, “Just eat a few.”
Then several more.
Before I knew it, there were only a few dumplings left in the whole box.
After a full meal, Political Commissar Zhang looked at the few lonely fried dumplings in the lunch box. He didn't know whether to eat them dry and destroyed or leave them for Wang Chengping without fear of death.
If the body is to be destroyed, the note left by Wei Ling must also be destroyed.
But these fried dumplings were not just for Wei Ling alone, but also for Wei Ling's wife. Now, Political Commissar Zhang was really in trouble.
Just when he was extremely confused, the office door was pushed open.
Seeing Wang Chengping, Political Commissar Zhang no longer had to worry about his guilt.
Wang Chengping smelled the rich aroma filling the room and looked at his lunch box on the stove. Although he didn't know what was going on, he recognized that the lunch box was his, so he quickly rushed over and picked it up.
Wearing thick gloves, he was not afraid of the heat and asked, "Lao Zhang, did you steal my food?"
Political Commissar Zhang: ...Old Wang is too sensitive. He actually hit it so accurately.
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