The sun was setting in the west, and the wind was finally a little cool. In less than half an hour, the news that Mo Yutong was about to become the scorekeeper of the third production team spread to every field.
The members immediately exploded in an uproar. Some said it was as they should be, some were disdainful, some were indifferent, and some were fawning. There were all kinds of people.
But no matter what their mood was, the way people looked at Yan Mingli had obviously changed qualitatively.
"I heard that Mo Zhiqing has done something with the Yan family kid."
"Who told you that? Don't tell me that!"
"I've heard about that too. The educated youth in this city...tsk tsk tsk!"
"I remember you met Old Zhao the first day, and the next day you went to the Zhao family with your bag!"
"We were...different back then."
"What's the difference? It's okay for you to get into Lao Zhao's bed the next day, but it's not okay for young people to be together."
"You don't have a certificate?"
"You talk as if you have a certificate."
People of this generation pay more attention to de facto marriages, and there are many couples who don’t get a marriage certificate!
"How can you talk like that?"
"That's what I say, so what!"
"Aren't we talking about Mo Zhiqing and the Yan family kid? Why are you two still making such a fuss?"
"In my opinion, it's not surprising that Mo Zhiqing likes the boy from the Yan family."
"The eldest son of the Yan family is good-looking and healthy, wow..."
"We saw it with our own eyes this morning at the market. They were so clingy, if they weren't for the two little ones, they might have started biting each other right there..."
"Can there be any good thing among the five types of elements?"
"Does it matter whether the Yan family is good or not? Mo Zhiqing's ability is enough!"
"Exactly. Look, does Nie Hongshan still dare to ask the eldest brother of the Yan family to carry manure?"
"The scorekeeper is gone, and now he wants to see the production team leader gone too. The Nie family isn't exactly a prominent family."
“Maybe… they’re all gone!”
"What do you mean?"
"Go back and ask your man, I don't understand."
The members worked while bragging, and time really passed by happily.
Before they had finished chatting, it was already time to get off work. Without anyone telling them to, they all ran off with their hoes on their shoulders.
"Boss Yan, it's time to get off work!" Yan Mingli was walking on the small road when he was suddenly greeted. Still a little confused, he nodded and replied, "Hello, Second Brother Xiao!"
"Okay, okay!" Third Aunt's second son Xiao Ze smiled innocently, carrying a hoe and trotting forward embarrassedly.
"Boss Yan, you plowed the land well, quickly and effectively!" Yan Mingli was suddenly slapped on the shoulder. He turned around and quickly replied, "Uncle Ran, it's not bad either!"
"Boss Yan, let me help you pay back your hoe." Yang Chuan took his hoe and put it on his shoulder.
"Thank you, Brother Yang!" As soon as Yan Mingli finished thanking him, Yang Chuan quickly waved his hand and said, "Go back quickly! Don't keep Mo Zhiqing waiting anxiously."
"Yes, yes, yes! Don't let Mo Zhiqing wait anxiously!" The clamor gradually rose.
But in the roaring laughter, there was no ridicule as before, but a bit of simple and clear kindness.
Turning around, Yan Mingli strode towards home.
Along the way, he met some members who greeted him, and he nodded in response freely, vaguely understanding why they were so enthusiastic.
He couldn't help but quicken his pace, as he especially wanted to see his little girl at this moment.
Before he pushed open the gate, he heard the sound of reading coming from the yard. Yan Mingli couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, and walked into the yard with a bright smile.
"You're back! Go wipe your face first!" Mo Yutong stood up and walked towards him, hurriedly took the kettle for him, and then held it in his arms.
"Well, I heard that you became a scorer." Yan Mingli lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, then followed her to the washbasin rack.
While adding warm water, I heard her say, "Uncle Wei came home to inform us. I didn't expect you to know so soon."
"It's spread all over the place. Everyone says I got a treasure." Yan Mingli glanced at her sideways, with a smile in his eyes.
"Hmph!" The word "darling" lingering on the tip of his tongue made her heart tremble and her cheeks slightly hot.
"Yang Feng and Xiong Yuan will be here soon." Yan Mingli said, wiping his face.
"Then I'll make two more dishes." Looking up at him, Mo Yutong nodded slightly.
"They'll have to bring half a chicken and some greasy residue, or we can cook it together."
"Then make some roast chicken with potatoes and stir-fry some cabbage with oil residue."
"Okay! I'll cut the vegetables and you cook. My cooking isn't as delicious as yours." Yan Mingli took the kettle from her arms and walked straight to the bedroom.
"I know!" Mo Yutong turned and walked towards the kitchen. Why is her mouth becoming sweeter and sweeter!
Prepare the ingredients one by one on the stove and wait for Yan Dunzi to arrive.
Yan Mingli did not hesitate. He put the chopping board and knife in place, grabbed the washed bamboo shoots and started slicing them according to Mo Yutong's request.
Then the eggplant, cut it in half, and then make a few diagonal cuts on both sides to cut it into fish scales.
Peel and wash the potatoes, then cut into small pieces and soak them in water.
Break the cabbage into palm-sized pieces.
Then there are the miscellaneous ingredients: chilies, wild garlic, and chives.
The last step is to cut the meat and mince it.
Mo Yutong watched Yan Mingli's smooth and flowing movements, her eyebrows and eyes curved as much as they could.
"Boss Yan, come and get the food!" Yang Feng's shouting voice rang out in the yard.
"I'll go and take a look!" Yan Mingli said as he wiped the oil stains off his hands.
"Boss Yan, this is mine." Xiong Yuan, who was following closely behind, saw Yan Mingli coming out of the kitchen and hurriedly handed the large bowl in his hand to him.
Looking at the amount of oil residue in the large bowl, Yan Mingli knew that he had melted all the five pounds of fat given to him at noon into oil.
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