Chapter 131 Seriously Talking Nonsense

Shen Jiale put on makeup and looked different from before, so He Guizhen asked her to go back home.

Lu Mingfeng saw that his wife wanted to go back and said, "Go back and take a look."

Shen Jiale was a little nervous: "You come with me."

Shen Qingshan said, "Let's go together. This girl seems to have changed. I almost recognized her wrongly."

The workers in the textile factory saw Shen Qingshan and his wife bringing people back and asked, "Deputy Director Shen, who is this relative of yours? She looks so much like Jiale."

He Guizhen said, "My sister's child came to visit me."

When they arrived at the door of the house, Shen Jiale, who was afraid of returning home, held Lu Mingfeng's hand and hesitated to take a step.

Dana held Shen Jiale's hand and said, "Jiale, come in quickly."

She followed her sister-in-law to the room where she used to live.

The furnishings in the room have not changed from before she left home in her last life.

Dana said, "Mom said you would come back sooner or later, and the room has been reserved for you. I heard that you would come back, and I made the bed. You can stay at home tonight."

Looking at everything familiar in the room, Shen Jiale's nose was sore, and she turned her head and wiped her tears.

"Sister-in-law, I want to be alone for a while."

On this day, Shen Jiale has been snuggling with her parents. Lu Mingfeng has never seen his wife like this.

Usually, Shen Jiale is cold and wise.

After returning to Beijing, she became particularly clingy.

Lu Mingfeng felt that it was going to the countryside that changed Shen Jiale from a carefree little girl spoiled by her parents to an independent and self-reliant person.

He also felt a little distressed.

She secretly vowed in her heart that she would let her daughter-in-law live her previous life in the future.

When cooking at noon, Shen Jiale took the initiative to cook for the family, and Lu Mingfeng also came to help.

Seeing her daughter, who had never done any cooking before, cooking so skillfully, He Guizhen felt distressed.

It was only over a year since she last saw her daughter, and she had changed a lot. Fortunately, her daughter found someone who loved her.

Everyone enjoyed the meal very much.

After the meal, Shen Jiale accompanied her mother for a walk outside.

Just as they were about to leave the factory gate, they saw a middle-aged woman standing at the gate of the textile factory, who was stopped by the gatekeeper and was not allowed to come in.

It was Zhao Meili's mother.

When He Guizhen saw Zhao's mother, she frowned and whispered to Shen Jiale, "After Meili went to the countryside, she often came to ask if she had any letters from you and inquired about Meili's situation."

Shen Jiale said, "Since you care about your daughter, why don't you write to ask yourself? Zhao Meili is looking forward to letters from home every day."

"They are so poor now that they can't even afford to eat, so how can they have the money to buy envelopes and stamps? Besides, what good will it do if they send the letter? Meili can't help. If you ask them for money, they won't get any. It's all in vain."

Shen Jiale didn't want to comment on the Zhao family. She was just glad that her father was fine and that she could now be reunited with her family.

When Zhao's mother saw He Guizhen, she asked anxiously, "Guizhen, has Jiale written to you? Did she mention Meili?"

He Guizhen took out an envelope and a stamp from her pocket and handed them to Zhao's mother.

"Jiale didn't write. If you want to know about Meili's situation in the future, just write to her and ask."

Zhao's mother looked at Shen Jiale with a somewhat excited expression, "Is it Jiale who is back? Is my Meili back too?"

"You've got the wrong person. This is my sister's child."

Zhao's mother thought so too. Shen Jiale and her daughter were still in the countryside. How could they be in Beijing?

Seeing that He Guizhen didn't want to pay attention to her, Zhao's mother took the envelope and stamp and left.

"Mom, does she come to see you often?"

He Guizhen nodded: "That time, didn't you ask me to inquire about old Zhao's situation? Later, she often came to see us. I didn't want her to come in, so I carried envelopes and stamps with me. If I wanted to ask her, I would write to her myself."

"As far as I know, Zhao Meili never received a letter."

"Who knows what they are thinking? Let's not talk about her. You have to get up early to catch the train tomorrow. In the morning, you can buy things for us. Mom will buy you some of your favorite food."

Shen Jiale hugged He Guizhen's arm and acted coquettishly: "Okay, mom still loves me the most. Look at dad and eldest brother, they only know how to chat with Mingfeng and ignore me."

He Guizhen tapped her daughter on the forehead: "You little heartless thing, your dad and your brother should build a good relationship with Mingfeng, then he will treat you well."

"I'm wrong, I'll buy something for dad and eldest brother later. We forgot to buy things for them this morning."

"You have already bought too many things, don't spend money anymore."

Shen Jiale agreed, but when she came back, she still brought home a lot of bags.

Her parents died early in her previous life. After she became rich, she donated a lot of money, but the people she wanted to honor the most were no longer around.

Compared to her family being alive, buying these things was nothing.

...

Happy times are always short-lived.

Before dawn, Lu Mingfeng and Shen Jiale got up and went to the guesthouse to find the village chief.

They were on the morning train and would leave soon.

He Guizhen hugged her daughter tightly, reluctant to let her go.

So was Shen Jiale.

Shen Qingshan and Shen Jiacheng also had tears in their eyes.

Parting was inevitable.

The train started to move, and when Shen Jiale got on the train, He Guizhen stuffed a cloth bag in her pocket and pushed her on.

The Shen family waved their hands and said goodbye to Shen Jiale.

Shen Qingshan embraced his tearful wife: "Jia Le said that when the time is right, she will come back to live with us."

He Guizhen returned home and looked at the bed where her daughter had slept, with the quilt neatly folded.

There was also a large cardboard box on the bed, which was filled with packaged juice that Shen Jia Le had sent back.

He Guizhen wondered: "Qingshan, is this something Mingfeng bought?"

"No, Mingfeng has been chatting with us."

"Then when were these things placed in the house?"

"Jia Le and Ming Feng brought so many things that we might not have noticed. Jia Le said that the juice is delicious, refreshing, and can also strengthen the body. This time he brought so much, enough for us to drink for a long time."

...

On the train, the village chief asked Shen Jia Le what he gained from visiting the factory this time.

Lu Ming Feng was stunned.

The village chief still remembers this?

My daughter-in-law was busy shopping and chatting with her family yesterday, and she didn't visit any factory at all.

Lu Ming Feng didn't know how to answer for a moment.

But Shen Jiale said calmly: "After visiting the state-owned factory, I realized that if our factory wants to develop, it cannot have only one product. I have a detailed plan and will discuss it with Director Xu when I go back."

As long as there is a harvest, the village chief is very satisfied. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair to rest.

Seeing his wife talking nonsense seriously, Lu Mingfeng scratched Shen Jiale's nose.

It's really good.