At the same time, Song Chunling also pulled her son Lu Hao aside.
"Haohao, you are already quite old, isn't it time to find a wife? It would be best if you could give birth to a grandson so that your grandfather can have a great-grandson. If your grandfather is happy, our family will never have to worry about food and clothing in the future!" Song Chunling said.
Lu Hao frowned, and a hint of impatience appeared on his face, which was 60% similar to Lu Zezhi.
"Mom, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but our family has no worries about food and clothing. Dad's salary is enough for us to eat and drink well. Why do you always keep your eyes on grandpa?" Lu Hao said.
"You like to eat whole grains every meal, but I don't." Song Chunling said dissatisfiedly.
"Mom, it's your business whatever you want to do. I don't want to get married for the time being!" Lu Hao said bluntly.
"Haohao, can you please listen to what I have to say? What do you think of Jiang Xiaoyun who just came to our house? I think you can give it a try. Her family..."
"Alright? I think Qingguo is right. Put away those little thoughts in your heart. Everyone in this family knows what you are thinking. Don't you know what kind of person Grandpa is? He can't tolerate even a grain of sand in his eyes. Just because he doesn't say anything now doesn't mean he won't do anything in the future."
Although Lu Hao didn't have many opportunities to meet Mr. Lu, he heard a lot about the old man from his father, and he admired Mr. Lu very much.
Also cherish the present and everything that belongs to you!
After all, compared with his colleagues and friends, he is really doing well.
…
On New Year's Eve, Lu Jianguo still didn't come back.
Li Jinfeng waited from morning until the reunion dinner at noon, and then in the evening when the whole family was about to gather together to eat dumplings, but she never waited for Lu Jianguo.
Li Jinfeng, who usually feels happy just holding Tuantuan, couldn't help but think of Lu Jianguo when she saw Tuantuan on New Year's Day.
I don’t know how he spent the New Year at work.
Are there dumplings? Is there a family reunion dinner?
Probably not?
If there was, he would definitely seize this opportunity to come back.
"Eat dumplings! Everyone remembers what the old man said, right? Whoever eats the dumpling with the silver dollar in it can ask the old man to grant them a wish!"
Sister E's loud voice awakened Li Jinfeng's consciousness.
She lowered her head and glanced at her son Tuantuan, who had been dressed up by her with a cheerful look on his face. "Tuantuan, shall we go eat dumplings?"
The little guy rolled his eyes and giggled at Li Jinfeng. He stretched out his chubby hand towards the crowded area, clearly wanting to join in the fun.
The cotton-padded jacket that Tuantuan wore was made by Li Jinfeng using a piece of white velvet, and Sister E also embroidered a little tiger on it.
The thread used to embroider the little tiger is bright red.
Not only that, the little hat and velvet shoes are all bright red.
Even the small cloth bag hung in front of the clothes for wiping saliva is red.
Jinfeng held Tuantuan in her arms as they gathered around the dining table. Sister E came out with two large bowls of dumplings. She reached out and took the bowl in front of Li Jinfeng. Just as she was about to serve the dumplings to Li Jinfeng, she heard Song Chunling say, "Sister E, you cooked the dumplings. If I let you serve them, that wouldn't be fair, right?"
"Cough!" Lu Zezhi coughed softly, signaling Song Chunling not to talk too much.
He had already talked to Song Chunling last night and asked her not to go too far.
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