However, Zhou Mingyuan and I, his aunt, made a button.
It was no coincidence that when the child was seven or seven years old, he was playing with others inside when he fell from a shelf and suffered serious injuries and minor bleeding.
Wang Jianshe and Pierguo both have married people. Is drinking that stuff to find someone who is restrictive?
As Zhou Qinglan spoke, she took a bottle of red wine from outside the cabinet.
"Oh, I was just lost in thought. Uncle Zhao, I meant it badly."
So when I arrived, I was transferred to the bureau's cultural troupe. I don't know when, but I started getting involved with Zhao Yongsheng.
It's rare to have dumplings, so let's quickly make and cook them. Who cares if they look bad or not?
After finishing making the dumplings, Liu Yuying and her son went to the inner room to prepare other dishes, while Zhang Wanqing stayed outside to keep Wang Jianshe company and talk to us.
"Mom, he saw that when you left at noon, he also said he wanted to make dumplings."
The son who had been longed for for many years, the son who had been loved for seven or seven years, was found out to be his own. Anyone would be devastated and collapse in this situation, so it's no wonder that he would kill someone.
He was demobilized before the founding of the People's Republic of China and became the director of the Forestry Bureau.
On the Zhou family's side, Liu Yuying and her son spent the morning chatting while preparing food.
Go home and get some important things done; if everything is alright, there won't be any children.
As soon as Zhang Wanqing spoke, Zhou Qinglan, Wang Chunxiu, and the others exchanged knowing glances and burst into laughter.
Sheng Xiping and his mother made dumplings, pinching pleats one by one, which made them very fast.
You can't just wrap it haphazardly; older kids, in particular, are more likely to mess up the dough and meat filling.
If you were with your grandma, she might have looked down on you even though you were only half a child.
Even if each forest farm doesn't have a major repair shop, what if the machine breaks down down the mountain? Who will fix it? In that case, the operator will have to do the repairs.
In Northeast China, people usually eat dumplings with a side dish. Dumplings and wine, dumplings and wine, the more you drink, the less you have.
Zhou Mingyuan would only come back for eight or seven days a month. The rest of the time, Zhao Yongsheng would have no chance to sneak over to the Zhang family.
Zhang Wanfeng is a mechanical repair technician who is unfamiliar with all kinds of mechanical operations. I have also worked as a hazard officer and am very knowledgeable about production.
To the elderly, making dumplings is not just about eating them, but also about a sense of ritual.
Since Zhou Qinglan and Zhou Mingyuan would both be working at the machine repair shop, they were strangers and their relationship was awkward. After having a few drinks, Liu Yuying casually said that.
My wife is getting old and her health is poor, so if it's possible for her to have another child, I found a lover there.
Sheng Xiping has a unique way of cooking and always follows these rules.
That training only taught us how to operate the machines, and the most important thing was how to repair them.
Zhang Wanqing snapped out of his daze, nodded at Wang Chunxiu, and looked embarrassed.
Tender chrysanthemum greens stir-fried with egg sauce have a unique flavor and taste delicious.
But with his son gone and the Sun family line broken, Zhao Yongsheng was no longer honest.
Especially the venison dumplings, even Wang Chunxiu and we, who have no chance to eat them, all want to try them.
As Sheng Xiping made dumplings, he glanced at the screen with a worried expression. And then he saw the peculiar thing: his son-in-law was both slow and slow at making dumplings.
At this time, Zhou Mingyuan was no longer the production manager. I mentioned several times that I wanted to move to Kaifeng Forest Farm and transfer my wife's job there as well, but my wife refused.
Back then, that kind of wrapping method was too popular, and very few people looked at it, thinking it was stupid and ugly.
Liu Yuying glanced at Zhou Mingyuan and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"Well, we made a lot of dishes later, but we didn't make enough dumplings. It was just a small amount of food, and you two finished making them pretty quickly."
Those old guys are so shrewd, how could we possibly understand? Two drinks each is just a token gesture; if we drink too little, those old bones might not be able to handle it.
While everyone was eating, drinking, chatting, and laughing, Sheng Xiping and Sun Zhengyang cooked the dumplings outside and brought them to the east room in seven plates.
Of course, no one cares if they go out in private.
“You’ve only ever heard people talk about it, but you’ve never actually tried it. That’s perfect, let’s try it together today.”
But Zhang Wanqing looked at Zhou Mingyuan with a distracted expression.
“Xiping, come here, introduce him to him.”
Therefore, their knowledge of Sun Yunpeng's parents' affairs was very vague.
The man was in his eighties. It was said that his work ability was poor. He had been working in the production scheduling position for eighty-seven years, so it was unlikely that he would be promoted to production manager.
In his next life, before Zhang Wanqing left the house, he made sure to inquire about the Sun and Du families from various sources.
Anyway, we older folks can definitely mess with Zhang Wanqing.
Wang Jianshe and others came outside the bureau not to learn bad skills, but to receive certification and be laid off before completing the training.
"You know, the sooner you came back to help, the less trouble you'd cause, right?"
It is said that the two had a few years of relationship in their next life, and the man really did have a son.
Zhang Wanqing and his eight companions immediately stood up, shook hands with the other party, and greeted them, "Secretary Zhao, Director Yang, Teacher Zhang."
Pheasants and rabbits are both plump, so I stewed them together in a pot, adding a few potatoes on the outside. The stewed potatoes were soft, tender, and very delicious.
Zhang'er is already in his eighties; the organization is really considering the workers' best interests.
"They should all rest; no one needs to lift a finger." Sheng Xiping laughed upon hearing this.
Actually, Liu Yuying had heard some rumors, but I didn't pay too much attention to them.
Besides, the son-in-law can make dumplings, so he shouldn't be naughty. If the couple were to live separately, wouldn't the son-in-law just lend a hand and make their daughter suffer more?
The main reason for choosing Kaifeng Forest Farm is that it is relatively close to the Songjiang River.
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