"Yue'er, can you eat it?" Zhang Shuzhen asked with a smile, looking at Chen Yue, who was eating quietly and gracefully.
"I can eat it. Grandma's dumplings are so delicious, they smell so good."
Chen Yue was also a child who had experienced hunger and hardship. She used to eat vegetable dumplings without complaining, so how could she complain that dumplings were not tasty? She is just a slow eater by nature, not someone who doesn't like to eat.
"Okay, okay, whatever you like is fine. Just tell Grandma what you want to eat, and Grandma will make it for you."
The person who cooks loves to hear others praise her cooking, and Zhang Shuzhen was no exception. She immediately beamed with joy and kept piling dumplings into Chen Feng and Chen Yue's hands.
"These are filled with chives, they're delicious too, have a taste."
"Mmm, delicious, thank you Grandma." Chen Yue picked up a chive dumpling, took a bite, nodded repeatedly, and kept praising how delicious the dumpling was.
Who wouldn't love such a well-behaved, adorable, and sensible little girl?
The Sheng family was incredibly hospitable to Chen Yue; she almost ate until she was stuffed.
After dinner, the family sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) and chatted casually.
Sheng Liancheng and his group couldn't help but inquire about Sheng Xi'an and Zhou Qinglan's university life outside, especially about Bingcheng, which everyone was very curious about.
After the peak season for broadcasting radios ended this year, several more households in the forest farm bought radios, so fewer people came to the Sheng family's house to listen to the radio in the evenings than before.
Chen Weiguo and the others, upon learning that Sheng Xi'an and the others had returned, all came over to join in the fun.
Chen Weimin, in particular, was about the same age as Sheng Xi'an. They were classmates and good friends, so he came along too.
Sheng Xi'an was unaware that Chen Weimin had a prosthetic leg, so he was quite surprised when they met unexpectedly.
After learning that Chen Weimin had been fitted with a prosthetic leg, Sheng Xi'an and Zhou Qinglan both said that he looked much better.
When Sheng Xi'an learned that the bureau had arranged a temporary job for Chen Weimin, who was now a union officer, he was happy for his old classmate.
"Well, it's fortunate that the bureau's temporary worker quota came through early, and all the procedures were completed before Secretary Wang was transferred."
"If it had been a few days later, I feel like Weimin, this temporary worker, would have been stuck there again." Wang Jianshe suddenly blurted out from the side.
Everyone in the room understood what he meant.
Given Feng Baosheng's character, he could even assign women from the logistics department to the sawmill, so how could he possibly accept Chen Weimin?
That's why I said, thankfully all the formalities have been completed.
"Hey? Xiping, this new guy is such a handful. Don't you know how to deal with him? It would be great if we could get rid of him."
Wang Jianshe sat next to Sheng Xiping and whispered something in Sheng Xiping's ear.
Recently, everyone has been assigned to cut down road culverts and repair roads. They've been working in the mud and water all day long, and they're all exhausted.
These tasks should have been done in the autumn when it got cold, because there was less rain then, the ditches and ponds were drier, and the roads that were built were easier to walk on.
It rains frequently at this time of year, and when it rains, the ditches and ponds are full of water, making this job extremely difficult.
The road builders were all young people, and they all had short tempers. They would curse as they worked on the mountain.
Wang Jianshe knew that Sheng Xiping had a lot of ideas, so he whispered this matter to him.
Sheng Xiping's eyes flashed, and he smiled, "What are you thinking? They were directly parachuted in from the province, they have connections and backing, what can we ordinary folks do?"
Forget it, let's just focus on the work. Work is already difficult at this time of year, and the weather isn't cooperating either.
"Let's take it slow, there's no rush, the Winter Games are still a long way off."
Sheng Xiping didn't say anything, he just smiled at Wang Jianshe and Chen Weiguo.
The group exchanged smiles, and no one said anything more.
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