The children's popsicle business is going very well.
Because milk powder is relatively rare, cream-flavored popsicles are also the rarest and most expensive.
Erwa, who loves to eat, used his ingenuity to develop other flavors of popsicles, which impressed Zhao Qinglan.
The children enjoy selling popsicles every day, and Zhao Qinglan is happy to see it.
Now, even the adults in the residential area occasionally ask Da Wa and his friends to buy popsicles to cool off.
Because of the theft from the military's secure room, a traitor was also uncovered, and family members were not allowed to leave the premises for a short period of time.
Fortunately, Zhao Qinglan didn't go out much because her belly was getting bigger, so her mother and sister didn't have to worry.
In her spare time, Zhao Qinglan finally finished making her daughter's new schoolbag.
Xiaoduo absolutely adores her schoolbag.
Nowadays, only the youngest child in the family doesn't have a schoolbag.
Erwa really wanted to go to school with Xiaoduo, but Zhao Qinglan felt he was still too young and planned to let him stay at home for another year.
However, seeing how much Erwa longed for a schoolbag, Zhao Qinglan still made him a small one.
It's big enough to carry small items, some money, snacks, etc. My second child loves it and takes the little bag out every day.
The money I make from selling popsicles every day is all in Erwa's little packages.
That day, Zhao Qinglan was listening to the radio while leaning back in her recliner when a young soldier came to bring her something.
It turned out that someone had sent it to their family.
This piqued Zhao Qinglan's curiosity: who was sending things to his family?
After seeing the address, her expression turned strange, and she left the items there unopened.
When Li Huai returned home, she pointed to the large package placed in the corner.
"Here, it was sent from the capital."
Li Huai raised an eyebrow and walked over to take a look.
In Beijing, the people most likely to send him things were his childhood friend Zhang Yu and Grandpa Dou.
But the wife's tone clearly didn't belong to them.
Upon closer inspection, he realized who had sent it and sneered.
It turned out to be Li Zhenhua.
Seeing that he understood the source, Zhao Qinglan then asked him about it.
"What should we do with these things?" Anyway, she would listen to his opinion.
"Let's disperse." He didn't like Li Zhenhua, but he couldn't just throw the things away and waste them. He might as well use them to do favors.
"Okay, then I'll decide how to divide it."
"It's up to you."
The children had been curious about the package, and when they saw Zhao Qinglan open it, they all gathered around.
It wasn't that she couldn't leave any items for the family; after unpacking the package, she let the children choose what they liked first.
Li Zhenhua really put some thought into this; the package included food, children's clothes, and toys.
The second child, needless to say, chose his favorite food, the eldest child picked out toys, and the youngest child liked the pretty dress inside.
Xiaoduo is the only girl in the family, so this dress was definitely prepared especially for her.
This surprised Zhao Qinglan. After all, strictly speaking, Xiao Duo wasn't Li Zhenhua's biological granddaughter, and he had previously shown no affection for her. Yet this time, he had sent her something.
Has this person really changed their personality?
After a little thought, she stopped worrying about the issue.
Whether she changes her personality or not, it has nothing to do with her.
After leaving the things for the children, Zhao Qinglan began to plan how to distribute the rest.
Although Li Huai left some things behind, he didn't intend to take them for nothing.
He called Zhang Yu very quickly.
Zhao Qinglan had no objection to what he said.
Whatever decision he makes, she will support him.
The next day, while Li Zhenhua was still busy in his office, a guard came in and said someone was looking for him.
Upon hearing the name, Li Zhenhua immediately instructed his guards to let the person in.
How could he not recognize Zhang Yu? He had watched him grow up in the courtyard.
They still live in the same compound, but ever since the eldest son left home, the child has hardly ever come to his house.
Even if they happen to run into each other, they will only greet him politely and then leave.
To be honest, he was quite happy when he first heard that Zhang Yu had come looking for him.
Soon, Zhang Yuren came in.
"You little rascal, it's been so many years since you've had a proper conversation with your uncle. Sit down."
"Uncle Li, I won't do it. I was asked by Li Huai to deliver something for him."
"Deliver something?" Li Zhenhua asked, puzzled.
Why would his eldest son send him something? Could it be because of a package he sent?
The thought made him happy.
However, Zhang Yu took out ten ten-yuan bills.
"Uncle, here's a hundred yuan. Li Huai asked me to give it to you."
He placed the money on the table and then said goodbye. "Uncle, the things have been delivered, so I'll be going now."
Without waiting for Li Zhenhua to speak, Zhang Yu hurriedly left.
Li Zhenhua's face turned grim as he looked at the money on the table.
He sent a package, and Li Huai returned a hundred yuan, meaning he should buy those things instead of taking them for free.
Is he, as a grandfather, not even allowed to buy things for his grandchildren?
If word gets out, people will probably laugh at me.
Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly. He really was a failure to treat his own father and son like this.
As soon as Zhang Yu returned, he reported to Li Huai that the matter had been handled well.
“I have to say, your method is really underhanded. I threw down the money and ran away as fast as I could, because I was afraid your dad would beat me up if he got angry.”
Li Huai smiled.
He wanted to extinguish Li Zhenhua's hopes.
Should we erase the past with a few small favors?
The damage has been done, and he has no intention of forgiving.
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