"Mom, where is my dad?" Only then did she realize that Su Aimin was not at home.
"Your dad went to the post office. Your grandma wrote a letter saying that something had been sent, and he went to pick it up."
"Really?" Su Qingyun asked in surprise, "Did grandma and the others say anything about coming to the capital?"
"It's still early." Qin Ying said, "It's the spring plowing season now, and they're busy. At least they'll have time after they finish that."
So that's it. Su Qingyun lowered her head in disappointment. Although it had only been half a month, she really missed her grandma. Thinking that her grandma might be sighing at home, Su Qingyun felt a little sad.
As he was speaking, Su Aimin came in with a huge package.
Qin Ying heard the noise and came out of the kitchen. She looked at the big bag and was shocked. "How much stuff did you send?"
"I don't know." The post office is some distance away from here. In this weather, Su Aimin was so tired that his forehead was covered in sweat. He was panting and drank a glass of water directly.
"Yunyun is back?"
"Well, Dad, let me see what grandma and the others sent." Su Qingyun walked over excitedly and opened the package.
After opening the bag, Su Qingyun took out dried bamboo shoots and wild vegetables, pickled fish and bacon...
All of them were things that were hard to buy in the city, and Wu Guixiang packed them all up and sent them over.
Su Qingyun looked at the things in front of her, and her eyes felt a little hot. In fact, in a place like Beijing, as long as you have money, you can buy anything, but she knew that her grandmother was worried about them, so she took the trouble to buy so many things.
Take the dried bamboo shoots for example. You have to go up the mountain and dig them up little by little, find them little by little, then wash them and dry them. I wonder how much effort her grandmother put in to find so many dried bamboo shoots.
Su Qingyun sniffed and felt even more bitter in his heart.
"Mom, really is such a jerk." Su Aimin felt bad watching all this. "I'll send some money back to your grandma tomorrow and tell her I found a job here so they don't have to worry too much."
Su Aimin also knew that although her mother always said she disliked him, a mother would worry about her son even when he was far away. His mother had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, so how could she not miss him?
However, Su Aimin has no plans to find a job at this stage. He has a low degree and no skills, so it is not easy for him to find a job in Beijing. But if he is asked to rely on his daughter's connections to find a leisurely job, Su Aimin cannot get over it. After all, his daughter paid most of the money for the house, and it doesn't make sense for her to worry about his job.
After much thought, he decided that he should improve himself first, so he signed up for night school and planned to concentrate on studying for a while.
In fact, Su Aimin's thinking was also influenced by his wife and daughter. It didn't make sense for him to stay where he was when his whole family was full of intellectuals. Everyone wants to move up. Su Aimin understood this principle from the moment he first mustered the courage to start a business.
"It's time to send some money back home." Qin Ying nodded in agreement.
"I agree too!" Su Qingyun raised both hands to show his agreement.
Su Aimin picked up the dried bamboo shoots and handed them to Qin Ying. "Wife, let's add another dish today. Let's stir-fry dried bamboo shoots and shredded pork."
"Okay, that's just right. I haven't finished the meat I bought yet." Qin Ying said with a smile.
"Hey, what is this?" Su Qingyun saw a piece of paper stuck under the bag of dried bamboo shoots. She gently peeled it off, took a look, and said nothing. Ji Yue next to her also glanced at it, with a smile in his eyes.
"What is it?" Su Aimin wondered.
"It's nothing, Dad, go help Mom." Su Qingyun crumpled the paper into a ball.
"Let me see." Although his daughter didn't let him see it, Su Aimin's curiosity was really aroused and he had to take a look.
"Dad, are you sure you want to see this?"
"What's so uncertain about this? You kid."
Su Aimin looked at her strangely, took the paper ball from her hand and unfolded it.
There was a row of crooked handwriting on it, which was obviously also the masterpiece of his father Su Dalin. Su Aimin took a closer look.
"Give Aying and Yunyun some nourishment, and the third child should eat less!" The tone was that of his mother Wu Guixiang.
Su Aimin: “…” He was really convinced!
He wiped his face and returned to his expressionless state. The touch of emotion and sadness he had just felt disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Su Qingyun couldn't help laughing, "Dad, you asked to see it yourself."
"I want to eat it anyway. I'm going to eat three big bowls today!"
Su Aimin was angry and went into the kitchen to help.
Su Qingyun and Ji Yue looked at each other and laughed even more exaggeratedly.
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