Chapter 23 Target Audience

The guests naturally enjoyed themselves at the dinner table, and seeing that most of the dishes were almost finished, Hang Jingshu felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Whatever you do, do it seriously.

Only when your heart calms down can your feet catch up.

Grandpa Yan's grandson seems to be highly valued by senior leaders. In the days since he came back, he has been attending various meetings and banquets.

Among them, there are also many talented women from various industries who have contact with him. The most obvious thing is that the number of calls from the Yan family during the day is increasing.

At the same time, Su Xiangwan visited Grandma Yan again one afternoon.

This time, Yan Chengan did not show up until after dinner.

As expected, the meals cooked by Hang Jingshu were also criticized.

Seeing Yu Lihong gloating over his misfortune, Hang Jingshu raised his eyebrows indifferently. Whether she likes to eat or not, it is not her, Su Xiangwan, whom he is serving anyway.

As for the future...

If Yan Chengan really chose to marry Su Xiangwan, I would probably have gone to school by then and would have nothing to do with these things.

Hang Jingshu was quick and finished a scarf in just seven days. It was also his holiday time, so Hang Jingshu went out early in the morning and took a bus to the post office.

After sending the scarf away, I bought some gifts and prepared to take it home.

I have walked this mountain road thousands of times. Compared with the bustling city at the foot of the mountain, this place seems particularly quiet.

The mountain road was narrow and winding, with weeds and trees intertwined on both sides, and stones would hit your feet from time to time.

From the military area to the mountainous area, it seems to separate two eras.

If you want to be rich, build roads first.

Otherwise, even if there are more resources in the mountains, there is no way to get out.

"Mom, I'm back!" When Hang Jingshu got home with the cloth and snacks he had bought, smoke was already rising from the chimney on the roof, and Hang Jingshu could smell the aroma of sour and spicy cowpeas.

Wang Silan seemed to have expected this, and the spatula flew in her hand, "Silly girl, why are you back so late today?"

The last time Hang Jingshu came back, he said that he had two days off a month and could come back in the middle of the month.

Wang Silan had obviously calculated the time based on the time she had returned last time, but Hang Jingshu was delayed for a while because he was sending something, so he had to wait until the food was cooked before he got home.

"Dad, you are at home too!" Hang Jingshu found out when he entered the house that his father Hang Renshan had not gone to work either, but was bending over to light a fire for Wang Silan.

Hang Renshan took out two White Rabbit milk candies from his pocket and said, "Ni is back, sweet mouth."

No matter how old I am, my parents always treat me like their own child.

Hang Jingshu opened the candy wrapper, and while Hang Renshan wasn't able to react, he stuffed the half-broken candy directly into his mouth.

He turned around and stuffed half of it into the mouth of Wang Silan who was holding the dish.

"This kid!" Hang Renshan had candy in his mouth and couldn't spit it out, so he could only stare blankly.

Seeing that his parents had eaten, Hang Jingshu ate the whole candy with a smile, "My parents ate half of it, and I ate one. I still got the advantage!"

The young girl's black hair was tied behind her head. Her face was whiter and tenderer than before, and she had more flesh on her face.

The whole person looks like a pearl undergoing a metamorphosis, slowly revealing its own brilliance.

Hang Renshan and Wang Silan felt that this was the right job for them.

Hang Renshan didn't go to work today because his daughter came home, so the family of three sat together and chatted after dinner.

This girl has grown up, and when chatting, it is inevitable that she will talk about her life-long affairs.

Wang Silan still remembered the last time Hang Jingshu ran back, and warned Hang Jingshu again: "That little girl from the Mo family is a cunning cunning woman. Don't get involved with her. She is always thinking of scheming!"

Hang Jingshu certainly understood that now that he had his mother's support, he could no longer rely on her to take control.

However, when it comes to the most important event in life, Wang Silan really wants to introduce one to her daughter.

"Ni, what do you think of Baozhu, the son of Wang Mazi next door?"

Hang Jingshu almost choked on his own saliva. He turned to look at Wang Silan in disbelief: "Mom, when Brother Baozhu was a kid, I saw him fall into a dung pit..."

Thinking about it now, it still hurts my eyes.

Wang Silan rolled her eyes and said, "So what? You even vomited because of the fumes when you were a kid. Isn't this just right for you two?"

Hang Jingshu: Thank you! I can’t even look at it anymore!

In the end, the conversation ended unpleasantly. Hang Jingshu had such a deep memory of his childhood brother Baozhu that he now avoids shit pits whenever he sees one.

As soon as I saw Brother Baozhu, I remembered how he looked like when he was just pulled out of the dung pit as a child, with wrinkles all over his face. There was no way he could get married.

When he returned to the room, Hang Jingshu also figured out what his mother Wang Silan meant.

She is now working in the city, and her mother is afraid that she will become like before. She has seen her like this many times and has become more concerned.

It is common sense that people in the city basically don't marry rural women. Although Sister Hang has successfully transformed from an agricultural product to a non-agricultural one, she is still looked down upon by her mother-in-law.

Now Hang Jingshu works in a large compound. Not only are the people there of good family background, but their financial resources are also incomparable to those of ordinary people.

The children of the big courtyards are more concerned with strong alliances. No matter how rebellious they are in the early days, they know exactly what to do and when.

Wang Silan, her biological mother, was afraid that her daughter would be blinded by the wealth and luxury and plunge into the relationship head-on. In the end, she was taken advantage of and there was no good outcome.

It would be better to arrange the marriage first so that Hang Jingshu can settle down.

Girls in the village would get married at the age of seventeen or eighteen, while girls in the city would get married in their twenties, and even later if they went to college.

If Hang Jingshu were to say, his mother was thinking too much. More than half of the nannies in the compound were assigned, and if there were young people in the family, it was usually the aunts who did the work.

Only people like the two elders of the Yan family have a chance of being assigned to young people.

Besides, Hang Jingshu knew exactly what he looked like now.

Who with poor eyesight would like a skinny and dark little nanny?

Without a man in mind, the sword will be drawn naturally like a god.

Hang Jingshu's only thought now is to make money, save tuition, and go to college.

Even if you can't go to college in the end, you have to learn a handy skill.

Although she is still a little confused now, marriage is already the least important part of her life.

Having suffered enough from the pain of marriage in her previous life, she only wants to get rich in this life.

Although the mother and daughter had different opinions, Wang Silan still got up early the next morning to make dumplings for Hang Jingshu.

Before leaving, Hang Jingshu and Wang Silan assured, "Mom, I understand what you mean. I work there and don't usually go out to play. Wait until I'm older, okay?"

Wang Silan saw that the lady's big eyes were clear and she didn't evade, so she knew that the lady was telling the truth.

In this case, Wang Silan decided not to mention it for the time being.

"Then remember to give this box of dumplings to your eldest sister. Your second sister is about to give birth, and I have to go over to check." Wang Silan put the lunch box in Hang Jingshu's cloth bag.

There were also two cans of homemade spicy and sour cowpeas, which were Hang Jingshu's favorite.

Once again when Hang Jingshu went down the mountain early in the morning, he arrived at the alley of Hang Dajie's home just before the employees went to work.

Before I could even knock on the door, I heard a lot of noise in the yard, as if someone was quarreling.