After getting off work in the evening, Buling tied his New Year's bonus to his bicycle, then rode it home, swaggering through the city.
She wanted to keep a low profile, but the bicycle wouldn't allow it!
What's even more absurd is that someone actually stopped her and said they wanted to buy the apples in her bicycle basket.
The woman who stopped her was a young woman with a slightly round face. These days, people with a slightly round face are a rare find: "Comrade, where did you buy this apple?"
Seeing the wary look in Bu Ling's eyes, the woman got straight to the point.
"It was issued by my company." Bu Ling tapped the ground, propping up the bicycle.
"Sell...exchange it to me, name your price!" The woman acted arrogantly.
Bu Ling couldn't help but feel a bit speechless. Where did this rich woman come from? "No."
In public, she wasn't stupid. "Comrade, is there anything else? I'm going home."
The woman thought Bu Ling was unaware of her strength, so she took out ten yuan from her cotton-padded coat pocket: "One yuan each, want to trade?"
"No trade!" Bu Ling refused ruthlessly, got on his bicycle and left. He was as fast as the wind, and before the slightly round woman could react, Bu Ling had already disappeared from sight.
She paused, reaching into her pocket, and remained stunned for a long time.
Meanwhile, Buling rushed home, parked her bicycle, and said, "Auntie, I'm back."
"Lingling's back. Is it cold outside?" Auntie came out in response, and seeing the things on Buling's bicycle, she hurried out to help her take them: "Lingling, where did you get these?"
With his left hand holding his face and his right hand holding his meat, Bu Ling smiled and said, "This is a benefit from my company; we're on holiday today."
"So many?" Auntie was astonished as she looked at the apples in the basket.
He then exclaimed, "No wonder everyone wants to work in a state-run restaurant; the benefits alone make it worthwhile."
"Mainly because our restaurant has few customers, we have a lot of food," Bu Ling explained.
"That's true." Auntie suddenly realized, "You got more benefits than them during the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Bu Ling smiled, a hint of smugness in her eyes.
That's right, no restaurant in the whole county offers better benefits than theirs.
Even slaughterhouse workers sometimes envy the perks of their restaurants.
I applaud his brother's foresight once again.
"Oh, right, Auntie, my brother said he's coming to our house for Chinese New Year again this year." Thinking of her brother, Bu Ling added casually, "And Brother Lü, he's spending the New Year alone too..."
“Then let him come to our house too,” Auntie said immediately.
"Thank you, Auntie," Buling said with a smile, then pointed to two apples: "These are for Brother Lü."
"Why is Xiao Lü being so polite?" Auntie scolded playfully, but the smile on her face didn't fade.
Everyone likes a polite person, and she is no exception.
“He originally intended to give me all the benefits, but I refused. He insisted on giving me these two apples,” Bu Ling explained briefly.
"You did the right thing," Auntie agreed. "Lingling, you did the right thing."
Bling was delighted by the praise, her smile undisguised.
The two of them tidied up the things that Bling had brought back in the kitchen, and only then did Bling have time to feed her eldest daughter.
At that moment, the eldest daughter was fast asleep. Buling came in to take a look, then quietly went out again. Meeting her aunt's gaze, she explained, "She's still asleep."
"She'll probably wake up soon." Aunt raised her hand and looked down. "She's been sleeping for almost an hour."
"I'll feed her when she wakes up," said Bling.
Little Star is teething now, and each feeding is torture for her: "Auntie, when can I wean the baby?"
She really didn't want to suffer like this anymore.
"One to two years old, breast milk is nutritious, it's best to feed her more often." Her aunt knew exactly what she was thinking.
Bling pouted: "Alright then, I'll bear with it."
Her aunt smiled and patted her on the shoulder: "Just bear with it, time will pass in the blink of an eye."
The bitterness in Bu Ling's smile is perhaps what being a mother means.
After dinner, and after putting her eldest daughter to sleep, Sangshen looked at Buling with shining eyes: "Lingling, it's late, the daughter's asleep, shall we..."
"No," Blingmu said emotionally, "We don't have condoms!"
She had asked Sangshen to get condoms from the county hospital, but by sheer bad luck, they were all gone.
We don't know why condoms are so in high demand, but they're just sold out.
Sangshen clung to Buling, looking aggrieved, and said, "I...I...am...not...pregnant..."
“You said the same thing yesterday.” Bling pulled Sangshen’s hand out from under her clothes and glared at him. “Didn’t you say we only wanted one?”
Mulberry buried her face in Bling's chest and mumbled, "I feel terrible~"
Bling wavered for a moment, but quickly regained her resolve: "If it hurts, just hold it in."
Sangshen suddenly looked up, tears welling in her eyes, and accused Bling: "How cruel you are!"
Bling poked his forehead. "Get off me, I can't breathe."
Upon hearing this, Sangshen braced her arms on either side of Bling, stretched her legs between Bling's legs, and struck Bling's favorite pose: "Lingling~" The tone was full of twists and turns.
At the same time, he nuzzled her suggestively, saying, "Help me~"
Bling: ....
Honestly, Sang Shen's face and figure are very attractive, especially when she poses like she's ready to be picked; she really can't resist.
Composing herself, she firmly refused in a trembling voice, "No...no, please?"
Sangshen sensed the hesitation in her tone and was secretly pleased, so she intensified her offensive.
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