Chapter 147 Your kissing skills are terrible, you need to practice!
"Give it back to me!" Gao Xiaoman cried out in terror.
That was her precious treasure; whether she could give birth to a son depended entirely on it.
Gao Xiaoman's reaction was too intense, and Zhang Guoqing dared not provoke her.
He could only return the items to her. He sighed and, for the first time, patiently talked to Gao Xiaoman about having a boy or a girl.
"If, I mean if, I wouldn't mind having a daughter."
Gao Xiaoman didn't believe his nonsense.
Although she said that, the several names she came up with for the child were all for boys.
Do you think she's stupid?
Zhang Guoqing has his own plans: "After giving birth to the first child, won't I still have to have a second and a third?"
If I have several more pregnancies, I'm sure I'll be able to have a son eventually.
He's not greedy; he just wants one son, or all the others can be daughters.
He liked the girl's sweet and soft scent.
Gao Xiaoman: "What if you only have girls?"
"That means I'm not destined to have a son."
Zhang Guoqing resignedly said, "This is fate, and there's nothing we can do about it."
He earnestly advised, "Xiaoman, don't get involved in those unnecessary things. Let's live a good life together, that's more important than anything else."
He handed Gao Xiaoman a note, his eyes tender.
"These are the names I chose for my daughter. Do you like any of them?"
Gao Xiaoman opened the note, frowning and staring blankly.
Zhang Guoqing said, "You are more educated than me, so I'll listen to your choice."
Gao Xiaoman rarely saw tenderness in her husband's eyes, and she was somewhat moved.
Her tone softened slightly: "Okay, I'll take a look."
Zhang Guoqing touched her face and said, "I'll take you to Commander Song's house for dinner tomorrow."
Shen Wanjun's new home is bright and clean, making it a very comfortable place to live.
The room and yard were both very large. Song Juan, wearing a mask, wiped the inside and outside of the yard until it was shiny.
The soil on both sides of the yard has been turned over and divided into the original areas.
We're just waiting for spring to arrive so we can plant flowers and vegetables.
In the evening, the courtyard was filled with the aroma of meat.
Two large pots of meat were served, along with stewed potatoes, radishes, cabbage, and other vegetables.
People held bowls and lined up in a long queue, maintaining good order.
Old Li soaked the steamed buns in the meat broth and ate his fill.
The others were all grinning from ear to ear, showering Song Zhan and Huang Ya with compliments.
After the children finished eating, they jostled each other, kicking the swirled pig bladders around.
On their first night in the big house, Shen Wanjun and her family looked around and liked everything about it.
I couldn't sleep until late at night, so I sat on the big sofa, listening to the radio and chatting.
Song Juan asked Huang Ya, "Didn't the hospital give you any reward?"
This shouldn't be the case; Dean Tang isn't the stingy type.
Huang Ya shook his head: "No."
Suddenly remembering something, he took an envelope out of his pocket.
"Dean Tang did give me a letter, but I haven't opened it yet."
Aren't you curious?
Shen Wanjun found it hard to understand how someone could resist reading her letter.
Huang Ya: "I was so busy I forgot."
In front of everyone, the letter was opened, and inside there was money besides the letter.
Song Juan picked it up and counted: "There are 200 yuan!"
Shen Wanjun laughed and said, "He could marry four or five wives by now."
Song Juan blushed. "Sister-in-law, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"A bride price of forty or fifty yuan is enough to marry four or five wives."
"Sister-in-law, you're so mean, I'm ignoring you."
Song Juan said she was ignoring Shen Wanjun, but she unconsciously moved closer to her.
Huang Ya picked up the letter and looked at it. Song Zhan asked, "What did it say?"
"It's nothing."
Huang Ya put the letter away and stuffed it into his pocket, looking somewhat unhappy.
Song Juan thought Huang Ya was unhappy because she had taken the money, so she quickly stuffed 200 yuan into his hand.
Huang Ya, clutching the money, said, "Dean Tang doesn't even give me anything substantial, just all this empty stuff."
Shen Wanjun was about to die laughing at his thought process: "Dr. Huang, money is the most practical thing. You can buy whatever you want, isn't that better?"
"Then what do you want?" Song Juan asked.
Huang Ya rested her chin on her hand and said, "I want everyone's approval."
Shen Wanjun scoffed, "That stuff can't be eaten as a meal."
However, everyone has their own ambitions, and she couldn't discourage them.
The next morning.
Huang Ya escorted Song Juan to Dalaba Village.
Song Zhan was promoted to regimental commander, and the organization provided him with a jeep.
Before Song Zhan even drove the new car, Huang Ya had already started driving it.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the foot of the winding mountain.
While waiting for Shen Kun to arrive, Song Juan asked, "What was written in that letter yesterday?"
Huang Yaben didn't intend to hide anything. He said, "The organization wants to transfer me to Shanghai."
Song Juan asked nervously, "Then... are you going?"
Huang Ya smiled, took out the letter, and tore it to shreds.
"I'm not going. I'll be wherever you are."
Song Juan lowered her head and whispered, "But you'll have a bright future if you go to a big city."
Being a doctor in this poor mountain village means you can't learn or use advanced technology and medical equipment.
It's really hard to make progress.
"I don't want you to give up your bright future because of me."
Huang Ya took her hand and said earnestly, "I misspoke just now."
"I didn't stay here for you; I just liked it here from the start."
He chose to be transferred here from a big city.
"Do you like it here?"
"Yes, this place has mountains and rivers, and the people are lovely. It's far from the strife and perfect for living a peaceful life."
Huang Ya reached out and touched Song Juan's face: "Let's live our little life together."
Song Juan blushed and lowered her head to burrow into Huang Ya's arms.
In the middle of nowhere, the two kissed passionately in the car.
Shen Kun stood not far away and watched for a long time, noticing that it was getting dark.
The two of them still showed no sign of stopping.
Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and stood up.
He tapped on the front of the car: "Hey, look at the time."
He pointed to the watch on his wrist.
Song Juan suddenly pushed Huang Ya away, her face flushed, and said, "Uncle... when... did you arrive?"
Shen Kun pretended to be deep in thought, "Half an hour ago, when Dr. Huang stuck out his tongue."
Song Juan blushed deeply, almost burying her head in her stomach.
Huang Ya wiped his mouth and teased, "What, are you envious?"
Shen Kun rolled his eyes: "You brat, you deserve a beating!"
As she spoke, she pulled Huang Ya aside. Song Juan thought the two were about to fight, so she quickly jumped out of the car to try and break them up.
But then Shen Kun said to Huang Ya, "Your kissing skills are terrible, you need to practice!"
Song Juan: ...Is it bad? She feels pretty good!
Huang Ya: What's wrong with him? He's a master!
In the evening, Shen Wanjun and Song Zhan invited Hao Mei, Liang Yi, Dang Xianghong, Lao Litou, Zhang Guoqing, and Gao Xiaoman to dinner.
Although it was said that Shen Wanjun and Song Zhan were hosting the dinner, Dang Xianghong actually cooked many of the dishes.
"Go and rest."
Dang Xianghong hurried Shen Wanjun out of the kitchen.
Song Zhan was about to leave when he was stopped: "Commander Song, stay and help out."
"Even if you're the team leader, you still have to cook."
Song Zhan nodded, "Okay!"
He turned around and went to the living room to grab Old Li: "Even if you become a battalion commander, you still have to help your wife cook."
Old Li: "Isn't this a family dinner?"
"So you're just going to eat?"
Old Li had no answer and obediently helped.
With Dang Xianghong in charge of cooking and Song Zhan and Old Li helping out, they quickly prepared a large table of dishes.
The group of people at the table ate most of the meat they had been given yesterday.
Shen Wanjun even took out a lunchbox and packed some leftover raw meat for the group.
"My family can't finish it all, you can take it back and eat it."
It won't spoil in winter, and there's not much meat, so how could we possibly not be able to finish it?
Everyone knew that Shen Wanjun was sincere in giving, so they didn't refuse.
Gao Xiaoman was unusually quiet all night, behaving elegantly and gently throughout.
Zhang Guoqing was very satisfied with her performance, but little did he know that she would burst into tears the very next day.
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