"Hmph, got it." Talking about this, Zhou Yian swept away his previous depression and became happy. It was rare to see Song Songbai being humiliated.
Crying is quite useful, haha.
Seeing that the time for stewing pickled mustard greens with pork and preserved vegetables was almost up, Zhou Yian went to cook again. After completing the next few steps, he openly put most of the pickled mustard greens with pork and preserved vegetables into the space, leaving only enough for two people to eat.
Put the dishes on the table and take the steamed buns from the space and ask him to try it. “Try it. Is it delicious?”
"Very fresh," Song Songbai nodded in response.
"As long as it tastes good," I am such a genius, it tastes so good no matter how casually I make it.
So he angrily ate two big bowls of food, and when he was full, he started to separate the kangs, each with a quilt.
When he went to bed at night, Song Songbai was still a little unwilling. The damn Ge Qiuze had ruined his attempt to hide his private money, and he couldn't even sleep with his wife in his arms at night.
I tossed and turned all night, so I had to wait for An An to fall asleep first, sneak into her bed and hug her, and then get up earlier than her in the morning. This was not difficult, as An An slept relatively well.
Early in the morning, Song Songbai went to the city and sent a telegram to his master. His master's wife was his mother's close friend. After his mother passed away, he studied under his master again. Sometimes, he was closer to his master than his biological father.
Writing letters is too slow. Telegrams are faster, but they are more expensive.
She took the specially approved money, sent a telegram, and went to the state-owned restaurant to buy the big meat buns she had been craving for. Then she hurried back, and the tractor was still in the yard.
I don’t know why, but when I got back, I found Zhang Guoan standing next to the tractor.
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