The Fang family is bent on scheming and climbing up the social ladder. In fact, it is not that they mind the He family temple being small, but if they have different goals, they will not work together.
Fang has been demobilized for ten years and needs help in his official career. The He family's connections are all in the military. Although they are also high-ranking and powerful, they are in different systems and there is no way they can provide any help for his promotion. This is the reason why the two families cannot talk about closeness and must pay attention.
As the daughter of the Fang family, Fang Hui naturally knew this. The reason she had been unwilling to give up was, firstly, that she was reluctant to see her secret love of seven or eight years end in vain, and secondly, she did not want to obey the manipulation of her family and be used as a bargaining chip for an arranged marriage.
What good can come of a marriage?
The generation of high-ranking officials is no longer young. If they want to marry into a higher social status, they can only marry an old man whose wife has died and become someone else's concubine. When they marry, they find that their stepchildren may be older than themselves.
As for the second generation... she never got the chance to be a good mother, and even if she was a poor mother, she was the only one who got picked.
Who told her that her father was just a secretary of the farm revolutionary committee?
If you want to climb the high branch, you have to endure the pickyness from the people on the high branch.
But which young and beautiful girl doesn't want to marry a man she loves?
Fang Hui is of course no exception.
She has always wanted to win He Tingjun over, even if it means getting on the bus first and buying the ticket later. Once the matter is settled, she will bring He Tingjun home, and her family will have to agree to the marriage no matter how reluctant they are.
But it turned out to be the opposite of what I wanted.
He Tingjun ignored her. At first, she could see him a few times a month under the name of Shi Shan and He Ying. But later he disappeared every Sunday. Fang Hui looked for him several times but came back empty-handed. After asking his roommate indirectly, she found out that He Tingjun had found a girlfriend on the farm.
Her pursuit of He Tingjun's love has made no progress, and her family has been arranging blind dates for her with some useless guys who have nothing to offer except their families. Fang Hui is extremely annoyed and at a loss as to what to do. She can only place her only hope on He Ying.
But she underestimated He Ying's ability and didn't know that He Ying died before she could achieve success. As soon as she showed signs of sowing discord, she was suppressed by her family.
He Tingjun stayed in Yun Qiao's house happily and didn't know that there was someone who wanted to disrupt his marriage.
The sound of firecrackers stopped, and the ground in the yard was covered with firecracker shells. The shells could not be swept after the firecrackers exploded, because the ground could not be swept on the first day of the Lunar New Year, otherwise it would sweep away wealth and luck, and the family would easily lose money.
Fortunately, the shell of the firecrackers is red, and after they explode, they turn into red shredded paper, which looks quite festive when scattered on the ground.
Put the dumplings into the pot, add cold water after the water boils, and boil it for three times, and the dumplings will be cooked.
The steaming hot dumplings came out of the pot and the kitchen door was pushed open from the outside.
It’s Qin Zhengqi who is here.
Seeing Qin Zheng, Yun Qiao showed a look of surprise on his face: "Brother, you are here so early? Didn't you say that the defense change would not start until midnight?"
It takes more than two hours to get here from the border defense camp. Yun Qiao thought he would not arrive until three or four o'clock in the morning.
Qin Zheng took off his snow-covered military cap and explained with a smile, "The commander was considerate. He changed our guard early so that we could catch the New Year's Eve dinner at home."
"Your Commander Liang is such a nice person, he always puts himself in the soldiers' shoes and considers them." Feng Juanyu said.
"Brother, you've come just in time. The dumplings are fresh out of the pot. Just wash your hands and we can start eating." Yun Qiao considerately brought Qin Zheng a basin of warm water. "Try the water temperature. Is it hot?"
Qin Zheng took off his gloves, stuffed them into his coat pocket, and soaked his cold hands in the basin with a smile. The water was warm, just warm enough to feel but not scalding.
"It's not hot, the water temperature is just right."
After washing and drying his hands, Qin Zheng turned around and noticed that there was a stranger in the room.
"Eh? Tingjun? It's Chinese New Year, why are you at my house instead of the dorm?"
Is this the entry into the palace?
Isn’t it inappropriate?
Facing his brother-in-law's soul-searching questioning, He Tingjun remained calm. He smiled slightly and replied politely, "Auntie was worried that I would be lonely in the dormitory, so she left me at home to celebrate the New Year together."
What?
Are you lonely in the dormitory?
Qin Zheng thought this reason was outrageous.
He Tingjun, you've always spent the Spring Festival like this. Why didn't you say you were lonely before? You feel lonely now that my sister is here?
Your intentions are obvious to everyone!
Shameless!!!
When He Tingjun moved out of Feng Juan, Qin Zheng didn't know what to say, but he was very unhappy in his heart.
Qin Zheng concealed it very well, but He Tingjun still saw the murderous intent in his eyes.
Fortunately, Feng Juan came to the rescue in time with dumplings: "Come on, come on, sit down, it's time to eat dumplings."
The steaming hot dumplings were served on the table, and the aroma immediately went straight to his nose. Qin Zheng had been busy for most of the night and his stomach was already rumbling with hunger, so he temporarily put aside his prejudice against He Tingjun.
When making dumplings for Chinese New Year, Feng Juan is particularly generous with the amount of fillings she puts in them.
The two kinds of meat-filled dumplings both have plenty of pork, while the egg and leek dumplings have more than five eggs in them, a handful of dried shrimps, and three soaked and chopped dried mushrooms. The flavor is fragrant and not inferior to the large meat-filled dumplings at all. Every bite of the dumpling is guaranteed to be particularly satisfying.
Feng Juan also put money in the dumplings and marked them specially. As expected, Yun Qiao and the other young people all ate the dumplings that Feng Juan had marked.
Yun Qiao was the first to eat the dumpling with the coin inside. Even though she was prepared, the bite still made her teeth ache.
Yun Qiao frowned, covered his mouth, and spit the coin into his palm.
Feng Juan saw this and smiled. "Oh, it's our Yun Qiao who got to eat the coin-shaped dumplings. It's a good omen for the New Year and good luck."
As she spoke, Feng Juan pulled out a red envelope from her pocket and stuffed it into Yun Qiao's hand: "My dear, may God bless you and may you have good luck in the coming year."
The red envelope Feng Juan gave was very thick. As soon as Yun Qiao got it, he felt that the money inside was definitely no less than ten thousand.
She took Feng Juan's arm and smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Mom."
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