"My family said we need to buy some gifts for the bride, but we don't have anything good. My mom said you might have something, so she asked me to come and ask you."
Lu Miao and Fu Jingyou looked at each other.
"What do you want?" Lu Miao asked him.
"What do you have? It's what girls use anyway. You have good taste. If you can't find anything else, give me some of yours first. I'll ask Xiao Fu to buy you some later."
Fu Jingyou glanced at him sideways when he heard this.
He is really not polite at all.
Lu Miao said, "I only have extra fabric here, I want to keep the rest for myself."
Ling Yuan nodded, "Cloth is fine too."
Lu Miao's eyes flickered as he stared at him seriously:
"Since you can come here, you should know where all the things here come from. Have you thought about it? It's not good to tell others about it."
Not only is it unpleasant, but you may also be subject to punishment.
"Look at what you said. This is not allowed, but didn't I come here quietly?"
Ling Yuan made a "tsk" sound and said anxiously:
"Besides, we are all family, there is nothing wrong with it."
After getting the things back, he could only thank Lu Miao. What else was there to say?
Speculation and profiteering are indeed not allowed on the surface, but as they are necessary for life, there is nothing we can do even if it is not allowed.
Don't say he's in a hurry to get it now.
Just let it go. Normally, many military wives in military compounds do the same thing privately.
Military families have a much better life than ordinary families, but no one doesn't want to live a better life.
This is something that everyone has always known, so there's really nothing to talk about.
When you compare people with each other, you can really see a lot.
Lu Miao gave him a look of approval.
Not bad, we can get along.
She asked Fu Jingyou to open the cabinet beside the kang and take out the several stacks of cloth she had left behind.
"I don't have much here. These fabrics are ten feet each. Take your pick."
For girls' clothes, six feet of cloth is enough, and ten feet is completely sufficient.
The things that Lu Miao kept were, firstly, to her liking, and secondly, of good quality.
Ling Yuan touched it around and found that the fabrics were of good quality and thick as expected.
As a result, he became undecided.
"I don't know either, Xiaobao. You've met my girlfriend, so why don't you give me some advice? What kind of child do you think she might like?"
“…”
Lu Miao pursed her lips and looked at him with an indescribable look.
She wasn't Liu Wenpei's inner circle, so how could she know what Liu Wenpei would like?
Although he didn't know Liu Wenpei's preferences, Lu Miao still gave some suggestions from his own perspective:
"You can take a look at this one with a white background and small floral patterns."
There are many kinds of white powder, and the one Lu Miao left has a creamy white feel.
It's the slightly yellowish one.
The last time I saw Liu Wenpei, she had yellow-dark skin. She wore a cream-white material with a hint of yellow, which overall highlighted the texture of her skin and made her complexion look healthier.
Moreover, this kind of material with white background and small flowers is in short supply on the market.
It’s just that the white underneath isn’t that particular, sometimes it’s a warm yellowish tone, sometimes a cool blue tone…
Generally, people who are not picky or don't understand color tones cannot tell the difference.
In short, take this material back to Lingyuan and you will avoid any mishaps.
Ling Yuan scratched the back of his head. He didn't understand what skin texture and skin health meant, but when Lu Miao said it was good, he felt that it was definitely good.
Otherwise, Lu Miao wouldn't have stayed by himself.
"Okay, that's it."
Ling Yuan directly held it in his arms and asked, "How much is this?"
"Your happy event is here, so don't talk about money. Just consider it our gift."
Fu Jingyou nodded beside him, agreeing with what Lu Miao said.
Ling Yuan waved his hand:
"That won't work. Let's keep things separate."
Fabric is not easy to handle.
Besides, it was risky for Fu Jingyou to bring these things back.
Ling Yuan did some calculations.
The price of this kind of fabric on the black market is about 70 cents per foot, so ten feet is seven dollars.
Since he didn't have a cloth coupon, he couldn't calculate it based on 70 cents.
Ling Yuan put ten yuan on the kang, opened the door and ran away.
The young couple was caught off guard. By the time Fu Jingyou took out the money and went out to chase him, Ling Yuan had already jumped on his bicycle and rushed into the alley.
Fu Jingyou had no choice but to go back to the house and give the money to Lu Miao.
Lu Miao said, "Then just keep it. Consider it as the tea money he pays for his meals."
Compared to Xie Fei, Lu Miao felt that Ling Yuan was more to her liking.
We can continue to get along and see.
Fu Jingyou nodded.
…
Except for a few relatives and friends who were brought by Lu Yuanzheng to meet the family.
Fu Jingyou also visited Director Ma of Chongwen Translation House, Xu Hongmei of People's Publishing House, and Teacher Tan.
Afterwards, several families also gave gifts during the New Year. The younger generation came to Director Ma's house, while Xu Hongmei and Teacher Tan came in person.
They were all women, and when they knew Lu Miao was pregnant, Teacher Tan came over to express her condolences.
At that time, there were many self-taught university students and candidates from farmers and workers.
Most of them have families, so it is common to see female students going to school with bulging bellies.
Because talent is scarce or certain positions are in short supply.
In various state-owned industries, there are also many female comrades who stick to their jobs even when they are pregnant.
Teacher Tan wanted Lu Miao to go back to work, but felt it was not appropriate to force him, so he did not mention the matter.
He just said that when the weather is good, Lu Miao will go back to the British Society to take a look, and after the baby is born, he can work steadily and properly.
Lu Miao agreed.
After Teacher Tan left in the afternoon, Lu Miao was still thinking about this.
She won't be able to return to work in the short term, but she should still visit the Guoyingshe Society occasionally.
After all, it is a special department, so it is good to make its presence felt.
Otherwise, if you wait too long, you will have to start all over again with all your past relationships...
If you go, it’s not a good idea to go empty-handed.
Lu Miao was thinking about making something to bring over.
There is nothing else at home during this period of time.
There is still a small bunch of corn hanging under the eaves, which was strung last autumn. It has dried up by now.
Lu Miao asked Fu Jingyou to take it down and peel the corn kernels.
Place a small pot on the chimney stove, add oil, two spoons of sugar, and then pour in half a bowl of dried corn kernels.
He flipped it over casually, and when the oil and sugar were hot and melted, Lu Miao took the lid of the pot and covered it, then gently shook it over the fire outlet of the chimney stove.
Soon, a muffled explosion sound came from inside.
The shaking lasted for about two minutes, and when the explosion stopped, Lu Miao blocked the chimney and furnace damper.
When I opened the lid of the pot, I saw that a small bowl of dry corn kernels had been fried into a full pot of popcorn with a sweet aroma.
Lu Miao asked Fu Jingyou to bring a small sieve, poured the popcorn into the sieve, and called the children to come and eat.
The three children were overjoyed to suddenly have snacks.
Lu Miao was very happy to see this and decided to make two pots of popcorn and bring them to the National English Publishing House when it gets warmer in a couple of days.
It's not something that can be put on the table, but it's better than having nothing.
When the time comes, use oil paper and thin hemp rope to tie a nice little package, which will look presentable in public.
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