He is not afraid of the sun, but he is afraid of going shopping under the moon.
So tired!
"You guys stay home. I'll go to the restaurant and pack up the roast duck."
Otherwise, when my elder sister and the others come back, I will have to follow her out in the hot sun.
"Oh, we're not going shopping. It's okay. It's not good for us to stay here." After Wang Zhijun finished speaking, Tang Nancheng nodded in agreement.
Ling Yue didn't care, because these two people wouldn't listen to her anyway.
The three of them went out together, but before they had taken a few steps, the scorching sun seemed to be drying her out, and sweat kept pouring down.
Ling Yue couldn't stand the scorching sun and lost interest in shopping in the morning. She went straight to her destination, bought some roast duck, and bought some vegetables on the way back. Then she ran to the Lihua Courtyard without stopping.
After entering the door, I found that this ancient courtyard house is really warm in spring and cool in summer. As soon as I stood in the house, a cold current came from all directions.
I wiped my body in the room, changed my clothes, and then went to the kitchen to cook. There was no meat in the lunch dishes, probably because it doesn’t last long. There was a washing machine at home, but there was no refrigerator.
But I don't have time now. I'll have to wait until the nuclear weapons plan is completed and then find some time to make a refrigerator. It doesn't need to be too big, just a small one that can be used by my elder sister and Xiangzhong.
While thinking about what to add to the courtyard, I cooked.
Ling Yue only cooks in the courtyard. It has been almost a year since the last time, but fortunately her skills have not been affected.
"Wang Zhijun?" Xiangzhong was surprised to see the two people sweeping the yard. He had seen Wang Zhijun before, and he was the one who chose him.
"Ling Yue is here?"
As he spoke, Xiangzhong strode towards the main room.
As soon as I reached the door, I saw Ling Yue coming out of the kitchen carrying dishes.
"Comrade Xiangzhong." He greeted her and placed the dishes on the table. "Comrade Xiangzhong, please sit down and take a rest. I'll bring the dishes over."
Lieutenant Xiang put the bag in the study, then went to the kitchen to help take out the food. After a while, Sister Wu also came back.
"Why are you here so early today?" The person who usually wouldn't come home until dark was at home before the sun went down today.
Xiangzhong was speechless. The reason he came back so early today was because of Lingyue.
When Comrade Zirun heard Qian Zilin's suggestion, he specifically asked him to help Lingyue with her life, thinking that his wife worked in the Women's Federation and no one should know these things better than her.
He had also seen a lot of young talents in the past two days, and some of them were very good. He thought of asking Sister Wu to take a leave and mention it when he went to see Ling Yue, so as to introduce them to each other. However, as soon as he got home, he met the protagonist of this incident.
"Let's eat first, and then we can chat."
Ling Yue opened her mouth in surprise, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit serious.
"Hey, girl, did you make this?" Sister Wu only then saw the table full of food, including the roast duck she planned to take Lingyue to eat. "Didn't I tell you to take you there when I get back? The sun is so strong, what if you get tanned or get heatstroke?"
Ling Yue filled a bowl of ordinary rice and placed it in front of herself: "No, I have an umbrella, and Wang Zhijun and the others are following me, so nothing will happen."
Sister Wu: ...Okay.
The food Ling Yue cooks is just edible, but she is not as good as the other heroines who are either not good at cooking or are god-level chefs.
The reason why I can make this thing is that I was too old back then, more than a thousand years, and the boring life needed some spice, otherwise people would feel bored.
In the interstellar age, there are more people suffering from depression than at any other time, and therefore more and more people are committing suicide and self-harm. Most of them are because they are too old, and their lives are full of work, eating and sleeping day after day, without adjusting their mentality, which leads to the frequent occurrence of depression, anxiety and other mental illnesses.
After dinner, the sun set outside and the breeze gently blew through my hair, making even my scalp feel cool.
Tang Nancheng and the other man had already gone out with Xiangzhong's guards to discuss some essential matters concerning guards.
Now the three of them are sitting on a stone bench under the pear tree, one of them holding a large water jar with a very old feel.
Xiangzhong took a sip of water and asked, "Is everything okay at the base now that you're back?"
Ling Yue shook her head. "They're already wrapping up their work. They'll be fine while I'm gone. The technology and research will all be handed over to them. When the second and third generations will come out depends on when they start researching. I only do a project of this type once. I've taught them what I need to teach them. How well they learn is not my concern."
Xiangzhong listened quietly and nodded. Lingyue's idea was good. The sustainable development of a country should be in the hands of all its people, not just one person leading the way and winning.
"I heard Comrade Zilin talk about your idea. I think it's a good idea. The future is still in the hands of young people."
"What about Deng He?"
Ling Yue said softly, "I met Uncle Deng yesterday and discussed the progress with him, but my computer hasn't arrived yet, so I can't start working right away. Let's wait a couple of days."
Sister Wu looked at the state of the two people and shook her head helplessly. They were both workaholics. One could work without sleep, and the other was too lazy to even eat.
"Okay, you guys finally have a day off, let's talk about something else. If you have any work issues, bring Lingyue to your office tomorrow and we can discuss it slowly."
Normally, Sister Wu would not interrupt Xiangzhong's work. She was always a good wife to Xiangzhong in both his life and work. However, she made an exception today. Look at how thin Lingyue's face was. It was obvious that she didn't get enough rest.
"Okay, okay, it's my fault. Let's not talk about this."
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