In September, Guangzhou is bathed in golden sunlight, with clear skies and gentle breezes. A refreshing autumn wind sweeps through the streets, dispelling the gloom from the restaurants.
Standing under the blazing sunlight, Chen Qing watched Wang Xuemei's upright figure disappear into the street, and felt that everything he had just planned had become clear and certain in this bright autumn day.
A bright future lies ahead, just like the vast expanse of heaven and earth at this moment.
Chen Qing was in a good mood as he walked home. On the way, he saw a farmer carrying watermelons on a shoulder pole and bought two to take home.
There is a well in the backyard that can be used as a refrigerator.
Chen Qing used a rope to hang a net bag, gently lowered two watermelons into it, and then gently pulled them up in the afternoon, making the watermelons crisp and refreshing.
Youyou ran over, looked at the watermelon, and asked, "Shall we eat it this afternoon?"
Chen Qing nodded: "Yes, we'll eat this afternoon. How about you come with me to ask the neighbors if they'd like to borrow some tables and chairs?"
"Okay!" Youyou agreed, then asked, "Mom, how many tables will Xiaoyu have for her graduation banquet?"
"Eight tables. We'll put six in the front yard and two in the living room. That should be about right." Chen Qing didn't plan to invite her superiors or colleagues, only people Xiao Yu knew. This was her graduation banquet, and she would be the host.
Youyou asked eagerly again, "Are there many dishes?"
"Two meat dishes, one seafood dish, three vegetable dishes, a snack and a treat."
Chen Qing considered it to be a banquet of above-average quality.
She is, after all, a public official. Although she wants to make a big show of it, she can't actually do it.
The reason we dared to invite eight tables of people was because of the reform and opening up, which blurred the lines of many things.
Youyou's expectant face.
Chen Qing pinched his chubby cheeks: "Does your sister Xiaoyu often give you milk?"
"right."
"You've gained weight."
"No!!"
"Hahaha……"
"Mom, I haven't gained weight," Youyou emphasized, blushing.
Chen Qing smiled and said, "Okay, okay, you haven't gained weight. Wait here, I'll go get some paper and pen and calculate how many pots and pans we need to borrow."
She had never cooked.
I don't understand the basics very well.
As she left, Aunt Feng chimed in to help.
Borrowing tables, chairs, pots, and pans went smoothly; all that's left is to prepare the dishes and hire a cook.
Thanks to He Yuan, the family had enough meat coupons to buy enough meat.
As for green vegetables...
When Chen Qing got home and looked at the vegetables in the backyard, he asked Aunt Feng, "Is there enough food for eight tables?"
“Yu Xiang knows you hate eating the same dish over and over again, so he divided the backyard plot into small sections. You see, some of them haven’t grown yet, but the lettuce should be enough to cook for eight tables.”
"There are still two dishes left. Let's exchange them at Wang Wenming's house. As for the cook..."
When He Yuxiang returned, Chen Qing asked him who would be a suitable match.
He Yuxiang: "Uncle Anlang, Aunt Feng, Aunt Zhang, me and Dwarf Tiger, and Uncle Yi said he would also come to help, so we'll have enough manpower."
"OK."
Everything has been arranged.
Chen Qing had nothing to worry about. She asked Youyou to help her get the watermelon, and they ate it while sitting on the swing that evening.
Xiao Yu felt a pang of sadness and secretly went to the kitchen to ask her brother, "When is Uncle coming home?"
He Yuxiang paused slightly as he cut the watermelon, his tone flat: "I don't know."
I remember my uncle saying five years, and now it's almost been six years.
Xiao Yu gave a muffled "oh," took the snack her brother handed her, and sat down next to her aunt.
Suddenly, the hen in the house strolled from the backyard to the front yard, making a low clucking sound from its neck. Its sharp and powerful yellow claws scratched at the ground as it walked, and Chen Qingzhen was afraid that it would poop.
"Pingping!!! How did your chicken escape from the coop?!"
Pingping rushed out of the living room, arms outstretched, "Shh... Go back quickly."
She painstakingly herded the hen back into the coop, only to find a hole in it. She then asked her brother to fix the coop.
He Yuxiang went to the storage room to find bamboo strips and repaired the hole in the chicken coop.
Another busy night has passed.
On Sunday, Chen Qing drove his two children to the riverbank to fish. Xiao He was drawing, and Xiao Yu was practicing martial arts, humming and laughing.
Fu Shuyan, who was supposed to rest on Sunday, was forced to work by the ruthless and cold-hearted He Yuxiang!
Fu Shuyan regretted his actions, especially since he was busy until 11 p.m., and he went to complain to Mao Mao early Monday morning, full of resentment!
Mao Mao also felt that He Yuxiang was being inhumane, and said awkwardly, "I'm speaking up for him, how could he be so outrageous!"
"This is too much!" Fu Shuyan felt like a dog, being played for a fool.
Mao Mao patted him on the shoulder, went to his aunt's house, pushed open He Yuxiang's door, and seeing that Youyou was awake, decided to tease Youyou first: "Youyou, did you miss me?"
Youyou's eyes crinkled into a smile: "I want to."
He opened his arms for a hug.
Mao Mao spun him around in her arms, then took him outside to brush his teeth and wash his face. Looking at his chubby cheeks, so tender, white and smooth, she reached out and poked them. "Youyou, you look a bit like your little sister Xiaoyu when you were little, both of you have chubby cheeks. Pingping looks more like your big brother, he doesn't have much fat."
“But I’m not fat,” Youyou emphasized.
Mao Mao laughed and said, "Yes, you're not fat. We call this cute."
Youyou is happy.
He Yuxiang went out with his hair all messy and disheveled. Chen Qing saw him and complained, "Why is your hair so long?"
"I didn't get my hair cut before I went abroad, I'll find a chance to get it cut later." He Yuxiang didn't get home until 1 a.m. last night, and he's very sleepy at 7 p.m. now.
He Yuxiang didn't react when he saw Mao Mao coming.
Mao Mao, however, said to him, "Fu Shuyan said he can't work fourteen hours a day and told you to find someone else."
He Yuxiang squinted as he brushed his teeth, and mumbled, "He can do it. Young man, give it a try."
Mao Mao advised again, "Twelve hours, otherwise you'll get angry easily without his help."
He Yuxiang conceded: "Okay."
A salary of two hundred yuan.
How could he not exploit him?! Impossible.
He Yuxiang brushed his teeth and washed his face, then tidied his hair a bit. Seeing his aunt looking relaxed, he asked, "Isn't your chain store about to open? Aren't you busy?"
"I'm busy, but I'm at home, aren't I? I haven't had breakfast yet."
The world is vast.
Eating is the most important thing.
Since Chen Qing decided to take good care of He Yuxiang and Xiao Yu, she has basically stopped bringing work-related stress home.
So even when she's very busy with work, Chen Qing can still eat at a leisurely pace.
He Yuxiang was amazed.
Things he used to take for granted became incredibly difficult after he started his own business. Last night, he complained to Youyou about her sleeping posture, saying it wasn't good enough.
Aunt Zhang brought out the noodle soup and called to Mao Mao, "Mao Mao, I made your portion, come and eat."
Mao Mao nodded and skillfully sat down at the table to eat breakfast.
He Yuxiang hesitated for a moment, then sat down and quickly ate breakfast. He ate it in a hurry and then rushed out the door.
Pingping, who had only taken two bites, stared blankly at her brother's empty bowl. (End of Chapter)
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