Chapter 126 Recipe Little brother, I'll cook fish for you tomorrow! ...
"Why don't you come back with us?" Li Jianzhi's eyebrows twitched. Seeing the little boy eat the shumai made by his own son, Xiaopang, he felt a pang of guilt and remorse.
"Looks like he hasn't had a proper meal in a long time, and now he's eaten something greasy. He's probably going to have diarrhea. I'll go ask the army doctor to prescribe some antidiarrheal medicine later."
As soon as Li Jianzhi finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Qin Xiangxiang. Qin Xiangxiang nodded: "Then let's go to our house."
Qin Xiangxiang originally didn't want to steal the female lead's opportunity, but the "Little Fatty Meal" was a deadly mess, and it was ultimately her son's fault. Plus, this old lady Chen was so mean and difficult to deal with.
This child even eats the shumai her son made; she's so pitiful.
Sister Gao praised, "You two are truly kind-hearted."
Old Mrs. Chen sneered a few times: "She's kind-hearted now, but we'll see what happens in the future."
Zhao Yangyang also felt relieved and looked at Qin Xiangxiang with a grateful gaze.
Qin Xiangxiang felt a bit disappointed in Zhao Yangyang, thinking to herself, "You, the new female lead, are going to slap the faces of that awful mother-in-law and sister-in-law!"
How could I let my mother-in-law have her way?
"Factory manager, don't worry." Gao Rong, who was also among the onlookers, said, "If this little mute can't find his parents, we might as well raise him in our textile factory. He can be an apprentice from a young age, and he'll always have a bowl of rice in the canteen."
"Although I can't speak, learning some skills is no problem. How about I learn to be a movie projectionist?"
"Before he comes of age, there's no need to pay him a salary; just give him food to eat."
Qin Xiangxiang: "..." Although Gao Rong, you are right, but you are a ruthless tyrant.
“Gao Rong’s idea is not bad. Thank you, Xiao Qin. If he stays with your factory, at least he will have food to eat. If he can’t find his parents in the future, it will be convenient for couples who cannot have children to adopt him.”
Qin Xiangxiang and her husband took the little mute boy home, had Xiao Pang take him to the bathroom to take a hot bath, changed him into Xiao Pang's old clothes, and slept in the same room that night.
The chubby boy asked the mute boy, "Do you still want to eat this shumai?"
The little mute nodded.
Little Fatty's eyes lit up: "Here, have some!"
The little mute nodded, deeply moved.
Qin Xiangxiang swallowed hard; she was horrified by the scene before her.
But Little Fatty really likes this little mute boy because he's willing to eat the meals Little Fatty makes.
Little Fatty: "Little brother, I'll cook fish for you tomorrow!"
Li Jianzhi: "..."
Can his son please stop ruining other people's good families?
"Dad, buy a big yellow croaker tomorrow! I want to cook it for my little brother."
His father was a military officer, and his mother was a factory director. Both of them had high salaries, and in the entire residential compound, only Little Fatty could say such bold things.
Li Jianzhi also felt that children should be given more opportunities to develop their hands-on skills, and at least their initiative should not be discouraged. If he wanted to cook, let him do it, and let him try, no matter how well or poorly he does it.
The men of the Li family don't keep useless people as pets.
Qin thought for a moment: "Let's give this child a name first. We can't keep calling him 'little mute' all the time."
Little Fatty: "Mom, we picked him up from the third floor, so let's call him Little Third."
Li Jianzhi almost choked on his own saliva. "Call her Xiaolou! That sounds better."
Qin Xiangxiang agreed: "Listen to your father, let's name him Xiaolou."
"Alright, Xiaolou, I'll cook fish for you tomorrow. My family has a secret recipe for cooking fish. My dad was a veteran of the navy for over ten years and he's especially good at killing and cooking fish. I'm his son, so I have the talent too."
Li Jianzhi closed his eyes, deciding to ignore what he heard. "Think about it, let's take a picture of Xiaolou and try to publish it in the newspaper to find Xiaolou's parents as soon as possible."
Qin Xiangxiang said, “I think he is very refined in his dress and demeanor. He may come from a scholarly family, or maybe his family is involved in literature and art. We went to the Mingzhou Cultural Center last time, and there was Mr. Ma who drew the factory logo for us. I will call him tomorrow to ask if they know anyone in the circle who has lost a child.”
Li Jianzhi praised, "Wife, you're so smart!"
"If we can't find Xiaolou's parents, then let him stay at the textile factory. There are many people there, and there are nurseries and canteens."
Xiao Lou can't find his parents?
That's impossible, his parents will be here soon.
Anyway, it wasn't a big deal, so Qin thought it would be good to take the child in, even if it was a little trouble, to make a good connection.
The next day, Qin Xiangxiang went to work at the factory, taking all three children with her. She held her daughter Suisui's hand, while Xiaopang led Xiaolou. The three children got into the car together, and Qin Xiangxiang told Xiaopang to take good care of his younger siblings.
The chubby boy nodded, already looking every bit like a big brother.
Upon arriving at the factory, Assistant He met Xiao Lou and, after hearing about his situation, praised him, saying, "Factory Manager, you are truly kind-hearted."
"Doing good deeds will surely bring good fortune; the parents will be very grateful to you in the future."
Qin Xiangxiang arrived at the factory manager's office, intending to call Mr. Ma from the neighborhood committee first to ask if he knew of any missing children. However, as soon as she sat down, she received a call from Manager Meng of the textile foreign trade company.
"Director Qin, congratulations! I heard about the last workers' arts competition. Your factory won first place. That's amazing! Over a hundred people dancing was truly breathtaking!"
"It's in the newspaper again, and lots of people are talking about your red dresses."
Qin Xiangxiang said modestly, "This is all thanks to the hard work of the factory workers."
"It's thanks to your leadership as factory manager that I'm making this call." After exchanging a few pleasantries on the phone, Manager Meng began to explain the purpose of his call: "The Canton Fair in the fall is about to start again in the second half of the year. This time, I'm giving your textile factory a chance to go to the autumn job fair and broaden your horizons. Would you like to?"
Qin Xiangxiang asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
“In the past, our foreign trade company did not communicate closely with various textile factories. Over the years, the production staff only focused on production, and the sales staff only focused on sales. After the last incident of differentiating between high, medium and low grades, many people felt that our foreign trade company should strengthen communication with various textile factories.”
“In the past, we would go to various textile factories to buy textile products and then sell them to foreigners. But foreigners didn’t like many of the products, and most of them didn’t fetch a good price. It was such a waste.”
"Many of the things we produce are not what other people want. Of course, we also have many successful textile products that sell well overseas, but there are still too few types of these textile products that sell well overseas."
"Director Qin, you are young and have great ideas. The textiles in your factory are of good quality. I heard that the dresses you made last time were also very beautiful. So I would like to invite you to exhibit your factory's textiles at the Canton Fair and see if foreigners like them."
Qin Xiangxiang was shocked: "Our factory's products are going to be exhibited at the Canton Fair?"
“Our factory was built less than a year ago, and we don’t even have a storefront yet.”
Manager Meng: "But you are young, have ideas, and are quick-witted. Participating in the Canton Fair is also an opportunity for you to help us analyze what textiles foreigners like."
"We are currently under great pressure from foreign exchange. As you know, the country needs to import many production lines, which all require foreign exchange. This puts pressure on our foreign trade companies. We should work together to create more foreign exchange for the country."
Qin Xiangxiang agreed, "Okay, thank you Manager Meng for giving Feiyan Textile Factory this opportunity. Are there any other factories?"
“There are some.”
Qin Xiangxiang: "Does the Mingzhou Silk Weaving Factory have one? The factory manager's surname is Chen, the one with Chen Shulan?"
"Yes, you know Factory Director Chen?"
"After getting to know her, I developed a deep affection for her."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Xiangxiang felt deeply that this was an opportunity. It was an opportunity for the factory's development, as it could earn foreign exchange and perhaps even acquire some imported equipment. For her personally, it was also an opportunity—a chance to slack off and travel on a company-funded basis, while also learning a foreign language and experiencing what it was like to communicate with foreigners.
Qin Xiang chuckled for a while, then found the previous contact address and called the street where Mr. Ma lived, following the instructions. She asked Mr. Ma to come and answer the phone. She waited for quite a while before she finally got in touch with Mr. Ma.
Qin Xiangxiang: "Mr. Ma, I'm the factory manager of Feiyan Textile Factory. Someone in our area found a lost child. He was abducted, and he seems to come from an educated family. Could you help me ask around if anyone in your neighborhood has lost a child? The child is four or five years old and is mute..."
She described the small building's physical features over the phone.
"Alright, alright, I'll help ask around." Mr. Ma immediately took it to heart when he heard that a child had gone missing. This was no ordinary case. "Director Qin, you really are a kind-hearted person."
Gao Rong was off work that day, and she took the initiative to go to Lin Xiuqin's place. Lin Xiuqin was becoming increasingly reluctant to talk to Gao Rong because Gao Rong was always trying to freeload meals and take advantage of others.
But this time, Gao Rong said she wanted to treat Lin Xiuqin to dinner.
Lin Xiuqin was shocked, thinking to herself that she had never seen anything like it before. The sun was rising in the west, and even pigs could fly.
Little did anyone know that Gao Rong had specifically invited Lin Xiuqin to boast: "Our factory participated in the provincial arts and culture performance competition, and our factory's program won first place!"
“I was busy every day during that period and didn’t see you because I had to practice dancing.”
"The dresses we wore when we danced were so beautiful!"
"I still dream about that day dancing in the stadium, with cheers from the audience!"
Lin Xiuqin's lips twitched. She thought to herself that it was indeed too difficult to get a bowl of rice from Gao Rong, who was like a skinflint. She had to grit her teeth and listen to Gao Rong's boasting.
"Has anything happened in your family compound lately?" Lin Xiuqin didn't want to listen to Gao Rong's boasting anymore, so she tried to steer the conversation away from the topic.
"Something happened? Well, there is. Zhao Yangyang brought a mute child home and had a huge fight with her mother-in-law." Gao Rong sighed, "This Zhao Yangyang is really naive. Her colleague told her to bring the child back; isn't that pushing her into a fire pit?"
A child? A mute child?
Lin Xiuqin almost dropped her bowl when she suddenly remembered this: it was the grandson of that master of traditional Chinese painting!
She thought this part of the story wouldn't happen, since she didn't marry Chen Ruifeng, but this mute child inexplicably appeared next to Zhao Yangyang, allowing Zhao Yangyang to take advantage of the situation.
Therefore, Zhao Yangyang replaced the original Lin Xiuqin and gained many opportunities!
Just thinking about this made Lin Xiuqin feel like her heart was about to stop. After the master of traditional Chinese painting found her child, he gave Lin Xiuqin a family recipe book as a token of his gratitude.
This family recipe book contains several valuable recipes, but you can't tell from the home of a master painter. His family had a lineage of imperial chefs, but now no one in the family is good at cooking. As for these old recipes, they are nothing but a fantasy in this day and age when food and clothing are scarce.
You're even worried about using oil, let alone recipes?
Deep-frying is the best recipe.
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