Chapter 365 Success
Pang Juan was quite satisfied with Tang Xuewen's appearance. Tang Xuewen couldn't take advantage of her at all. On the contrary, she could seek solace from Tang Xuewen in the future.
She has done right by her father-in-law and children, and she should live her own life well.
As for Tang Xuewen, he wasn't so happy.
How can a person live their life without having their own children? Wouldn't they be laughed at to death later on?
Seeing Pang Juan get up to leave, Tang Xuewen said, "If we start living together, your son has to change his surname to mine."
Pang Juan thought to herself, no matter whose surname the child takes, it won't be hers anyway. Tang Xuewen wants the child to take his surname, so he must be thinking about making it work.
She nodded readily and said, "It can be changed, but only after my father-in-law passes away."
Tang Xuewen felt unhappy when she thought of her father-in-law.
He married Pang Juan, and not only did he get a child as a bonus, but he also got an old man as a bonus? He's not even her biological father.
"No, we have to change our surnames if we get married."
Pang Juan said, "If you don't agree, then forget it. People are all made of flesh and blood. My son has been sensible and obedient since he was a child. He remembers when others are kind to him. You want him to change his surname as soon as he enters the family. Not to mention my father-in-law, my son can't stand it either."
With everyone already at the door, Tang Xuewen had no choice but to grit his teeth and reluctantly agree.
He comforted himself, thinking that perhaps a miracle could happen, and maybe Pang Juan would be able to have children in the future.
Seeing that the two of them had come out, Wei Zhao went up to them and asked what had happened.
Pang Juan said with a big smile, "Thank you so much, Director Wei. We're getting married."
Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow. "Won't we have more contact?"
Pang Juan said, "What else is there to get to know? We're all from the production and construction corps, everyone knows each other. Comrade Tang only has the problem of hitting people, and I can cure that problem. I've taken a liking to his looks, and he'll live a good life with me from now on."
Pang Juan looked at Tang Xuewen, "Comrade Tang, don't you think so?"
Hearing his words, Tang Xuewen felt a little strange, but he still nodded in agreement.
Wei Zhao: "..."?
Why has development turned out this way?
That's way too fast!
Shouldn't Tang Xuewen have his own thoughts? What are his thoughts?
Never mind, his opinion doesn't matter.
When Wei Zhao was having an existential crisis, Tang Xuewen said, "When I divorced Miao Feng, the regimental commander promised me that if I ever got married again, he would arrange a house for me."
Pang Juan immediately said, "You can stay at my place. We can build a wall around the house, find someone to build a shed in the yard, and put up a curtain so we can live there. In winter, the whole family can squeeze into the house."
Tang Xuewen said, "Then what's the difference between me and a son-in-law who marries into his wife's family?"
Pang Juan retorted, "How can there be no difference? The child will take your surname, while the child of a son-in-law who marries into the family will take the woman's surname. Let's save ourselves the trouble if we can. Getting a new house means we'll have to redecorate. We'll be one family from now on, why be so fussy? Besides, housing in the troupe is tight; who knows how long we'll have to wait..."
Tang Xuewen didn't notice what Pang Juan said at all; he only received Pang Juan's eyes, which were as clear as autumn water, and his heart fluttered.
Seeing Tang Xuewen's absent-minded expression with a hint of a smile, and then glancing at Pang Juan, who seemed to speak volumes with her eyes, Wei Zhao instantly understood what was going on between the two.
Tang Xuewen has completely fallen for her.
"Go back and pack your things these next couple of days. I've already talked to my family, and once I get the marriage certificate from the troupe, you can move in."
After Tang Xuewen responded, Wei Zhao said, "If you need to build a wall around your courtyard and can't find anyone, come to me and I'll ask the neighbors to help you."
"Tang Xuewen, if you remarry, you have to live a good life. Don't make a scene and become a laughing stock. If you hit someone again, I will definitely support Pang Juan in getting a divorce."
Pang Juan said, "Director Wei, don't worry about that. I said I could handle him, and I really can. My child's father even beat his own father when he got into trouble, but I taught him a lesson he won't forget."
Tang Xuewen suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. When he saw Pang Juan smiling at him, he subconsciously smiled back.
After finishing his business, Wei Zhao returned home and saw Song Lubai working with sweet potato starch in a basin.
"It's already dry, so fast."
Song Lubai took out the dried sweet potato starch and poured it onto the yellow paper used to wrap the biscuits.
Wrap it in yellow paper, and use a teacup to crush all the lumps inside into powder.
"The quantity is too small, so it dries quickly. This will probably only make two bowls of vermicelli."
The starch is grayish-white in color and has a very fine texture with no lumps. Song Lubai estimated that the amount was less than one pound.
While Song Lubai was stirring and stir-frying starch with water in a pot, Wei Zhao squatted in front of the stove to watch the firewood for her and told her about Tang Xuewen and Pang Juan.
This was the fastest blind date Song Lubai had ever seen.
"Sister, get the firewood out, the fire is too big."
The craftsman specifically said that this step requires a very, very low heat, otherwise the pan will burn.
Wei Zhao watched as the starch clump together, eventually cleaning the pot completely. She asked, "What's the purpose of this step?"
Song Lubai said, "After boiling it in the pot and turning it into dough, you can use a strainer to cut it into thin noodles. We don't have the tools, so I plan to cut it into thin strips on the cutting board like cutting noodles. After drying, it can be stored for a long time."
Wei Zhao said, "I've eaten such wide vermicelli before. It's flat. Anyway, it's cooked and then dried. Why didn't you steam it while it was still starch water, then cut it into slices and dry it?"
This is Song Lubai's first time making sweet potato noodles. She is following the craftsman's instructions strictly and has made no mistakes so far.
Wei Zhao's suggestion also seems plausible.
"I'll try it next time. If it works that way, it seems easier than this method, but you need to use a flat plate when steaming it."
The two discussed for a while longer before Wei Yang and Chen Yu returned.
They were surprised to find that dinner wasn't ready when they got home so late, but when they saw the gray, flat, wide strips of sweet potato noodles cut on the cutting board, they were delighted that Song Lubai had actually managed to make sweet potato noodles.
Song Lubai quickly and efficiently prepared a pot of radish noodles and cured meat.
Now we eat whatever vegetables we have at home. Even if the radish is pithy, we don't waste it; we still cut it into strips and put it in the pot. As for the cured meat, Song Lubai just cuts a dozen or so thin slices and puts them in the pot, just enough to give the dish a meaty flavor.
Today, everyone's attention is on the rice noodles.
Unlike the vermicelli sold in the supply and marketing cooperative, Song Lu's white-cut vermicelli is about an inch wide and doesn't look particularly thin, but it becomes transparent after cooking and looks very tempting.
Everyone started by putting their chopsticks into the vermicelli, and Wei Zhao's eyes lit up after tasting it.
"Smooth and chewy! Just like the ones sold in department stores! It would be even better if they were a little thinner."
Song Lubai also thought it tasted good after eating it.
She had to thank her aunt, who clearly marked all the important points and repeatedly emphasized some areas where mistakes were easily made; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to do it successfully even once.
Song Lubai looked at Wei Yang and said, "Let's plant more sweet potatoes in the troupe this year."
Wei Yang said, "We planted a lot this year. Sweet potatoes have a high yield and are easy to raise. Don't worry, the food workshop will definitely be able to get started."
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