This hair oil is very precious.
Generally speaking, people only eat fried food during festivals.
Most of the fried ones are used to entertain guests.
The oil used for frying will also be used again.
Huang Jianing smiled softly, "My second aunt came back from a long trip. She called the army yesterday and told Guozheng that she would come over today."
Song Yiyi and Aunt Wang blinked their eyes and waited for what would happen next.
"My second aunt loves sugar-coated cakes, so I want to fry some for her to take away. She's been out working a lot lately and is busy and tired."
After hearing this, Aunt Wang gave a thumbs up: "Jianing, you are so generous!"
Huang Jianing's hands kept moving. She used long chopsticks to flip the sugar-coated cake that had already floated up in the air in the pan.
"My second aunt is a human being."
Huang Jianing: "When I gave birth to my first child, my mother-in-law disliked the fact that it was a girl and was unwilling to buy her clothes."
"During my confinement period, I didn't have enough to eat every day. My baby cried every night because he had no milk and was hungry."
"My second aunt gave me money without my mother-in-law's knowledge, bought cloth for the child, and brought me trough cakes and malted milk, asking me to hide them and drink them secretly."
"After Xiaobao was born, my mother-in-law was so angry that she cursed in the yard every day. My second aunt came over more often, and every time she did, she would criticize my mother-in-law."
"She is very kind to Xiaobao. She buys most of Xiaobao's clothes and brings food for the child every time she comes."
As she spoke, her eyes became red.
Aunt Wang quickly said, "Blast it! I'll help you fry it!"
As she spoke, she was about to roll up her sleeves.
Huang Jianing naturally refused, "Auntie, there's not much left, you guys eat quickly."
After frying the sugar-coated cakes, they started frying the fragrant oil cakes.
Song Yiyi looked at the food and realized that the fried oil cake was actually fried dough sticks.
Aunt Wang waited for Huang Jianing to sit down, then glanced outside and asked in a low voice, "Jianing, are you pregnant again?"
Song Yiyi was about to open her mouth to take a bite of the scallion pancake, but she stopped when she heard what he said.
Still alive?!
If I remember correctly, the policy seems to be tightening soon.
The previous performance by the cultural troupe, which put the theme of family planning first, is proof of this.
Song Yiyi has a God's perspective.
Huang Jianing and the others didn't know about this. After all, this matter had been mentioned before but had never really been implemented.
"Auntie, it's not even a month yet, don't tell anyone yet."
A trace of longing flashed across Huang Jianing's face, "I hope it's a boy this time."
Aunt Wang laughed out loud twice and clapped her thigh, "Don't worry, I'm the most strict one!"
Song Yiyi: "Really?"
I'm afraid even Aunt Wang herself doesn't believe this.
Aunt Wang laughed dryly, nudged Song Yiyi with her elbow, and abruptly changed the subject: "Yiyi, are you and your man having sex?"
Song Yiyi smiled slightly: "When did we stop being friends?"
She turned her head and looked at Aunt Wang with a questioning look.
Aunt Wang shrank her neck and said, "Don't look at me like that. I didn't say anything nonsense this time!"
This sentence is true.
Aunt Wang really didn't dare to say anything to Cen Yue.
She was afraid of affecting her stupid son's behavior.
The people in the courtyard gossiped with each other, and at most they just chatted for a while.
Cen Yue really does what he says.
"By the way, let me tell you, your nephew and his wife have been quarreling again these days!"
Aunt Wang suddenly became excited.
She felt that her words were not forceful enough, so she stood up and gestured and clapped her hands.
Song Yiyi performed the role with great emotion.
I ate an unexpected melon.
I don't know what Cen Bowen was thinking. He found someone of Cen Anguo's status just to arrange a job for Huo Tianqi.
It is still an inconspicuous work of the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe.
Let’s not talk about asking Cen Anguo to do this for now.
It's somewhat of a waste of talent.
Cen Bowen and Huo Tianqi are two people who have nothing in common.
Everyone was wondering how they met.
Cen Bowen just did it, without even saying a word to his grandfather.
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