Xue Fengrong and Xie Yan are about the same age, and as rivals they respect each other.
There are only a few things in a man's mind. If Xie Yan wanted to lie to him, Xue Fengrong would be able to see it at a glance.
Xie Yan went to the military district in person to pick up Xue Fengrong, and now the two can live in peace.
"I will try my best to cure my illness and give her a perfect home."
Xie Yan is a man of his word. Xue Fengrong feels more at ease. It is always better to have a child of his own. It all depends on whether Xie Yan puts his heart into it.
If a man is attentive, he doesn't need to be taught. He will really pay attention and take the initiative to do many things.
"OK."
Xue Fengrong laughed heartily, and Xie Yan passed the first hurdle.
Xue Qingdai was wearing a lake blue dress, which was not conspicuous in the old street. She loved wearing comfortable cotton skirts because she had been practicing medicine for many years.
There was a dark hand ointment in the small bag. As a doctor, she had to be observant and calm. She had noticed her second brother's frostbitten hands early in the morning. The wounds were black and red and definitely not new.
Given his second brother's character of only reporting good news and not bad news, it was difficult for him to say it out loud. Xue Qingdai spent a little time making it last night and sealed it with a layer of wax so it can be used for a year.
Xue Yongkang opened the car door for his sister.
Xie Yan glanced quietly in the rearview mirror and happened to meet Xue Qingdai's clear almond-shaped eyes.
When Xie Yan was looked at by her, his uneasy heart fluttered and his body calmed down.
The military jeep was parked safely on the side of the road out of the way.
Now the country is known as the world's number one bicycle power. There are almost no cars. 28-bar bicycles shuttle on the roads, and all you can see at a glance are bicycles.
When Xue Qingdai was sitting on the bus, she was a little shocked to see rows of bicycles parked in front of the Tiananmen Gate.
Some people even cut out Coca-Cola signs and stick them on their bicycles as a fashion trend.
The influence of Happy Water in the country has already been epitomized now.
Xue Qingdai was thinking about the bitter taste of cough syrup on her tongue. As a young Chinese medicine practitioner, she didn't like happy water, but she liked honey water.
Xie Yan had already ordered two signature roast ducks from Quanjude, and someone led them inside along the way.
Xue Qingdai was protected by her brothers. She looked at Quanjude hanging up the plaque again with a calm and meaningful look in her eyes.
There are many time-honored brands in the capital. Quanjude, as one of the more famous ones, was forced to close during the Cultural Revolution. With the reform and opening up, these time-honored brands have gradually returned.
Quanjude just recently reopened and business is booming, and thanks to Xie Yan's friends who grew up with him in the compound, they didn't have to wait long.
Xue Qingdai ate Quanjude roast duck more than 40 years later.
But Xue Qingdai has never tasted this old taste from the 1980s.
The first and most delicious way to eat it is to coat the duck breast with crispy skin coated with sugar, which has the most original oily aroma.
The second way to eat it is to dip the roast duck skin in sweet noodle sauce and serve it with paper-thin spring pancakes.
The second and third brothers each gave Xue Qingdai a packet, and she was already full.
As a result, Xie Yan handed her another one while his third brother Xue Yongkang was going to the toilet and his second brother Xue Fengrong was rushing to pay the bill.
"I grew up here, so the ones I make are the most authentic." Xie Yan felt guilty about deceiving people, as he had almost no experience eating roast duck.
His father, Xie Songshan, believed in thriftiness during difficult times. He had rarely eaten roast duck since he was a child. It was only when his mother, Zhang Shuying, was craving for it that she took him to eat it.
Xue Qingdai was a little conflicted when she saw Xie Yan trying to please her clumsily. "I can't eat one, so you eat it."
Xie Yan fed it to her mouth. Xue Qingdai glared at him and took a small bite. "It's not delicious~"
How can this person be like this and force others?
Xie Yan then swallowed it in one gulp, "It's okay."
Xue Fengrong couldn't pay the bill, so when he came back he saw Xie Yan smiling brightly beside his younger sister like a peacock spreading its feathers.
"Xie Yan!" Xue Fengrong sat between the two of them and didn't move.
As a person who was born in the capital, Xie Yan doesn't often go to the capital and doesn't think this place is that strange.
But they ate together and always went shopping together, which gave me more opportunities to spend time with Xue Qingdai.
Xie Yan: "My former comrades-in-arms would climb the Great Wall when they came to the capital. It's okay for us not to climb the Great Wall. I brought a camera with me. Let's take a few photos together before leaving."
Xie Yan borrowed his mother Zhang Shuying's precious camera and held up the black brick.
The camera tempted Xue Qingdai. There were very few photos of her and her siblings. After something happened to the family, there was only one family portrait to remember everything.
When she had money, she would buy a camera and take dozens of photos of each family member.
"Okay." Xue Qingdai agreed promptly. Xue Fengrong and Xue Yongkang naturally supported their sister unconditionally.
I was afraid that Xue Qingdai would be thirsty, but she didn’t like drinking soda.
Xue Fengrong bought some oranges and Xue Yongkang bought some apples.
These fruits are not cheap, and they are also grown at home. Xue Yongkang wiped them and was reluctant to eat them, so he prepared to leave them all for his younger sister.
Xie Yan watched and learned silently from the side.
Xue Qingdai and her mother Zhang Shuying both have very delicate tempers, and they absolutely cannot live together.
Xie Yan followed the three siblings, thinking about how to have another chance to be alone with Xue Qingdai.
"Shuying, isn't that your son?" one of Zhang Shuying's fake sisters asked her, grabbing Zhang Shuying's thick black windbreaker and couldn't stop touching the luxurious material.
Zhang Shuying's charming red lips didn't care: "He is a living person and he can go wherever he wants."
"Don't go shopping with me when you have no money in your pocket. I won't pay for you. If I lend money to others again, my wife will be angry with me again."
Zhang Shuying revealed everyone's thoughts with just one sentence.
Is what she said true or false?
Everyone knows that Chief Xie Songshan almost gave his life to Zhang Shuying. The old man doted on his young wife so much that he sold his past face and favor to buy her a courtyard house to live in.
He would take her with him to any important occasion, and there were countless stories about their love and affection.
It's nothing like their marriage which is a mess and they have to think twice before buying a piece of clothing.
They felt bored and found excuses to leave.
Zhang Shuying, with her curly hair hanging down her shoulders and a bright red scarf tied around her neck, sighed, "It's really boring."
Follow the direction the person just pointed to go find your son to play with.
The street vendors were busy, shouting in their cotton coats, and rubbing their hands and breathing out air from time to time when the weather was cold.
Xue Qingdai bought another string of candied haws, and also two large oranges glued together with a hawthorn on top to make a strange-shaped candied haws shape.
Xue Qingdai couldn't help but laugh at the man selling candied haws: "Uncle, your idea is the first of its kind."
The creativity of the masses is endless.
The old man's kind face and beard were crooked with smile: "With my skills, I think I can coat any fruit with syrup."
Xue Qingdai gave him a thumbs up. She liked this kind of down-to-earth atmosphere.
Xie Yan: "Daidai, don't move. I'll take a picture of you."
Xue Qingdai seldom took photos, so she naturally made a scissors hand gesture and stood next to the candied haws stall.
Such an innocent era is worth preserving.
The two brothers of the Xue family didn't know how to use a camera. Seeing their sister happy, they were a little polite to Xie Yan.
"I want another one with my brothers, is that okay?" Xue Qingdai knew that taking photos was not cheap in this era, and it was even more difficult to preserve a photo.
"Of course!" Xie Yan also wanted to join in the photo shoot. It would be better if he and Dai Dai could take a photo together, but his two brothers were staring at them too closely.
Zhang Shuying doesn't look old and after dressing up, she looks like she's in her early thirties. She pursues beauty and gave birth to a son only to maintain her figure.
But her son seemed to have fallen in love with another woman. Xie Yan would not really forget his fiancée...
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