Before 1985, Teachers' Day was September 28th, the birthday of Confucius. After 1985, it became known as September 10th.
So, just a few days after Teachers' Day, National Day arrived.
Moreover, the National Day holiday that year coincided with the Mid-Autumn Festival, resulting in an extra day off, for a total of four days off.
Sweetie almost went crazy with fun.
Although the early childhood education class is very interesting, it requires writing, which is so difficult! She can't write well at all!
After the holiday started, her uncle and aunt took her boating on the lake and bought her small cakes and orange soda!
So she prefers holidays to going to school!
Holidays are awesome!!
On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fang Qiao took Cheng Baidong and An'an back to her parents' home.
Because it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and because of its symbolic meaning, Xiaojing and Tiantian stayed in the family compound and didn't go over.
Just like last time, I parked the car several kilometers away from home and then took a bus back.
For the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fang Qiao brought a box of mooncakes and half a roast duck.
It's not outstanding, but it's definitely not bad either.
After all, these days everything was rationed, even mooncakes were no exception.
Fang Qiao only had one pound of mooncake coupons in her possession.
Mooncakes are quite heavy, each weighing over an ounce. The pound of mooncake coupons only yielded eight mooncakes. Four were given away as gifts, leaving four at home, meaning each person could only receive one.
Fang Qiao arrived at her parents' home right on time, arriving after 11 o'clock.
Her eldest sister, Fang Xue, and her brother-in-law, Zhang Jun, had already arrived and were sitting at the square table in the courtyard, drinking tea and chatting with her older brother.
Her older sister was as warm as ever. When she saw Fang Qiao enter, she smiled and reached out to greet her, "Little Qiao is here."
Fang Qiao nodded lightly and took the things she had brought to the kitchen.
Her mother, Yang Fengxia, and her sister-in-law, Dong Ping, were making dumplings around the stove in the kitchen. One of them rolled out the dough and the other filled the dumplings. The filling was chives and pork. The bowl of filling was bright green, with a lot of chives and the pork was just a garnish.
Fang Qiao called out, "Mom, sister-in-law."
Dong Ping smiled and replied, "Little sister, you're back."
Yang Fengxia responded politely, "It's enough that you've come; why did you bring anything?"
Fang Qiao knew that her words were just polite and not taken seriously at all, so she casually replied, "It's a holiday, so it's only right to bring a gift."
As she spoke, she placed the things in her hand on the table behind her, and Dong Ping immediately spotted Quanjude's oil paper bag.
She smiled happily, glanced at Fang Qiao's pregnant belly, and said with a beaming smile, "Little sister, the kitchen is cramped and the floor is uneven. Be careful with your step, and hurry up and leave after you put the things down."
Yang Fengxia also said, "Your sister-in-law is right. Go out and rest for a while. I'll call you when the dumplings are ready."
Just then, Fang Xue suddenly came in from outside, affectionately put her arm around Fang Qiao's shoulder, and asked, "Little sister, why are you so late today? Mom and sister-in-law have almost finished cooking. I came at nine o'clock, and I waited and waited for you but you didn't come. I thought you weren't coming."
Although she said this with a smile, her words implied that she was complaining that Fang Qiao was late.
"You're overthinking it. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, a time for family reunion. How could I not come?" Fang Qiao brushed away Fang Xue's hand from her shoulder and said coldly, "You live nearby, so you can come anytime you want. I live far away, so naturally I'll be late."
Fang Xue wasn't annoyed when Fang Qiao brushed her hand away. She took two steps forward and casually opened the gifts Fang Qiao had placed on the table. "Oh, these are the gifts my little sister gave to our parents, right?"
Her movements were natural, showing no awareness of a married woman returning to her parents' home, and she ignored the eye roll Dong Ping gave her.
She didn't touch the oil paper bag from Quanjude, but instead opened the mooncakes wrapped in red seal.
Once the thin hemp rope was untied, the square package made of folded oil paper fell apart, revealing the neatly arranged mooncakes inside.
Fang Xue reached out and picked up a mooncake without any hesitation, took a bite, and revealed the candied fruit peel, sesame seeds, and crushed peanuts inside.
As she ate, she frowned and said, "Little sister, why did you buy ready-made five-nut mooncakes? Nobody in the family likes them. I remember before you went to the countryside, you made mooncakes by hand every Mid-Autumn Festival, especially the ones with jujube paste and red bean paste fillings. Our parents loved them."
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