"In the dormitory," he said, and then he suddenly became alert again, "Why do you ask this?"
"Nothing." Lin Qingping said indifferently, "I thought you wouldn't wear it, so I gave it to someone else."
"Who are you going to give it to?" His tone suddenly became urgent. He turned her over and asked, staring into her eyes.
"It's none of your business."
"No!" he said firmly.
"Okay, if you don't want to give it to me, just knit it again!" Lin Qingping pulled his hand down from her arm, "If you don't want to cook, get out. I have to cook. Don't delay my son's meal."
Gu Juncheng stared at her back, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Finally, he picked up the fish and started to show off his knife skills. Zhiyuan wanted to eat the squirrel mandarin fish, so he couldn't cut it in half.
From that moment on, Lin Qingping never heard Gu Juncheng speak. If he didn't say anything, she certainly wouldn't say anything either. The only sounds in the kitchen were the sound of cutting vegetables and the sizzling sound of frying food in a hot pan.
After a sumptuous meal was prepared, Gu Juncheng sat firmly at his previous seat at the table and began to eat, looking as if he would not leave no matter how you drove him away.
Lin Qingping gave him a "scoundrel" look and told Zhiyuan to eat.
Zhiyuan was a little happy to see his father and mother sitting down, "Dad, Mom, I'll go get you some food."
Lin Qingping’s cooking skills are really good. After all, she was a professional in the catering industry in her previous life. After the meal, Gu Juncheng and Zhiyuan both enjoyed it very much.
Gu Juncheng ate half a bowl of braised pork by himself, and half of the duck by himself. He also ate two large bowls of rice with the soup.
Of course, after the meal, I was very conscious and went to clean up the dishes.
"Mom, I'm going to play in the yard for a while." Zhiyuan felt that he was too full.
Lin Qingping nodded, went upstairs to get the wool, put a stool upside down, wrapped the wool around the four legs of the stool, and tried to make it into a ball.
Gu Juncheng came out and saw this scene. His voice was tense, "Are you really knitting a sweater?"
Lin Qingping freed one hand and knocked on the table, "Give me the money."
"What money?" Gu Juncheng asked in surprise, while reaching into his pocket to take out money, "How much do you want?"
"Meal money! You ate enough for three people!" Of course it was a bit exaggerated.
Gu Juncheng was stunned and finally felt a little embarrassed, but he withdrew his hand that was about to take out the money.
"What? You want to dine and eat for free?" Lin Qingping glared at him.
"What does it mean to dine for free?" Gu Juncheng didn't understand the term.
"It's just free food!"
Gu Juncheng sat beside her and watched her hands winding the wool quickly.
"Why are you pretending to be stupid? Give me money!" Lin Qingping glared at him.
He thought for a moment and asked, "Do you really want money?"
"Um!"
"Okay." He stood up, took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a large stack of ten-yuan cash, put it on the table next to her, and then put down a passbook.
Lin Qingping took a look and asked, "What do you mean?"
"All for you," he said.
"Don't!" Lin Qingping sneered, "Don't try that on me! Take it back!"
Gu Juncheng didn't take it. He just stared at the ball of yarn that was gradually getting bigger and bigger. "Is the color of your yarn the same as the one you gave me?"
nonsense!
Lin Qingping was too lazy to pay attention to him. Is he just trying to make small talk?
"Knitted for a man?" Gu Juncheng looked at her.
I was mainly asking this...
It's a big detour.
"What do you think?" Lin Qingping asked back, and snorted coldly after asking, "You don't like this color, but there are people who like it anyway."
"Who said I don't like it?"
"Don't you like black?" Lin Qingping said in a long voice, "You wear that black one every day, like you treasure it like a treasure."
In fact, since coming to the capital, I haven't seen him put on the black one again.
"Black?" He thought for a moment.
"Isn't it? They can't bear to throw away clothes even when they are old and keep them to wear." Lin Qingping has made it clear enough!
"It's old, but it's still wearable." He knew which black sweater she was talking about.
Lin Qingping nodded, "That makes sense."
Don't worry about this issue anymore.
They're divorced anyway!
In the afternoon, Lin Qingping sorted out two large bundles of wool, one gray and the other dark blue, both colors suitable for men.
"You want to knit two pieces?" Gu Juncheng asked, staring at the balls of wool.
"Um."
"To the same person?" Gu Juncheng's voice became louder.
"Yeah." Lin Qingping put away the wool balls and prepared to go to the store. She called Zhiyuan, "Zhiyuan, Zhiyuan, let's go out for dinner tonight. Let's go meet some uncles first."
"Okay!" Zhiyuan changed his clothes and came out, and saw his Uncle Gu sitting there, looking a little angry.
"You... are arguing again?" Zhiyuan asked in a low voice.
Gu Juncheng looked at him, "Do you know who your mother knits sweaters for?"
"How should I know? I haven't been home for a month!" Zhiyuan asked in surprise, "My mother has knitted sweaters for others?"
Gu Juncheng's expression suddenly became even uglier.
Lin Qingping packed up her things, changed her clothes and came down, calling Zhiyuan, "Let's go, Zhiyuan."
Lin Qingping took him to the store and met He Qiancheng and a few others.
He Qiancheng knew Zhiyuan. When they were in the army, Zhiyuan had ridden on his neck. He was very excited to see that the little kid had grown up and looked so good. There was even more gratitude in his eyes when he looked at Lin Qingping.
They went to a restaurant for dinner in the evening. Zhong Xiaoxiao's daughter had been in the capital for so long and finally had someone who could be considered her peer. She kept chasing Zhiyuan and calling him "Brother, brother".
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