Night school
Despite her bright red earlobes and neck, Meng Songying managed to maintain a calm and composed demeanor.
He just wanted to touch Taozi's toes to remind her that there was still a piece of sweet and sour pork here.
That's all.
This was his first time, and who knew such a big accident would happen.
Will Peach misunderstand that he's being a pervert?
Meng Songying secretly peeked and, finding that Taozi didn't seem angry, slowly pushed the bowl towards her.
Wang Shuitao quickly glanced around at the people around her, wrinkled her nose, and ignored Meng Songying's astonished wide eyes.
They quickly switched their bowls and then focused on eating.
The only part of her face that was visible turned redder and redder as she chewed.
She scratched the side of her thigh that had just been touched; the heat seemed contagious, and that spot had become burning hot as well.
Is it possible that a man's body temperature is so much higher than a woman's?
Lost in thought, Wang Shuitao heard someone calling her—it was Li Yuanhong.
The dishes on the table were all gone, and everyone else stood up to leave.
"Peach, Peach, how's your meal? Wow! Why is your face so red?"
"Sister Manyun's cooking is amazing! I was so engrossed in eating that I forgot to breathe, and my face turned red."
Wang Shuitao imitated Meng Songying, speaking casually with a calm expression.
This made Li Yuanhong and Jiang Manyun burst into laughter.
Li Yuanhong wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes: "Our Taozi has the sweetest mouth, just as sweet as a peach."
Jiang Manyun also looked surprised: "That's incredible, it's so sweet it made my teeth ache."
Wang Shuitao took the opportunity to escape the heat source and ran to her two older sisters to act cute.
He also commented, "When the drivers arrive, serve some big steamed buns. I think it's a shame that this egg sauce doesn't go well with steamed buns."
Jiang Manyun nodded in agreement: "I can make steamed buns too, they're soft and chewy."
Meng Songying stared at Taozi, her gaze following her like a homing missile, while she held the switched bowl in her hands.
It was like holding some kind of treasure; I almost took it home with me.
After Jiang Manyun was chosen, all that was left was to wait for the people from Heilongjiang Province to send over the sugar beets.
With 100,000 candy gift boxes in hand, Meng Songying is also thinking about how to increase production speed.
After all, this is an extra task. The brewing and papermaking that have been going on all year round cannot be stopped or delayed.
The quotas for the wine and paper were set long ago, even before the gift boxes appeared and before the peaches entered the factory, and they will not be changed.
Therefore, the sugar factory had to find a solution on its own, and in the end, the responsibility fell on Meng Songying's shoulders.
Even though he spent all his time in the workshop, he insisted on wearing a shirt.
Every time Wang Shuitao passed by, she couldn't help but glance at his taut chest and upper arms, as well as his unusually loose waist.
Meng Songying quietly adjusted her outfit.
The sleeves were rolled up, and the belt was fastened very tightly.
He maintained that pose until Peach's gaze shifted from admiration to shyness and then to excitement.
Before the beets from Heilongjiang Province arrived, Wang Shuitao's night school life began.
Wang Shuitao has a junior high school education, so she can skip the basic class and go directly to the advanced class.
It includes academic subjects, mathematics, and political science.
The most important part here is the political education class, which was repeatedly emphasized by Meng Songying, Li Yuanhong, and Director Sun.
You must be fully engaged when attending political classes.
Wang Shuitao nodded seriously, assuring everyone that she would not make a mistake.
In addition to the courses that every worker had to learn, Li Yuanhong also explained that the special course for sugar factory workers was sugarcane sugar refining technology.
You will learn the entire production process, the operation and maintenance of various sugar-making equipment, sugar quality testing and control, and sugar production safety and management.
Wang Shuitao listened and counted on her fingers. After listening, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. Engineer Meng taught me the production process, but not the equipment operation and maintenance."
Meng Songying: "Come to the workshop more often."
Director Sun and Li Yuanhong, who were standing to the side, both showed mocking expressions.
Upon seeing this, Meng Songying could only add, "Come and learn."
Then I was secretly glared at.
After the other two left, Wang Shuitao didn't even have time to tell them to go far away before scolding him in a low voice, "Learn to shut up, will you?"
Adding the second half of the sentence would only make it seem like an attempt to cover up the truth. The best approach when faced with well-intentioned teasing is to remain silent; arguing back would only make them happier.
Wang Shuitao felt this deeply, saying that there were the most people like this during junior and senior high school.
Meng Songying's gaze fell on Taozi's tiptoeing, probably because she was afraid he wouldn't hear her if she spoke too softly—an unconscious action.
He couldn't help but chuckle, but quickly composed himself and assured them, "Okay."
The county town places great importance on education, requiring students to attend night school three times a week: Wednesday and Friday evenings from 7 to 10 pm, and Saturday mornings from 8 to 11 am.
It's already September. Although it's still getting light at seven o'clock, it's completely dark by ten o'clock.
Five men and three women went to the sugar factory, and each was assigned a flashlight.
Wang Shuitao was the most famous in the factory. She was always seen walking side by side with two other girls on each side of her.
The journey was filled with laughter and chatter, with endless things to talk about.
Five men followed behind, flashlights in hand, chatting idly.
Perhaps because there were many people, the two-kilometer stretch of road was very peaceful, with no one causing trouble.
Before entering the classroom, Wang Shuitao glanced back as if by some strange impulse.
It was pitch black there, and only a tall, imposing figure could be vaguely seen.
The first period was a cultural class, where the teacher stood on the podium and read the textbook without any emotion.
The students were all doing their own thing. Wang Shuitao originally wanted to focus on the lesson, but feeling the atmosphere around her, she decided to join in.
But a lingering sense of guilt always lingers in my heart.
He was dejected when he got back to the dormitory.
In the dim night, the high-hanging moon was the only source of light.
September is still within the period of late summer heat, and the weather is quite muggy, but the windows are always closed at night to let mosquitoes in.
The mosquitoes are very venomous at this time of year; if you get bitten, a small pink bump will appear on your skin.
If you want it to fade faster, you have to make a cross on it with your fingernail.
If you want to reduce the itching, you have to apply some saliva.
Wang Shuitao neither wanted to pinch herself nor smear herself with saliva; she simply looked out the window at the distant moon palace.
In later generations, everyone can comment on the lunar soil, saying it's unsuitable for planting and not a good piece of land.
But that's fifty years from now.
Wang Shuitao was still unable to recover her energy the next day, blinking her eyes and looking very sleepy.
"What's wrong?"
Meng Songying stopped teaching, placed one hand on the centrifuge, and asked in a softer tone.
It turns out he wasn't mistaken last night; the peach looked wilted.
A muffled voice rang out: "I didn't study hard."
Silence spread between the two of them. Perhaps after a long time, Meng Songying patted Taozi's shoulder with a little force.
"Then start learning seriously now."
Wang Shuitao gazed into those sincere eyes for a long time, then gave a small smile.
"good!"
She blinked, taking away the moisture from her eyes, which condensed on her eyelashes, becoming a tiny dewdrop.
It floated lightly in the wind and landed in Meng Songying's palm.
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