Chapter 508 Donations, Cultural Performances

“Can we donate to them?”

"Wife, what do you want?"

"Um."

"I can't help with other things, but I can help with money."

The higher-ups will take care of disasters caused by natural disasters like this, but it is unknown when they will do so.

It's New Year's Day and the weather is so cold, but the team leader's family is already in such a difficult situation, let alone the situation of other families, which will be even worse.

Although there was a lot of food in her space, she couldn't take it out.

Song Fuyu went back to the room, took out two thousand yuan and handed it to Yan Ziyuan.

"This is a small token of our appreciation to our extraordinary garment factory. Although the money is not much, it can only alleviate the despair they are facing to a certain extent at this time."

"Wife, I thank you on behalf of everyone in that brigade."

Yan Ziyuan saluted Song Fuyu solemnly, took the money, and without even changing his wet clothes, turned around, opened the door, and ran out.

He went to Li's house first. The door was closed. He thought they went to the canteen to make dumplings, so he quickly ran towards the canteen.

"Yantuan, what are you doing? Come and make dumplings."

"Where's Master Li?"

"Just went to the office."

He ran to the office again, where Zhao Ju was reporting the situation.

"Ziyuan, why are you here?"

"Didn't you say you were in a hurry to go home and asked me to report?"

"I'm here for something else."

He took the money his wife gave him from his pocket and put it on the table.

"What do you mean?"

"My wife donated 2,000 yuan to the disaster-stricken team on behalf of her clothing factory."

"this..."

Li Yunhua choked up a little, and all his words finally turned into two words: "Thank you".

"Zhao Ju, arrange for someone to deliver the money to their brigade immediately."

"yes!"

"Uncle Li, I'll go back after I finish my work. My wife is waiting for me to help her cook."

"Go quickly and thank Xiaoyu for me."

"Okay, I'll pass it on for you."

When Yan Ziyuan returned home, Song Fuyu had already filled the bathtub in the bathroom with water for him.

"Hurry up and take a shower. You won't be afraid of freezing if you keep your clothes wet."

"The clothes are all in the bathroom, go quickly!"

"Yes, sir!"

He went to take a shower, and Song Fuyu started preparing the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen.

Dad had no idea what ingredients were available at home. He couldn't cook and would only cause trouble. Song Fuyu forbad her to help in the kitchen. This made it easier for her to do what she wanted. She could just get fresh ingredients from the space to make whatever she wanted.

She planned to make a chopped pepper fish head, spicy fried shrimp, braised pork, glutinous rice, bamboo shoots and bacon, cold cucumber and shredded chicken, and a hibiscus vegetable soup.

The staple food is rice, plus a sweet soup after the meal.

She had so many more dishes she wanted to order, but there were only three of them to eat.

"Wife, is there anything I can help you with?"

"No need, I have already prepared the side dishes, all we need to do is fry them in the pan, you can go outside and talk to dad."

The evening performance starts at 7:30, and it is already 5:40, so I immediately speeded up the cooking.

"Ziyuan, come in and serve the dishes."

"Hey, here I come."

"It's getting better so soon?"

"Both the big stove and the small stove are on, working on both fronts."

"My wife is still amazing."

"Stop praising me and bring it out now."

"Xiao Yu, you made too much. The three of us can't finish it."

Chen Guoxing looked at the five dishes and one soup on the table, which even included dessert.

"This is the result of my restraint. I wanted to do more."

"It doesn't matter if you can't finish it, there will be surplus every year."

"Time flies by so fast. I can still remember your wedding last year as if it was just yesterday. I never thought it has already been a year."

"Yes, next year during the Chinese New Year, there will be one more person in the family."

"Yes, I am happy when I think of this."

"You two are still young, have more children."

"Dad, how can you be like this? You never urged me before, and now you want me to have more children before my first one is even born."

"I thought you didn't like children and didn't want to have one, so I never urged you."

"I don't care if it's a boy or a girl. I'll have two children at most."

"Two babies are also good, preferably one boy and one girl, to make a perfect couple."

"I hope so."

Song Fuyu felt extremely happy when she thought that next year's New Year would also be spent with them by her and Ziyuan's baby.

The things that were not accomplished in her previous life seemed to be realized one by one after she traveled through time, and she was content.

It was already seven o'clock when we finished the New Year's Eve dinner.

Yan Ziyuan went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and Song Fuyu returned to the room to get out her thermal gear.

"Wife, bring two hot water bottles."

"No need, didn't you say it was in the auditorium?"

"The door won't close, and the windows aren't sealed properly, so there's draft."

By the time they left the house, there were only fifteen minutes left before the show began.

Chen Guoxing walked beside her with a flashlight in her hand, and Yan Ziyuan supported her carefully, fearing that she would fall.

"Wife, how about I carry you on my back?"

"There are so many people here today. It would be so embarrassing to be seen by others."

She didn't want to be carried on his back in public.

In less than half an hour, the whole family compound would spread the news that Song Fuyu was extremely delicate and could not walk on her own even when it snowed and had to be carried by others.

When the three arrived at the auditorium, there were only three minutes left before the performance was to begin.

The fourth child of Wu Danniu's family was waiting at the door, extremely anxious.

"Aunt Yan, you are finally here. It's about to start."

"I'm sorry I'm late."

"Wife, you and dad follow him in. I can't sit with you."

"Just go ahead and don't worry about us."

"When we're done, wait for me at your seat and I'll take you home."

"Okay, you should go too."

The auditorium was very large, with the soldiers sitting in the middle and at the back on both sides, and their families sitting in the front on both sides.

Many people saw Song Fuyu coming and greeted her enthusiastically.

"Aunt Yan, we are on the left. My brother and the others have reserved a seat in the first row for you."

"Thank you."

She took out a handful of candy from her pocket and stuffed it into Siwa's pocket.

"Share it with your brothers."

"Thank you, Aunt Yan."

"You are welcome."

I sat down at my seat, it was exactly half past seven.

Uncle Li, as the leader of the troops, came on stage and gave a brief speech, wishing everyone a happy new year, and then announced the official start of the performance.

This was not her first performance during her one year with the army. She had performed several times, big and small, throughout the year, but this was her first time to see it.

She doesn't like to join in crowds, unless it's required for work. Otherwise, she prefers to stay at home rather than go to crowded places.

This time it was entirely because my father came over and I wanted to show him life in the army.

The performance was somewhat similar to a movie she had seen before, with military dances, military songs, and everything related to the word "military".

They danced and sang sincerely, without any adulteration, and all the actors in the art troupe worked very hard.

She also took the time to ask Sister Big Girl who was the mainstay of the art troupe.

Sister Big Girl didn't seem to know that the other party had confessed her love to Ziyuan, and she pointed at the other party and introduced her to her enthusiastically.