"Let's not talk about this. They are all my precious great-grandchildren. I should love them." How can I not love my great-grandchildren when they finally come?
Yan Rushan chuckled. Why was it that when he and Xiaohai were kids, they'd just get beaten up for making too much noise? Aren't they just relatives from the next generation? Now they're two generations apart.
Zhong Yuxiu smiled, turned her head to look at the three good kids eating in the hall, and her heart felt soft.
Yan Guofeng also looked over and saw three little guys lying on the table, holding small spoons in their hands and putting food into their mouths one spoonful at a time; although he couldn't see their expressions, his sturdy backs... made him feel relieved.
"Our grandson is well-raised and has a strong body." Only when he is in good health can he have hope of joining the army.
Zhong Yuxiu nodded, agreeing with this; last time, the children had caught the flu, and although they had recovered, she didn't want them to get sick again. She was confident she could cure it, but the children were still young after all.
"Is it time for them to get vaccinated at this age?" This question suddenly occurred to me. I remember that in later generations, children still needed to get various vaccines until they were ten years old; the vaccines injected at each age were different.
Yan Guofeng nodded, "No?"
Under the gaze of Zhong Yuxiu and Yan Rushan, Yan Guofeng continued, "I really don't know. Xiaohai and his brother didn't get any vaccinations before."
There was no such thing at that time!
"Then ask." Zhong Yuxiu smiled helplessly, "I'll ask the master later."
"Okay, ask your master what vaccines children need to get." Yuxiu's master works in a hospital and is a big name in the medical field, so he should know something about it, right?
After Wang Daya made sure the children were well fed and well drunk and let them play by themselves, she went to the restaurant to have dinner with everyone.
Dinner was a hearty affair, and Zhong Yuxiu ate a bit too much. The afternoon fight had drained her mental and physical strength, and she'd been back to the lab since returning, unable to rest. Now, her appetite had worked up. She devoured three large bowls of rice, a bowl of cold noodles, and a good portion of meat and vegetables.
Yan Rushan helped her pick up a lot of meat and vegetables one after another. Seeing how happy she was, he also ate an extra bowl of noodles.
After dinner, Gu Lingguo and others cleared the table, and Wang Daya squeezed some juice and brought it over.
"Mr. Yan, Comrade Zhong, Comrade Yan, have a glass of juice to cool down."
"Okay." Yan Guofeng was feeling thirsty. The food was delicious, but if it wasn't well-seasoned, how could it be so delicious? Therefore, it still had to be well-seasoned. The consequence of having enough food was that you would easily feel thirsty after eating.
Yan Rushan stood up, took the tray from Wang Daya's hand and put it on the coffee table; the tray contained a pot of juice and three teacups.
"I'll do it, you go do your thing. Oh, and bring some snacks and pastries."
"Okay, I'll go right away." With her hands free, Wang Daya responded and turned back to the kitchen.
Yan Rushan first poured two glasses of juice, one for the old man and one for his wife; he poured his last, and after three glasses of juice, the pot was empty.
Yan Guofeng took a sip of juice and sighed comfortably, "This is how people live. In the past! During the Long March, we ate whatever we could find along the way. If we had nothing to eat, we could just grab a handful of snow to fill our stomachs. Life was really difficult back then, and many people starved to death. To survive, we would even chew and eat living things."
Those who make it through are lucky, and those who can’t will stay there forever.
"Grandpa, life is better now. The efforts of you and your ancestors have not been in vain." In the past few years, the country has begun to take off. As long as we persist for another ten or twenty years, we will definitely be on par with M.
This time, they won't take the same detour for decades.
Yan Rushan nodded in agreement. "Yes, your granddaughter-in-law is so capable! She can drive the entire economy by herself. Don't worry; it will only become more prosperous in the future."
"Of course my grandson's wife is good and very capable." Yan Guofeng chuckled. His eldest grandson was really getting shameless. He praised his wife and even dragged him into the praise. "My grandson's wife is amazing, so my eldest grandson can't fall too far behind. Otherwise, people will say, 'Look, look, that's the first grandson in the Yan family who lives off her.'"
The old man was rarely humorous. Yan Rushan was drinking juice and almost spurted it out.
Zhong Yuxiu couldn't help laughing. She looked at Yan Rushan's not-so-fair face and said, "Only pretty boys eat for free. Rushan is not even at the level of a pretty boy."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Yan Guofeng held a cup of juice in his hand, and his hands were shaking with laughter.
Yan Rushan turned his head and glanced at his wife, as if to say, don’t you know whether I am a gigolo or not?
Zhong Yuxiu turned her head away and didn't look at him.
"Those who eat free rice are not necessarily gigolos." After Yan Guofeng laughed, he adjusted his breathing, calmed his breath, and said slowly: "I have seen quite a few people over the years."
This...she knew, but it was hard to say.
Many divorces occurred during those years, and some women even tore up families under the pretext of freedom of love. What was their purpose? To take advantage of the fruits of years of hard work. In hard times, the men shared the hardships with their wives, and in good times, when they got promoted, became wealthy, and their wives died.
Although some did not reach that stage, it was almost there; under the social situation at that time, many women committed suicide because they could not bear the outside world's gossip after divorce.
In order to climb the ladder more smoothly, some people even marry women who are related to their boss after divorce.
Although these are not taboo topics nowadays, they were taboo seven or eight years ago. Some people are so guilty that they would feel guilty for a long time if someone mentioned something about them, and some people might even be blamed for it and bring disaster upon themselves.
"Grandpa, why are you talking about this suddenly?"
Yan Guofeng shook his head and sighed, "It's just a momentary emotion. Fortunately, things will get better in the future."
Zhong Yuxiu nodded. Yan Rushan held his wife's hand. He heard footsteps and turned his head to look. It was Wang Daya who came out again with a tray. He let go of his wife's hand, stood up and put the empty teapot on the tray.
After Wang Daya approached, she placed the tray on the edge of the coffee table and took away the tray that had been brought earlier.
"Comrade Yan, cakes and snacks."
Yan Rushan reached out to take the tray of pastries, and then placed it in front of his wife; seeing this, the smile on Yan Guofeng's old face deepened a lot. The only thing he was looking forward to now was Xiaohai getting married and having children.
The eldest grandson and his wife have a close relationship; they've never had a quarrel since their marriage. Everything is discussed and agreed upon. He personally raised his grandson, and he's not the type to be stubborn and self-willed; he listens to and accepts suggestions. His wife is open-minded and generous, and while she's impatient with social interactions and hassles, she's not afraid of them either. The two complement each other and achieve each other's success.
Yan Guofeng's mood grew brighter as he thought about it. He just had to wait for Yan Ruhai to get married. If Yan Ruhai's wife wasn't a good one and didn't get along with his sister-in-law, then they could just cut back on their interactions. After all, the real heads of the household were Yan Rushan and Zhong Yuxiu, so the couple could live the life they wanted.
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