"It's hard to say. The earliest it will be is the end of next month." Song Zhi thought about the time. The end of January in the Gregorian calendar is exactly the end of December in the lunar calendar.
"Why are you so late?" Mother Song felt extremely distressed when she heard this. She suppressed her longing for her daughter and did not let her daughter notice her abnormality. This was the first time her daughter had been away from her for such a long time.
"This is Gu Huaijin's first year here, and I don't know if he can get a rest! If not, you can come over, Mom!" Song Zhi thought about it, his eyes lit up, and suggested.
"That won't do. If you can come back for the New Year, you still have to come back to see your mother-in-law. How can you say you won't come back during the holidays? Besides, I'm working now."
Song Zhi heard the pride in his mother's tone and asked with great insight, "Work? Did you find a job?"
These two consecutive questions showed Song Zhi's curiosity. When Song's mother heard her daughter ask this, she couldn't stop smiling: "I started working a few days ago. I'm also a sous chef now, but I'm doing an internship. Let's see if this month is suitable for me."
"Wow, that's amazing!" Song Zhi praised naturally.
"We're just getting started. I won't talk to you anymore. Remember to tell Xiao Gu about that. I have to go to work."
"Okay, okay, go to work quickly!" Song Zhi didn't notice the smile on his face while he was talking.
After returning, Song Zhi continued to struggle with the curtain, but her thread became more and more crooked. It was obviously a very simple method when she watched the video, and she didn't feel there would be any problems. But why did it become more and more crooked when she did it herself? She could draw but she couldn't sew. It was really terrible.
Finally, there was really no other way. If she continued to torment her, she could just throw the cloth into the trash can, so she ran next door.
"Aunt, is Xiaoxue here?" Song Zhi asked with a smile when he saw Zhao Yun busy at the door.
"She's inside the house. Go find her! I can't take you there now since I'm busy, but you know where she is." Zhao Yun indicated that his hands were covered in mud and it was not convenient for him to do so, and said it very readily.
"You're welcome. Auntie, you're busy. I have something to talk to Qin Xue about." After greeting Zhao Yun, Song Zhi went straight to the room where Qin Xue lived.
"Sew a curtain?"
"Yes, it's the same sewing method as curtains. I want to sew a curtain on the shoe rack so that it looks beautiful." Song Zhi explained why he wanted to do this.
After listening to her idea, Qin Xue smiled and agreed: "I understand what it is like. It's quick to do this." Then she started to operate it.
Song Yun stared at her smooth movements, blinking her eyes. This is what skillful hands should be like. Qin Xue's sewing was exactly the effect she wanted. The more she thought about it, the more satisfied she became.
Another idea came to her mind. She must buy some more cloth and ask Qin Xue to install curtains on the two glass windows in her house. Old newspapers would easily weather and would not last as long as curtains.
"Sister-in-law, take it back and try it on. If there's anything inappropriate, I'll make some changes." After Qin Xue finished sewing it, she checked it and said to Song Zhi.
"Okay, I'll take it back and try. If it doesn't work, I'll try again. I'm really sorry to bother you again." Song Zhi didn't feel embarrassed at all, and said the apology without thinking.
"Why are you being so polite, sister-in-law? It's as if you haven't helped me in any way on weekdays."
"Let's put it this way, I'll go back and try first."
Song Zhi couldn't wait to go back and try it out, but when she got back she faced another problem: how to press it?
Usually, curtains purchased online come with direct installation tutorials and tools, but she has nothing now, so how can she do it with her bare hands?
Obviously it wouldn't work, so she decided not to embarrass herself anymore and wait for Gu Huaijin to come back.
The weather is a little better today, and the sun is showing its smiling face. The sun shines through the clouds and shines into the yard.
Song Zhi couldn't wait to boil a pot of hot water and prepare to wash his hair first. Although it was indeed a bit troublesome to take a shower and wash his hair in the winter, it was uncomfortable not to wash it. He didn't know what had happened to his hair. It was so greasy that it could be used to cook a whole pot of food. Forget it, it was a bit not nice to say that.
Song Zhi stood in the yard, placed the basin on a wooden chair, and picked up the almost-used shampoo. She wanted to wait until the weather improved; she still had to go to the county town to buy some daily necessities.
She thought of the modern facilities she had in modern times, such as water heaters, showers, heaters, and air conditioners. Compared with this, her current living conditions were simply unacceptable to her. However, she still comforted herself in her heart that she had to learn to accept every kind of life. The air is now cleaner and the food is healthier.
People should think positively so that their lives can get better and better.
After washing her hair, Song Zhi sat quietly on a wooden chair, feeling the warmth of the sun. She turned her back to the sun, closed her eyes, and showed an expression of enjoyment on her face.
Time passed quietly in the sunshine. Song Zhi was immersed in the warm sunshine. Not long after, his long black hair became half dry.
When Gu Huaijin came back, Song Zhifan had already prepared the meal.
"Why are you back so late today?"
"I went to the market and bought a fish."
"Are you going to cook fish? But the rice is already ready." Song Zhi didn't understand and felt that he was looking for trouble.
"It's a live fish. Put it in the tank and eat it tomorrow." Gu Huaijin coughed to cover it up and continued, "I saw this fish was quite fresh when I got off work, so I thought of buying one. Why not make the pickled fish we made last time?"
Song Zhi seemed to understand. This guy was actually a hidden foodie. It was so late, and he was already rushing to the market to buy fish. He must have asked someone to save some for him that morning. He clearly wanted to eat pickled fish! Instead of just saying it directly, why not just make the pickled fish we made last time? He sounded like he was really suggesting something.
Song Zhi smiled and asked, "Are you going to kill the fish? I don't want to bother with these things anymore."
"I can clean it up, but you have to be responsible for it." Gu Huaijin said quickly.
"Okay, tomorrow I'll go to Aunt Zhao's house to borrow some sauerkraut and make you sauerkraut fish." Song Zhi joked.
Gu Huaijin wanted to retort, asking what it meant to make pickled fish for you, but he quickly swallowed the words.
He thought about his own secret thoughts, so as to avoid embarrassment when they were exposed, but he didn't know that Song Zhi had already seen through it and was silently laughing at him in his heart.
"I'll go heat up the food first, how about you do it?" Song Zhi paused on his way to heat up the food, and suddenly realized why he had to go to heat up the food. It was not enough to cook for him, he also had to heat up the food for him.
"good."
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