He Xiuyun scooped a spoonful of batter with a large spoon, poured it into the pan, and turned it around with a spatula, and a pancake was formed.
She turned her head to look at Shen Qinghe and said with a smile, "It's not a trouble at all. Mom will make breakfast for you every morning from now on."
Shen Qinghe held He Xiuyun's hand and said, "Mom, let's not make it anymore. Just make this last one and save the rest of the dough for when you come back at noon.
Working every day is tiring enough. You don’t have to make breakfast for me every morning. I can just eat at the state-owned restaurant. ”
After a long time, if He Xiuyun had to get up early every day to make breakfast for her, it would be too tiring.
Women in this era not only have to go to work, but also have to cook and wash clothes when they come home. Men only need to go to work, and when they come home they have to wait to be served like masters.
Jiang Jianguo was considered good as he knew to help He Xiuyun when cooking.
But men with this awareness are relatively rare in this era.
He Xiuyun hesitated, she was really tired.
If I sleep half an hour less, I will feel a little tired.
"Mom, I'm not being polite. The breakfasts in the state-owned restaurants are varied and I can eat different ones. Even if you make pancakes for me every day, I'll get tired of it after a few times."
Fearing that He Xiuyun would feel burdened, Shen Qinghe glanced outside the door, and seeing that no one was there, she whispered to He Xiuyun, "Mom, the clothes I make are very popular, and I have money."
He Xiuyun burst out laughing!
"Okay, I won't be polite with you. You can eat at the state-owned restaurant in the morning."
"Okay!" Shen Qinghe smiled with her eyes curved.
It feels like being spoiled by a grandfather in the real world.
My eyes suddenly turned red.
"What's wrong? What's going on?" He Xiuyun saw that Shen Qinghe's eyes were red, so she quickly took her hand and sat her down, looking at her with concern.
Shen Qinghe's tears fell. This was the first time she missed her grandfather and couldn't hold back her emotions.
With a smile on her face, she said to He Xiuyun, “Mom, you treat me better than my own mother.”
He Xiuyun was stunned, and thought of Yu Jinchan, and sighed inwardly.
Holding Shen Qinghe's hand, he comforted her, "I will be your real mother from now on. If you have any grievances, just tell me."
Shen Qinghe smiled and nodded.
Seeing Shen Qinghe crying and laughing, He Xiuyun felt heartbroken and reached out to wipe her tears.
"My biggest regret in this life is that I don't have a daughter. What I said just now was not to make you happy. I meant it from the bottom of my heart. From now on, you will be my real daughter."
"Then what am I?" Jiang Chunlin, who had just walked into the kitchen, raised his eyebrows and asked when he heard his mother's words.
He Xiuyun said unceremoniously, "You are the son-in-law!"
The corner of Jiang Chunlin's mouth twitched.
Shen Qinghe was amused, and He Xiuyun also laughed.
Seeing the wrinkles on He Xiuyun's face stretched out by her smile, she couldn't help but think of her grandfather again. She wondered what he would do after he knew she died. He must be very sad.
Jiang Chunlin rode his bicycle with Shen Qinghe towards the county. He talked to her in a disjointed manner and sometimes did not respond at all.
He frowned. He was fine just now, but now he looks like he is in a bad mood.
"Brother, what should we do if there is a man following that woman?"
Two men walked out of the woods nearby, and one of them spoke to the other man with a scar on his face.
The scarred man spat on the ground and stared at Shen Qinghe's back, "Don't worry, there will always be a time when you are alone."
The male follower said yes, and followed his eldest brother's gaze, looking at Shen Qinghe's slender back with lust in his eyes.
After arriving at the county town, Jiang Chunlin said to Shen Qinghe, "If you are tired, go home and rest early. Our family does not need the money you earn, and I will be able to support my wife!"
Shen Qinghe was in a low mood and kept thinking about her grandfather. She nodded randomly and pushed her bicycle towards the county hospital.
Every time before going to the black market, she would put her bicycle in the shed of the county hospital.
When she reached the entrance of the black market, Shen Qinghe suddenly remembered that she had not changed her clothes yet, and she broke out in a cold sweat.
Turned and walked towards the secluded alley.
As soon as I came out, I saw Kang Hao.
They looked at each other, but no one spoke.
Shen Qinghe thought to herself, "I must never make a mistake like today again. I almost got exposed."
"Ugly guy, why didn't you come yesterday?" Tang Hao said with a raised eyebrow.
He went to the black market to look for Shen Xiaohua yesterday but didn’t see anyone. He came early this morning but still didn’t see anyone.
I was getting ready to leave when I saw her and looked towards the alley behind her. Did she live in there?
"It's none of your business!" As soon as Shen Qinghe heard Tang Hao's tone, she knew that he was the one who often went to the black market. She almost thought he was the one she met on the street before.
After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Are you twins?"
"No." Tang Hao looked at Shen Qinghe in confusion, then smiled playfully, "Do you know someone who looks like me?"
Shen Qinghe...
"Then you have split personality disorder!"
Tang Hao reached out and scratched his head in confusion.
When he went to the black market, he pretended to be a gangster so that he could better blend in with the vendors.
He is usually a serious person.
This ugly guy has never seen what he is like in normal times, so why does he say that about him?
In his opinion, she was the one with split personality disorder.
Seeing Shen Qinghe walking away, Tang Hao hurriedly followed.
Shen Qinghe ignored the tail behind her and came to the place where she usually set up her stall. She spread a clean bed sheet on the ground and placed all the finished clothes and crocheted knickknacks on it.
Then take out the wool and start crocheting.
Tang Hao squatted in front of the stall and carefully looked at the clothes made by Shen Qinghe. He had to say that her craftsmanship was really good.
I didn't expect that such an ugly person could be so clever and skillful.
God is indeed fair.
"You can only look, not touch." Shen Qinghe said unhappily when she saw Tang Hao's hand reaching for his clothes.
Tang Hao chuckled, "Ugly freak, how about we make a deal?"
Shen Qinghe knew that Tang Hao worked at Guanghua Garment Factory. Anyone who could come out for a walk during working hours must be someone who worked in an office and didn't need to punch in.
Either sales or leadership.
Shen Qinghe thought for a moment and asked calmly, "What deal?"
"Sell your design to me. Ten yuan per drawing. How about it? This price is fair, right?" Tang Hao said guiltily.
Recently in the family compound, when asked, everyone who wears nice clothes says that they were introduced by Wang Guimei. He knows that Wang Guimei made the clothes for Shen Xiaohua.
He has recently hit a bottleneck in his inspiration and is not satisfied with the clothes he designs.
This is also the reason why he often comes to the black market recently, looking for inspiration, and he really found it.
"What do you do?" Shen Qinghe asked, suppressing her anger.
"You don't have to worry about this. Do you have the design drawings? If you do, let me see them and I'll pick them." Tang Hao unilaterally decided that the transaction was successful and reached out to Shen Qinghe.
In his opinion, if Shen Xiaohua had inspiration, it would be easy to draw a picture, and ten yuan for a picture... not expensive.
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