An Hua's watery eyes trembled slightly. It was the first time she discovered that a sweaty man did not emit a stinky smell, but the smell of hormones.
How about letting Dongdong sleep alone next night?
"Dad, I want to drink too. Leave some for me!" Dongdong pursed his dry lips and looked at his father anxiously.
An Hua laughed, "Don't rush to grab it, I'll pour it for you in the living room after you finish drinking it."
After both father and son had drunk their fill, they worked even harder to weed.
Xiao Zheng, in particular, worked like an old ox with a spring on its head, working non-stop and turning over the front and back yards in just one afternoon.
After Xiao Zheng went to work, An Hua remembered that he had not yet introduced her to the neighbors.
But it’s not a big deal. An Hua thought about it for a while and came up with a plan.
She bought a pound and a half of glutinous rice cakes from the waiter, divided them into three portions, and found a box of beautifully packaged biscuits that she brought from the provincial capital.
She only visited the homes of the division commander, the political commissar, the chief of staff, and the deputy political commissar, all of whom lived around her.
The first place I went to was the teacher's house, bringing biscuits.
An Huan knocked on the door, and after a while, a clear and faint voice came from inside.
The door opened, and a woman in her thirties appeared in front of her eyes. She was beautiful and well-maintained. She was wearing a pea green cheongsam that outlined her graceful figure, and a silk shawl was casually draped over her shoulders.
An Huan's pupils shrank immediately. Why was she wearing a cheongsam?
The original body also had many beautiful cheongsams, all of which were stored in An Hua's space. She hoped to have the opportunity to wear them in the future, but she would definitely not wear them now. Although the so-called movement did not officially begin until two years later, if you are in the midst of history, you will find that the development of history does not have such clear boundaries. The wind moves the leaves before they are blown away.
Take clothing for example. Now you won’t see anyone wearing cheongsam on the streets of the provincial capital. Most of them are wearing work clothes, and young women mostly wear braids.
I don't know whether Wen Xueman is politically insensitive or just bold, but An Hua will not go against the overall environment for the sake of temporary beauty.
"You are Teacher Chen's wife, right? Hello, my name is An Hua, I'm Xiao Zheng's relative, and this is my son Dong Dong." An Hua smiled.
Dongdong politely called out, "Hello, Auntie."
The woman raised her lips slightly and nodded dignifiedly, "My name is Wen Xueman, come in."
An Hua was planning to say hello and leave, but she didn't expect Wen Xueman to invite her in.
She hesitated for a moment before walking into the room, because she also wanted to see what her teacher's home was like so that she could have a standard that could not be exceeded when she renovated her home in the future.
The front yard of the commander's house was paved with stone slabs and was swept clean, without any weeds or dust. A pavilion was built in the corner, equipped with a stone table and stone benches, with bamboo curtains hanging on three sides for sunshade, and several potted plants placed beside the pavilion. There are also two rows of flower pots at the foot of the wall on the other side, with colorful flowers blooming. Simple but quite romantic.
Most of the furniture in the house was also distributed by the organization, but the sofa with springs was obviously bought by himself. He also added a set of mahogany cabinets, an exquisite wall clock hung on the wall, and antique vases and other decorations on the table... In short, there were many exquisite details.
"Xiao Qiao, serve the guests coffee."
A girl in her twenties came out and responded quickly after hearing Wen Xueman's instructions.
An Hua asked hesitantly: "Xiao Qiao is..."
Wen Xueman said lightly: "She is my family's nanny."
Many cadres’ families would ask relatives from the countryside to help with housework and take care of children. They do the work of nannies, but no one would mention the word “nanny” often.
Moreover, Xiao Qiao was very respectful to Wen Xueman and they didn't look like a relative, so it must be an employment relationship.
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