The female educated youth at the educated youth site warmly invited Lin Wanjun to stay at the site for lunch and have dumplings.
She originally wanted to refuse, after all, Li Yuetang was the only one at home preparing the New Year’s Eve dinner, and Lin Wanjun wanted to go back to help.
But when she saw Wu Biyun rolling up her sleeves and chopping stuffing, Lin Wanjun hesitated.
When she was very young, before her mother became as crazy as she later became, she loved eating the dumplings her mother made the most.
She is a good cook. Even cabbage and vermicelli filling can be made delicious by her. Every time, Lin Wanjun can eat a big bowl.
"I'm hungry too, let's just have a meal here!"
Song Zhanjin looked at Lin Wanjun's hesitant expression and spoke with a smile.
Regardless of whether Lin Wanjun was willing or not, he pulled her into the simple kitchen of the educated youth center and helped the educated youth to knead dough, chop stuffing and make dumplings.
The female educated youth at the educated youth centers basically came from southern and northern Jiangsu, with similar accents and eating habits.
"We didn't really like dumplings originally, but when we arrived here, the first meal we were served was dumplings."
Wu Biyun smiled and said, "We were hungry for two days and two nights. That dumpling meal was simply the most delicious thing on earth. From then on, we made dumplings every time there was a festival. You can try my cooking later!"
Wu Biyun worked very efficiently. She rolled out the dough by herself and could feed seven or eight people making dumplings. Lin Wanjun was also infected by the cheerful atmosphere and washed her hands to join in making dumplings.
"Hey! Dr. Lin's way of making dumplings is just like Wu Biyun's!"
Someone saw Lin Wanjun's dumplings and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Wu Biyun claimed her technique was original, but look, Dr. Lin's is exactly the same!"
Wu Biyun didn't believe it at first, but when she came over to take a look, she couldn't help laughing.
"Really? Wanwan, it seems we're destined to be together!"
Lin Wanjun lowered her head to wrap dumplings, her eyes slightly warm.
How is this a coincidence?
The technique of making dumplings was taught to her by her mother. Not only did she strictly supervise her studies, but she also wanted to train her to be an all-rounder in life.
Making dumplings, cooking, and she even learned embroidery for a while because her mother was very good at it.
"Oh, Wanwan, your clothes are torn!"
Wu Biyun saw the torn corner of Lin Wanjun's clothes and said, "Wait for me after dinner. I'll sew it up for you. My needlework is pretty good!"
Lin Wanjun lowered her head and replied "OK", never looking up again.
Strength lies in numbers. Soon, the hot dumplings came out of the pot. Of course, the first bowl of dumplings out of the pot had to be given to the guests.
So Lin Wanjun, Song Zhanjin and Song Lingyi were treated as guests of honor by those in the know. They sat at the table first and ate dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork.
After taking a bite, when the familiar taste spread on the tip of her tongue, Lin Wanjun couldn't help but tear up.
She could hardly hold on, and tears rolled down her cheeks, scaring Song Lingyi so much that she put down her chopsticks.
"Sister, why are you crying?"
Song Zhanjin raised his hand and tapped Song Lingyi lightly.
"Kids, why are you talking so much nonsense when you're not eating properly? Eat now!"
Wu Biyun walked over and saw Lin Wanjun's red eyes. She asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are the dumplings too hot right out of the pot?"
Lin Wanjun smiled with tears in her eyes and nodded gently.
"Yes, it's too hot. It hurts my tongue!"
Wu Biyun laughed heartily and said, "Oh, I thought the dumplings I made were so delicious that they moved you to tears!"
There was a burst of laughter in the room, and the atmosphere became more relaxed and lively.
In addition to Wu Biyun, Lin Wanjun also knew a female educated youth named Min Zhiwei.
In that world, Aunt Min is more like Lin Wanjun's mother in a sense.
When her mother became manic and unable to control herself, the frightened Lin Wanjun called Min Zhiwei.
No matter it is windy or rainy, as long as he receives a call, Min Zhiwei will rush to protect Xiaolin Wanjun as soon as possible.
Min Zhiwei is not afraid of the crazy Wu Biyun. She will protect Lin Wanjun behind her and quarrel with Wu Biyun until she makes Wu Biyun cry.
Therefore, Lin Wanjun is extremely dependent on Min Zhiwei.
It’s a pity that Min Zhiwei was beautiful but had a tragic life. She met the wrong person and was beaten to death by her drunken father-in-law when Lin Wanjun was ten years old.
The most ridiculous thing is that her husband issued a letter of apology and conducted a mental evaluation on the murderer. After all, mentally ill people do not bear legal responsibility.
Min Zhiwei died just like that, and all the property she inherited from her mother's family and the wealth she accumulated through years of hard work were left to her ruthless husband.
On the anniversary of her death, her husband married his young wife. However, the grass on Min Zhiwei's grave was half a person's height, bleak and desolate in the autumn wind and rain...
Min Zhiwei is still very young at this moment.
Like Wu Biyun, she has a cheerful and straightforward personality, and the whole room is filled with her silvery laughter.
Lin Wanjun found it hard to connect the cheerful and enthusiastic young girl in front of her with the tired and silent Aunt Min.
What could have made such a beautiful girl so lifeless?
This is what is called love!
This is the marriage they have been waiting for!
If they meet the wrong person, marriage is nothing more than a siege, a grave, and a place to bury their youth, nothing more.
"Min...Zhiwei, do you have a boyfriend?"
Lin Wanjun almost called her "Auntie Min", but fortunately she reacted and changed her words in time.
Min Zhiwei's face turned a little red and she waved her hands hurriedly.
"No, no, absolutely not!"
But the next moment, Wu Biyun exposed her.
"Yes, yes, Min Zhiwei doesn't have a boyfriend. I have a lover, and he's the son of the director of the neighboring commune!"
When these words came out of Wu Biyun's mouth, it didn't sound like a joke, but more like a furious anger.
"There's a long line of people chasing her, but she just doesn't like them and only likes the landlord's stupid son!"
Min Zhiwei hurriedly raised his hand to cover Wu Biyun's mouth.
"Don't you know that the mouth can cause trouble? Haven't you suffered enough from this?"
The atmosphere was a little depressing. Min Zhiwei put down his chopsticks and looked at Lin Wanjun.
"I...I'm actually dating the son of the director of the neighboring commune. To be honest, I love the countryside. I want to stay there, take root there, and build it!"
Min Zhiwei's tone was firm, with a passion unique to that era.
Wu Biyun was so angry that she wanted to slap Min Zhiwei a few times.
"You...you really piss me off!"
Lin Wanjun remained silent, but she already had a rough idea of Min Zhiwei's future life path.
She was full of enthusiasm to take root in the countryside and build the countryside, but her parents-in-law and husband, who were from the countryside, were eager to go to the city to eat commercial grain.
In a few years, Min Zhiwei will receive a notice to return to the city, and her husband, parents-in-law and brother-in-law will return with her.
They occupied the big house left by her parents. Taking advantage of the fact that Min Zhiwei no longer had the support of her natal family, they used all means to suppress and bully her.
Min Zhiwei was stubborn and unyielding. After years of torture, she finally filed for divorce and asked her husband and his family to move out of the home left by her parents.
So during a dispute, the father-in-law, emboldened by alcohol, strangled his daughter-in-law to death.
The mother-in-law and brother-in-law stood by and watched as Min Zhiwei breathed her last...
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