As soon as Song Yan entered the door, he saw his mother and Wen Ruan setting out the meal. Judging from the dishes, they didn't seem to be from the cafeteria, so he couldn't help but feel a little expectant.
Song's mother couldn't cook, so when the father and son were busy, they often ate at the compound's canteen. Wen Ruan was also curious about the canteen's food, so she would get lunch with Song's mother at noon.
However, she felt the taste was rather bland, so she offered to stop eating at the compound canteen and instead cook at home. Considering her daughter-in-law's excellent cooking skills, Song's mother nodded in agreement.
Moreover, ever since Song's mother made mooncakes herself last time, she seemed to have discovered the joy of cooking and expressed her desire to learn from Wen Ruan. So the two of them teamed up that evening to prepare the meal.
"I'm back. I talked to Mom today and we decided that we'll only eat at the cafeteria when we're really too busy. After that, we'll cook for ourselves when we have free time. Mom said she wanted to learn too, so this meal is what Mom and I prepared together."
When Wen Ruan heard the door open and saw that it was Song Yan returning, she lowered her head and continued to talk while busy with her work.
"Ruan Ruan, Dad's here," Song Yan said.
"Hey, Dad, what brings you here today!" Wen Ruan looked up and saw Song's father, her face beaming with surprise.
Have you read today's newspaper?
"Yes, I saw it. At noon, my mother-in-law and I went to the cafeteria for lunch, and we made a special detour to the newsstand to buy some newspapers." Wen Ruan smiled sheepishly.
"There it is, on the coffee table."
Song Yan looked at it and saw that there were about eight or nine portions.
“I said I would just buy one to take a look, but Mom insisted on paying for the rest, saying that when people came to visit, we should show them to them.”
Song Yan nodded. "Yes, that's good." Then he took out five newspapers from his pocket and stacked them on top of the previous stack.
Mr. Song had just returned from get off work when he saw Mr. Wen and greeted him, "Our in-laws are here."
"Hmm, I've come to ask Ruan Ruan about the newspaper." Saying this, he handed the newspaper in his hand to Song's father.
Mr. Song took it, examined it carefully, and looked at it with admiration.
Wen's father asked Wen Ruan how she came up with these ideas, whether anyone else had taught her, and if she had any other thoughts, among other questions.
Wen Ruan patiently answered each question, explaining that she had seen her father working overtime every day, Song Yan visiting and learning in Shanghai, and the atmosphere at the steel factory seemed to be quite bad. So she inquired a little and wrote down some of her own opinions.
In particular, Wen Ruan had previously read in the newspaper that my country's current steel industry could only smelt more than 100 types of steel and roll more than 400 specifications of steel products. However, many high-tech, high-value-added steel products, such as seamless pipes, thick steel plates, large sections of steel, and coated steel plates, could not be produced and had to be imported from abroad.
So many foreigners often use this as an excuse to make things difficult for us. We feel powerless and angry, but at the same time, it arouses our competitive spirit and makes us want to do something.
It was a very coincidental and fortunate coincidence that my family members shared the same thoughts as me.
Father Wen laughed heartily and exclaimed, "That's ambition!"
Song Yan was also watching Wen Ruan intently from the side, feeling that she was shining as she talked about these things, and he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart.
Seeing everyone's endless discussion, Song's mother quickly called for everyone to come and eat. Wen's father said, "Oh no, I came straight here after get off work. I forgot to tell your mother. I won't eat. Your mother is probably waiting for you at home." After saying that, he quickly got up and left, ignoring everyone's attempts to stop him.
After dinner, Wen Ruan was in her room organizing the original owner's high school textbooks. When she came to the Song family, Wen Ruan had specially packed them up and brought them with her.
When Song Yan entered the room and saw her, he was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected Ruan Ruan to be so diligent. It seemed she wanted to review her high school textbooks, and he expressed his full support for it.
Song Yan said to Wen Ruan, "It can't stay like this forever. Society needs talent, and college graduates from worker and peasant backgrounds can't meet the current requirements of social development. Ruan Ruan, it's right for you to start reviewing your high school knowledge. Who knows when things will change again?"
Wen Ruan joked, "Weren't you also a worker-peasant-soldier college graduate? But who in the steel factory doesn't know Secretary Song of the factory committee? He's not only a college graduate, but also good-looking and capable. He's the ideal son-in-law in the eyes of many parents."
Song Yan glanced at Wen Ruan and said, "Then how come I see that someone doesn't cherish it? It seems that Secretary Song still has many things that cannot satisfy that person."
Wen Ruan laughed heartily, patted Song Yan on the shoulder and said, "The revolution is not yet successful, Comrade Song still needs to work hard."
"Received. Thank you for the instructions, comrade. Comrade Xiao Song will definitely work harder!"
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The next day at work, the entire steel plant was buzzing with discussion about the article written by Wen Ruan. It just so happened that the steel plant was holding a general meeting, and the newspaper was also brought to the meeting for discussion.
"Director Wen, we've all read my niece's article. Like father, like daughter," Deputy Factory Director Guo Shengcai remarked.
"But there's a problem. My niece isn't an employee of our factory, and it's a bit against the rules for her to interfere in our factory's affairs."
After saying that, he continued to look at the factory manager and said, "My kids saw how busy our factory was the other day, and I was coming home very late every day. They even came to ask me what was going on. You know, kids these days are always worrying about adults' affairs. But I didn't reveal a single word. After all, it's an internal matter of our factory, and we can't just spread it around, no matter how big or small it is." Then he chuckled at the crowd surrounding him.
Mr. Wen smiled, picked up the tea on the table, took a sip and said, "What the deputy factory director said does make some sense. I also gave her a lecture yesterday, but as everyone knows, kids these days are very independent and can talk a good game."
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