Lu Qingyan came down from the mountain and sat on a stool. She picked the dandelions as her mother had instructed, then basked in the sun and ate wild berries washed by her eldest nephew. She felt that this life was really comfortable.

When the postman came over, he saw a pretty girl in the yard, basking in the sun and feeling sleepy, so he shouted, "Lu Qingyan, is this Lu Qingyan's home?"

"Yes." Lu Qingyan was startled and then stood up and said

"Here's your telegram. Come and sign for it." The postman took out the telegram and a pen.

Lu Qingyan was stunned when she heard the postman's words, then she walked out, signed, opened the telegram curiously, and looked at the contents, feeling both amused and helpless.

Mother Lu came out, looked at her silly-smiling daughter and asked, "Is it a telegram from Mingze?"

"Well, they said that the housing application was approved, and they also bought me a ticket for the day after tomorrow, asking me not to miss the train." Lu Qingyan shook the telegram and said

"Ah? She's leaving the day after tomorrow?" When Mother Lu heard that her daughter was leaving so soon, the smile on her face faded visibly, and she said with reluctance.

Lu Qingyan looked at her mother's expression, walked over, hugged her mother's arm and said coquettishly: "Mom, even if I leave, I can come back to see you often. These two places are not far away."

"Well, my daughter has grown up and is ready to fly." Mother Lu touched her daughter's hair and changed the subject:

"Since you are going with the army, you should learn how to cook from now on, so that you won't starve when you get to the military area."

"Mom, Gu Mingze said I can't cook, so we can eat in the cafeteria." Lu Qingyan let go of her arm and pouted.

"You don't need a ticket to eat in the cafeteria? Besides, how can eating in the cafeteria be as delicious as home-cooked food?" Mother Lu glared at her daughter and said with a pout, "I think you are just lazy and don't want to learn."

"Mom, you never let me cook since I was a child, and you can't force me to cook after I get married." Lu Qingyan said unhappily.

"Okay, okay, I've spoiled you. You can do it if you want. Anyway, I won't be the one starving when the time comes." Mother Lu waved her hands irritably and went back to the kitchen to cook, not looking at her daughter who was giving her a headache.

But I do regret it in my heart. I should have not spoiled my daughter earlier. Now she can't do anything. How is she going to live in the future?

Lu Qingyan ignored her mother's thoughts, took the telegram back to the house, packed up her things, lay down on the kang, and fell asleep in a daze.

When Father Lu and his men came back from work, they smelled the smell of meat all over the yard. They swallowed their saliva and shouted, "Old lady, have you stewed the meat?"

"Your daughter and Gangzi went up the mountain and caught a pheasant, so I stewed it. It's a good thing for everyone." Mother Lu brought the steamed bread and grain rice into the main room, and served the dishes.

Gangzi looked at the pot of chicken, swallowed his saliva and called his aunt to get up and eat.

Lu Qingyan yawned, washed her hands, sat on the stool, smelled the aroma of chicken stewed with mushrooms, swallowed her saliva, and waited for everyone to start eating before she picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth, saying as she ate:

"Mom, you are such a great cook. This chicken is so delicious."

"If it tastes good, learn more about it and make whatever you want to eat in the future." Mother Lu said calmly while gnawing on a bone

"Hey, why are you talking about that? Let's eat, let's eat." Father Lu looked at his old daughter who couldn't even enjoy eating meat, and hurriedly stopped the old woman from talking.

"Just spoil her." Mother Lu glared at the old man, stopped saying things her daughter didn't want to hear, and lowered her head to eat meat.

Mrs. Lu listened to the conversation between the old couple, looked at her sister-in-law with envy, and then joined the army of people eating meat.

Farmers like them cannot compare to people in the city. They only eat meat twice a year, and their stomachs are always lacking in oil and water. Now that there is a pot of meat in front of them, they can't wait to eat it and replenish the oil and water.