Gu Yi and Xiao Huzi happily ate the boiled eggs and kept praising them for being delicious.
"Mom, the soy sauce smells so good! Put it in the egg yolk - it smells so good!"
Chen Xingling was a little distracted, and whispered tiredly: "Even if you like it, don't pour too much, soy sauce is very salty."
Gu Yi ate rice porridge in big mouthfuls and muttered, "Sister-in-law, people here seem to like to eat rice porridge and congee. Can they eat two meals a day?"
Chen Xingling nodded: "Yes, here we eat rice as rice porridge, and usually eat rice porridge in the morning and evening. Families with better conditions cook it thicker, while ordinary families eat it thinner. Are you used to it?"
"Get used to it!" Gu Yi said with a smile, "Noodles are fine, porridge is fine, as long as I can fill my stomach. Don't worry, sister-in-law, I will definitely try my best to adapt to the work here."
Seeing that he had a determined look on his face, Chen Xingling guessed that he must have made up his mind to stay in Yucheng.
"Ayi, when your brother comes back, have a good talk with him. After the job here is settled, you still have to go back and apply to return to the city, right?"
Gu Yi cracked the eggshell and nodded: "I have to go to the village committee over there to get approval before returning to the city. I...I must go back to Mount Shuo, Xiao Xing is still waiting for me!"
"Make good arrangements." Chen Xingling whispered, "Don't let the girl down."
Gu Yi chuckled and said, "No!"
The little tiger sitting on the floor twisted his chubby body and raised his neck with great effort.
"Mom, I can't even look at eggs~~"
Chen Xingling laughed dumbly: "Just bear with it for now, Mom will go buy a dining table tomorrow."
After dinner, Chen Xingling washed the dishes and hung them out to dry.
Gu Yi took Xiao Huzi to take a bath and change clothes, and then settled the little guy to sleep with him.
Chen Xingling cleaned up the kitchen and went back to the bedroom. He was so tired that he leaned back on the pillow and didn't want to move at all.
The bed was still the same one they made when they got married, and the pillows and bedding were still the same, just a little older.
Suddenly, she discovered a familiar and pleasant smell of someone on the pillow.
Unconsciously, she thought of Gu Yi's cold and otherworldly appearance again.
Another half month has passed in a flash.
Oh, I miss him again.
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The next morning, when it was still dark, Chen Xingling got up, quickly went into the space to cook porridge, and found a bag of barbecued pork buns from the quick-frozen area. He turned on the kerosene stove, and steamed the barbecued pork buns in a brand new steamer.
After brushing her teeth, washing her face and changing her clothes, she hurried back into the supermarket.
She found a retro black and white cloth bag as her schoolbag, and picked out a few pencils from the stationery section, as well as a fountain pen and a few traditional brown-covered notebooks.
I was about to leave, but I noticed a few cute wooden stools next to the fabric sofa in the family leisure area diagonally opposite. I quickly took them out and placed them at the entrance of the supermarket, waiting to find a chance in the afternoon to move them out for my son to use.
There were several sets of lazy sofas and some leather chairs in the leisure area. She eliminated them one by one, and then walked around the area. Finally, a large stack of exquisitely crafted rattan chairs caught her eye, which really surprised her!
Rattan furniture has a long history in the southern waters and is deeply loved by the people because it is durable, practical, and easy to wipe.
When her brothers from her mother's side got married and moved into new houses, their parents would prepare rattan sofas and chairs for them. The cradles for her nephews and nieces were also made of rattan, so they could sleep several children in one without worrying about it breaking.
Now that I have the rattan chairs, I just need to find a wooden table of the right height.
Unfortunately, after walking around for a while, I still couldn't find a suitable wooden table, so I had to give up temporarily.
The porridge was ready. She poured it into a small iron pot and then quietly came out of the space.
The barbecued pork buns in the steamer in the kitchen gave off a fragrant aroma, and it was obvious that they were already steamed.
She took out two, filled a bowl of porridge, ate quickly, and hurried downstairs.
It was already around seven in the morning. There were faint noises coming from the neighbor's house opposite. The neighbor on the second floor seemed to be scolding a child, and from time to time there were also the sounds of an old man coughing.
Chen Xingling walked downstairs and found that the stairwell was no longer empty. Instead, there were three bicycles parked neatly. They were all Phoenix brand 28-bar bicycles. One was very new, and the other two were half new and half old.
She took a few furtive glances, secretly envious, and then began her “long journey” to school.
More than forty minutes later, she finally arrived at the gate of Chongwen Middle School.
Today was the first day of school. The campus was not as empty as it had been before. Now there were people coming and going, most of them were teenagers.
Chen Xingling went straight to the high school department and found that there were red papers outside the three classrooms with their class names written on them. Grade one, grade two and grade three were in a row, and grade three was the last classroom.
The door of the classroom hasn't been opened yet. There are rows of students waiting at the door. They look to be in their twenties. They are chatting happily and most of them are carrying small army green side bags.
Outside the senior high school classroom, there were the fewest people, only about thirty or so. The age range seemed quite wide, some seemed to be in their twenties or even older, while others were seventeen or eighteen years old.
The boys stood in a row, and the girls gathered opposite them. Their clothes were either dark blue or army green. The boys all had short hair, and except for a few girls with long hair in braids, the rest had neat school hairstyles.
Chen Xingling has never been someone who has face blindness, but now that he was faced with a group of strangers dressed in similar clothes, he found it difficult to recognize them all.
At this time, someone in the crowd shouted excitedly: "The teacher is here!"
Soon, a woman in her forties came with a door key and a gentle smile on her face, and went straight to the door of the senior classroom.
"Hello, students. I am your class teacher, Lin Ming."
Everyone shouted "Hello, teacher!" and "Good morning, teacher!" Chen Xingling recognized her as Teacher Lin who had helped him register that day, and thought to himself what a coincidence!
Teacher Lin's eyes moved among the students and soon fell on Chen Xingling. He nodded and smiled at her.
Chen Xingling quickly bowed slightly: "Hello, teacher!"
Lin Ming smiled kindly and pushed the door open.
Many students rushed into the classroom and each chose a table to sit at.
Chen Xingling is quite tall, even taller than many boys, and he very consciously chose a table in the last row.
At this time, a slightly plump woman came late, wearing a military-colored coat, with a red face and sweat on her forehead. She looked around and found that there were no seats in the front row, so she slowly walked to the back row, looked at the empty seat next to Chen Xingling, and smiled at her hesitantly.
Chen Xingling nodded kindly.
The girl hurriedly pulled her schoolbag off her shoulders and sat down next to her.
The simple wooden stool immediately made a creaking sound. Chen Xingling was secretly startled and quickly sat down more firmly.
Teacher Lin at the podium began to speak, explaining that there were only about ten students in the senior class before, and twenty-three students were transferred in through the exam before the semester, so there are currently thirty-one students in the class.
"Since some students have been to the countryside, the content they have learned is uneven and their student records are also very messy. The principal plans to create a new student record for everyone. In the next few days, students will bring their junior high school graduation certificates and a household registration certificate to create a file. Please prepare them quickly."
Teacher Lin simply called the roll and asked a few boys to go out and help move the books.
Soon, each student received a copy of the book, a total of 10 books.
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