It was impossible not to be talked about behind her back, but Chu Xia never expected that the person who said the most about her in the office was Huang Tingyue.

"Her husband is not at home, and I don't know why she dresses up every day? I think she does it to attract the attention of the male employees."

An older sister spoke up for Chu Xia: "She is married, not the kind of person you said, I have never seen her talk to male employees. But she does love to dress up."

Is it wrong to love to dress up?

If this happened a few years ago, I am afraid she would be dragged out and criticized.

Chu Xia did not continue to listen, and pushed the door open and went in. The voice stopped abruptly, and the person who spoke showed an embarrassed look on his face.

Chuxia looked at Huang Tingyue and said expressionlessly: "You can say some things to my face, but I can't hear you behind my back. But it's useless for you to say it, and I won't change it. The wise see wisdom and the benevolent see benevolence. You can judge others by what kind of person you are."

Huang Tingyue blushed and turned pale after being scolded. No one spoke up for her, and they all lowered their heads and seemed to be busy with their own things.

They just like to talk behind her back, and no one dared to say anything to her face if they were caught.

Chuxia and Huang Tingyue had a complete quarrel in the office.

Of course, Chuxia didn't think of them as friends at first, but they used to say a few words to each other, but now they don't say a word.

It just so happens that she can work quietly and do her own thing. There is still a month to go before New Year's Day, and they are also busy preparing for the New Year's Day program.

The Propaganda Department and the Trade Union are in charge. The more people there are, the more people talk, and the slower the progress. But this has nothing to do with Chu Xia. She is just a small follower, responsible for doing things according to orders.

It's just because she and Huang Tingyue don't get along well, so there may be some unsatisfactory cooperation at work, but it doesn't affect the overall situation. Chu Xia doesn't care so much, it's Huang Tingyue who is worried.

"Chu Xia, please sort out the number of these costumes borrowed and returned."

"Okay."

Chu Xia took the record book and went to the person in charge to check the number of borrowed and returned one by one, and stopped at Huang Tingyue.

"I don't know, you go ask the performers." She sorted out the costumes with a look of uncooperativeness.

Chuxia: "You don't know how many clothes you have lent out? You don't know if they have not been returned yet?"

Huang Tingyue's face froze for a moment: "I don't know."

Chuxia didn't ask her anymore, and wrote directly in the record book, Huang Tingyue: The number of clothes lent and returned is unknown.

Then the data record book was handed in, and Huang Tingyue was called over by the minister to talk.

Soon she ran back crying and threw the data record book in front of Chuxia: "You did it on purpose, didn't you? The clothes are all there, can't you count them yourself?"

Chuxia looked at her with a funny face: "You tell me the number of borrowed and returned so that I can check it out. How can I check it out

if you don't tell me?" "Then why don't you ask me more? You just want the minister to criticize me on purpose!" Huang Tingyue knew that Chuxia was right. She just didn't want to cooperate with her, make her embarrassed, and make her bow her head and beg her a few more words.

Who knew that Chuxia would not bow her head at all, and directly wrote down what she said, causing her to be scolded by the director, who said that she ignored the organizational discipline and did not work properly.

As for why Chuxia was not asked, it was because Chuxia told the director at the beginning that Huang Tingyue would not cooperate, and she was afraid of making mistakes if she could not get the final number.

Chuxia was not used to Huang Tingyue: "You should cooperate but you didn't say so, and you still want me to beg you, then you deserve to be criticized! If you are not convinced, let's go and talk to the director again?"

Huang Tingyue was frightened for a moment, muttered, and could only go to make up the remaining number of costumes by herself.

Knowing that Chuxia was not easy to mess with, although Huang Tingyue did not have a good face later, she did not deliberately make things difficult for her.

The work of preparing the program for New Year's Day went smoothly.

"An An!"

"Mom!"

Chu Xia called Cen Huaian as soon as she got home. She was particularly tired today. She had not been idle all day and had been running around with him. The closer it got to New Year's Day, the busier she was.

But the New Year's Day benefits were also distributed. Chu Xia pushed them back on her bicycle, put them downstairs, and asked Cen Huaian to move them upstairs together.

Rice, noodles, oil, and cloth.

The thing that the textile factory lacked the most was cloth. The cloth

distributed was good, and it was fine and soft cotton cloth. Chu Xia and Cen Huaian were one weak and the other small, so many things had to be moved home in several batches. After moving them home, they were exhausted.

Chu Xia sat on the chair and touched her forehead. She was sweating in such a cold day.

Cen Huaian now knew that his mother was not in good health. He still had strength, so he took the cup and poured half a cup of water over.

"Mom, drink some water." Then she looked at Chuxia worriedly.

Chuxia raised her hand and touched his head: "An'an, isn't it time to cut your hair?"

Cen Huaian's hair had indeed grown longer. Chuxia had cut his hair twice since she came here, and it had been more than a month since the last time.

He touched his head and said, "Mom, didn't you say it would be warmer if it grew longer?"

Chuxia pulled at his overly long hair in front and said, "It can't be so long that it covers your eyes. Don't you think it's inconvenient for you to see things?"

Cen Huaian shook his head. He had this kind of hair before, and he looked like a little madman. He was used to it and didn't think it was inconvenient.

"It's just right that I'll cut your hair today. You and Uncle Li can go to the bathhouse to take a bath today."

This was agreed upon early in the morning.

In winter, it was cold and inconvenient to take a bath at home, so Chuxia and Sister Li's family bought a monthly bath ticket at a nearby bathhouse and took a bath once a week.

Chuxia felt that her body was dirty, so she would go more often, once every three or four days.

Cen Huaian was five years old and could not go to the women's bathhouse with Chuxia, so he followed Uncle Li and the Li family's son to take a bath every Saturday night.

Chuxia thought she was a good hairdresser, so she didn't cut Cen Huaian's hair into a one-inch crew cut anymore, and she also did some styling.

But in Cen Huaian's eyes, his mother just cut his hair a little shorter so that it no longer affected his vision, and there was no other change.

"Does it look good?"

Chu Xia held the mirror and showed it to Cen Huaian. He nodded with a straight face, "It looks good."

Then he quickly slid down from the stool and said, "Mom, Uncle Li will come to call me soon. I have to go pack my things!"

Chuxia waved her hands: "Go ahead."

Boys don't need a lot of things to take a bath, just a bar of soap, a towel, a bath towel, and a change of clothes.

Chuxia took a lot of things with her when she took a bath, soap, Seagull shampoo, Palace Lantern almond honey, which can be used as body lotion after taking a bath, and friendship cream.

Just after packing up, Sister Li called them outside, and the two hurried out.

"Chuxia, Guan Yan said she also wants to take a bath and go with us."

As soon as Chuxia went out, she saw Guan Yan standing next to the Li family with Qi Ming, holding bathing things in their hands.

She smiled and said, "Okay."

What can she say? The bathhouse is run by someone else, and anyone can go. She herself doesn't want to have much contact with Guan Yan, but she won't stop others from talking to Guan Yan.

Chuxia handed Cen Huaian over to Li Lianfu, who waved his hand cheerfully, and several little boys followed him to the bathhouse.

On the way, Chuxia spoke much less, and would only speak when Sister Li asked her. If she was not asked, she would just listen to Sister Li and Guan Yan talking.

Sister Li was open-minded and did not notice that Chuxia and Guan Yan were not familiar with each other. She could talk to anyone and there was no dull moment.

It was very hot in the bathhouse, and a white hot air blew in the face as soon as she entered.

There were quite a few people, and Chuxia was already accustomed to the appearance of the northern bathhouse. There was no way she could not get used to it, because the bath at home was too cold, and the hot water was not enough. She would catch a cold after taking a bath, and she did not dare to challenge it.

As long as she did not splash around in the big bathtub and only washed under the shower, she could still accept it.

Moreover, Chu Xia also asked Cen Huaian not to go into the bathhouse. There were so many people who had washed in the public bathhouse. It was not clean, so they only needed to take a shower.

Therefore, no matter how Sister Li said that it was more comfortable to take a bath in the bathhouse, she would not go into the bathhouse.

After taking a bath, Chu Xia put on her underwear and rubbed Gongdeng Almond Honey on her body.

Sister Li felt so distressed every time she saw it and said she was wasting it.

"This almond honey is for the face, but you put it on your body. No, no, I can't watch it. It makes me so distressed that I can't breathe when I see it."

Sister Li quickly avoided it.

Chu Xia liked Sister Li's personality very much. Although she said she felt sorry every time, she never said to stop Chu Xia from doing so.

Guan Yan did not walk away, but moved closer to Chu Xia, watching her apply almond honey thoughtfully, and asked her with a friendly smile: "What's the use of applying this on the body?"

Chu Xia applied the almond honey evenly on her legs and said: "It makes the skin more moisturized and not flaky."

Guan Yan wanted to ask a few more questions, but Chu Xia had already applied the almond honey on her legs. She took the almond honey and went to find Sister Li: "Sister, help me apply it on my back, I can't reach it."

Sister Li took it unhappily: "You just want to see me feel distressed."

Although she said that, she applied it to Chu Xia very carefully and did not use much strength.

Chu Xia joked with her with a smile: "This has been seen, you really can't hide anything from you."

Sister Li also laughed: "Alright, alright, it's done. Hurry up and pack your things and go out."

Guan Yan looked at Chu Xia and Sister Li's close appearance, the smile on her face slowly disappeared, turned around to pack her things, and her breath suddenly sank.

When she got home, Cen Huaian had already returned and was sitting in the house watching TV. The three children from Sister Li's family next door also watched it.

Originally, Qi Ming was also there, but he wanted to watch "Nezha Trouble the Dragon King", and Cen Huaian and the others wanted to watch "The Deer and the Nine-Colored Deer".

This was Cen Huaian's TV, Qi Ming couldn't win the fight with them, and went back to his own house in a rage to watch it.

While eating, Cen Huaian whispered to Chuxia, "Mom, I said I wanted to watch The Nine-Colored Deer on purpose. I don't want Qi Ming to watch TV with us."

Because Chuxia had told Cen Huaian not to let him get too close to Qi Ming, and Qi Ming was overbearing, so Cen Huaian didn't like him either.

"You did the right thing!" Chuxia praised him and passed him a piece of pig's trotter.

Today, Chuxia made soybean and pig's trotter soup. She cooked it before taking a bath. It was just right when she came back. It was chewy, soft and glutinous, and very delicious.

The soup was also milky white. A sip of it was hot and warmed the stomach. It was really comfortable in this cold winter.

The protagonist of the original book, Cen Huaian, the villain of the original book, should be kept as far away as possible.

And for some reason, Chuxia always felt that Guan Yan was calculating. She didn't like them not only because of the books, but also because they made her feel uncomfortable.

It was not like her relationship with Sister Li's family, where they were just friendly neighbors. Even Grandma Chen was more likable than them.

At this time, Chuxia and Cen Huaian both had two quilts, and Chuxia was also going to use the newly distributed cotton cloth to make blankets.

She couldn't do needlework, but the tailor shop made it.

Last time when she went to pick up the finished fur and Cen Huaian's clothes, she specifically asked the tailor shop if they made quilts.

As long as she paid, they would make them. If Chuxia provided the cotton herself, the price would be lower. If she wanted the cotton from the tailor shop, the price would be more expensive.

Chuxia had no cotton, so she selected the fabric and cotton at the tailor shop and had them made.

Two quilts weighing ten kilograms and two quilts weighing eight kilograms were made, and she also had someone re-stuff the cotton in the old quilts at home. She

spread the old quilts on the bed and covered them with the new ones, which made her super warm at night.

She and Cen Huaian each filled an infusion bottle with hot water, wrapped it in cloth and placed it under their feet, and they even sweated when they slept at night.

Before going to bed, Chuxia closed the windows and tucked in the quilt for Cen Huaian, making sure that he wrapped himself tightly and that no wind could get in before she went to bed.

At night, Chuxia seemed to hear the whistling wind outside.

But the room was warm and she slept soundly. And she didn't have to get up early the next day. She was not awakened by the laughter and noise of children outside until dawn.

Chuxia opened her eyes and saw Cen Huaian had already gotten up and was doing something in the outer room.

She rubbed the warm quilt and was a little reluctant to leave. In winter, the quilt is the happiest place.

But she had to eat.

Chuxia still struggled to get out of the quilt and put on her clothes. When she put on her shoes and opened the curtains, she found that it was white outside.

It snowed last night!

No wonder it's so noisy downstairs, the kids are playing in the snow.

Chuxia walked out of the inner room, and saw Cen Huaian holding a Go book in one hand and a chessboard in front of him, playing chess with himself.

"An'an, it's snowing outside!"

"Yeah." Cen Huaian nodded, his eyes still on the chessboard, and he probably didn't hear what she said clearly.

Chuxia walked over to look at the chessboard, but couldn't understand it, so she asked him again: "Have you eaten?"

Cen Huaian came back to his senses at this time, stood up and said: "Mom, I bought rice, it's in the pot."

Chuxia and Cen Huaian, whoever got up in the morning would go out to buy rice. There was a stall selling it at the gate of the family compound, and some people had opened shops on the street, so they didn't have to worry about not having food even if it rained or snowed.

Chuxia went out of the house, and a cool breeze blew over her face, mixed with the cool smell of snow.

A group of children were playing snowball fights downstairs, and the adults were playing with them.

I don’t know who got up early and shoveled the snow on the road in the family yard, shoveling out a path, and the snow was piled on both sides of the road, which made it convenient for the children to play.

Chuxia watched for a while, then turned to look at her own coal stove. There was a pot on it, and the pot was turned on. On the grate were steaming buns and a bowl of tofu pudding.

She brought the meal into the house and put a clay pot on the coal stove to boil medicine.

Now Cen Huaian’s body has been completely recovered and he doesn’t need to take medicine anymore, but her body is not good, so

she still has to take medicine. Chuxia knew that she had recovered very well, and she would not need to take medicine anymore in a year as the doctor said.

The steamed buns at the doorstep are delicious. Today, An An bought tofu steamed buns and chicken skin bean sprout steamed buns, which are especially fragrant.

Chu Xia ate two of them and drank a bowl of hot salty tofu pudding. She felt warm all over. After

half an hour, the medicine was boiled. She drank it and walked to Cen Huaian again. He still didn't move, but the chess game was already halfway through.

"Have you decided who won?"

Cen Huaian pointed to the white chess piece and said, "The white piece is going to win."

Chu Xia urged him, "Hurry up and play. I'll recite the book for a while. When you're done, we'll go downstairs and make a snowman." Chu

Xia felt itchy when she talked about this.

The first snow of this winter is still very memorable.

She likes to make snowmen in the snow. It must be fun to play in the snow with Cen Huaian for the first time.

Chuxia quickly took out her Chinese textbook and said she couldn't think about it anymore. If she did, she wouldn't be able to memorize it.

After Cen Huaian finished playing a game of Go, Chuxia also finished her task. The two of them put on scarves, fluffy rabbit fur hats, gloves, and went downstairs to make snowmen. As they

were making snowmen, they somehow started to have a snowball fight with the children in the family compound.

Chuxia and Cen Huaian played together at first, but then they separated and started a chaotic fight.

"Take my ball!"

"Ahhh! Who hit me!"

"Be careful of my invincible big snowball!"

"Little ones, come at me!"

"Charge! Defeat the enemy!"

Chuxia hid behind the evergreen in the flowerbed and made sneak attacks from time to time.

But soon some children found her and began to attack her. Chuxia picked up a handful of snow from the flowerbed and threw it at them while she ran.

Finally, she ran out of strength and hurried home, otherwise she would have been covered in snow.

Those children liked to fight more, so she would fight with others when she ran away.

Sister Li was sitting upstairs knitting. She saw a lot of snow on Chuxia's body. She patted her and said, "How old are you? Why are you still playing with those kids?"

"It's fun!"

Chuxia also moved a stool out and sat around the coal stove, reading a book while listening to the sounds of the children playing below.

Soon, Cen Huaian also came up.

"Why don't you play anymore?" Chuxia asked him.

Cen Huaian jumped up and down, the snow on his body falling off, and said in a little adult tone: "I've had enough fun, I'll continue to practice the homework assigned by the teacher."

He was talking about the Go homework. The homework in the preschool class at school was too simple for him, and he had never taken it home to do it.

Chuxia asked him from behind: "Have you memorized the "Autumn Night in the Mountain" that I asked you to memorize yesterday?"

"Yes. After the rain in the empty mountain, the weather turns to autumn late..."

Cen Huaian opened his mouth and said it. Memorizing things has never been difficult for him. He can remember the simple ones after Chuxia reads them once, and he can repeat the long ones after reading them twice.

Sister Li looked envious: "How can An An memorize so quickly? You don't know that for the two boys in my family, asking them to memorize is like asking them to go down a mountain of knives. It's so difficult."

Chu Xia had some pride on her face, but she said humbly: "An An also depends on rewards. He can get something by memorizing, otherwise he wouldn't be so active."

Sister Li looked at her with admiration: "You are really capable. I can't think of so many ways to let them learn. Let them do whatever they want. Anyway, if they don't learn well, they can still take over my and his father's classes."

Chu Xia smiled and continued to read without saying anything.

Many parents in the family home think this way and don't attach so much importance to learning. Unlike parents in later generations, their children will enroll in various classes from an early age so that they can't fall behind other children.

Of course, there are some who value learning more, but most of them are left alone. The children now have a happy childhood.

Finally, Chuxia and Cen Huaian finished making the snowman downstairs after the children had their snowball fight.

There were three of them, two big and one small.

One is her, one is Cen Zhengnian, and one is An An.

Chuxia looked at the snowman and regretted that she didn't have a mobile phone or a camera to take pictures of them.

"An An, please draw them. This time, the letter to your father will include the drawings of these three snowmen."

Cen Huaian wrinkled his nose: "I can't draw."

Chu Xia said nonchalantly: "It's okay, just draw it casually, whatever you can draw it."

She also drew it herself, because she used to draw human meridian diagrams when she was a child, and took notes and drew diagrams of various organs in college. She felt that the little snowman she drew was quite similar.

Cen Huaian's painting was more abstract, at the level of a normal elementary school student, with messy lines and irregular heads and bodies.

If there were no words written next to it, explaining that these three were snowmen, people who saw it would not be able to tell that they were snowmen.

The letter and the painting were sent to the northwest together.

December 24th was not Christmas at the moment, and Chuxia herself was not sensitive to this holiday.

But there happened to be apples at home, and she and An An ate one each in the evening. Because she thought it had a good meaning, she and An An would be safe and sound in the future.

The day before New Year's Day, the textile factory's show was held in the auditorium in the evening, and many employees brought their families to watch.

New Year's Day is a national holiday, so there is no work tomorrow, and it doesn't matter how late everyone plays today.

Although it was not Chinese New Year, it was still very lively. Fireworks were set off in the factory, and many children were holding firecrackers in their hands, running around outside the auditorium and playing with them.

From time to time, you could hear the sound of firecrackers.

Chuxia also brought Cen Huaian to watch the show.

She was one of the organizers of the show, which was a bit of an advantage, as she could take Cen Huaian to watch the show closer to the stage.

There were many employees in the factory who were multi-talented, some singing and dancing, some telling crosstalk, some singing opera, and some playing the accordion.

Chuxia was very happy to watch. She brought popcorn with her. Someone on the street was frying popcorn in a stove. She brought the corn with her, and one stove could fry a lot.

Anyway, she fried a stove of popcorn, and she and An An haven't finished eating yet.

In the past, when the textile factory was so lively, An An had never participated. Today, he followed Chu Xia since the preparation of the show, and watched the backstage performance workers putting on makeup, which really opened his eyes.

He was very happy today. He snuggled in Chu Xia's arms while watching the show, and laughed with others from time to time.

At around nine o'clock, Chu Xia took An An home, and they couldn't play too late.

She couldn't stay up late, and An An had just been raised, and the later it got, the colder it got, and it was easy to catch a cold if she sat for a long time.

Chu Xia was very glad that An An didn't like to make noise like other children, and was more obedient to her.

Otherwise, she would be like some children now, making noise and not going home, rolling on the ground, and the adults would be furious and raise their hands to beat the children.

"An An, tomorrow is New Year's Day. Do you want to eat anything?"

In the starlit night, Chu Xia held Cen Huaian's hand and walked towards home, asking him.

"Dumplings."

"Okay, let's eat dumplings!"

Cen Huaian's mouth corners slightly raised. He remembered that when he celebrated New Year's Day last year, he leaned on the door frame to watch others eat dumplings. He was so jealous at that time.

He still remembers the dumplings he had after watching a movie with his parents.

But his mother is weak and it is so tiring to chop dumplings, so he usually doesn't talk about eating dumplings.

During the winter solstice, the two went to a state-owned restaurant to eat dumplings. Chu Xia really doesn't like chopping dumplings.

Early in the morning of New Year's Day, Chuxia and Cen Huaian went to the market to buy meat and vegetables to prepare dumplings for today. With

two people, they didn't need to chop a lot of stuffing.

In addition to the meat, Chuxia also bought a plate of firecrackers. She remembered to set off firecrackers when dumplings were made during the Chinese New Year. She also bought some firecrackers for Cen Huaian to play with.

When she got home, Chuxia wanted Cen Huaian to go play with Bangzi and the others while she prepared at home alone.

He didn't go, but helped her wash the vegetables and wanted to help her chop the meat stuffing.

Chuxia snatched the knife from his hand: "Don't hurt yourself with your little strength. Go and help me wash two green onions."

She didn't chop the stuffing herself all at once. She would take a break when she got tired after chopping for a while. It took her two hours to chop such a small amount of meat stuffing.

The rest was easy.

Cen Huaian could help her roll out the dumpling wrappers, and the two of them worked together to quickly wrap a blanket of dumplings.

Before the water boiled for the dumplings, Chuxia and Cen Huaian took a long wooden stick with one end lit and lit firecrackers downstairs.

Then, amid the crackling sound of firecrackers, the two hurried home to put the dumplings into the pot.

The dumplings with pork and green onions were very fragrant. After they were cooked, Chuxia took the dumplings out of the pot and put them on the sieve to keep them warm in the pot. She sent a bowl to Sister Li's family and asked Cen Huaian to send a bowl to Bangzi and the others.

Sister Li's family also brought over a bowl of dumplings. The two families often did this, making delicious food and giving each other a bowl to taste.

When Cen Huaian came back, Chuxia had already prepared the vinegar and garlic sauce, which was perfect for dipping dumplings in.

"Does Bangzi's family also cook dumplings?"

Cen Huaian also came back with a bowl of dumplings.

He nodded and said, "Bang Ge said that his family's dumplings have less meat and more vegetables."

Chuxia picked one up and tasted it. The vegetables were dried locust flowers, which were delicious. It was probably picked by Bangzi's grandmother in the spring and dried and stored. After eating

the dumplings, this Yangli New Year was considered a complete success.

Cen Huaian lay down at the table and wrote in his diary: Today is New Year's Day. My mother and I made dumplings together. They were delicious. The dumplings at Bangge and Aunt Li's house are also delicious. I wonder if my father, who is far away in the northwest, eats dumplings?

Ganzhou Tiangong Base.

Cen Zhengnian was also eating dumplings in the canteen, dumplings filled with mutton, each rolled out of the pot, steaming hot.

Yu Tian ate one by one, without even looking up, his mouth was sizzling from the heat, but he was reluctant to spit out the dumplings.

"These mutton dumplings are authentic. If the canteen hadn't made dumplings, I would have forgotten that today is the lunar new year."

It was snowing heavily outside at this time. Cen Zhengnian was wearing a sweater sent in early summer, and a cotton coat sent in early summer.

It was still very cold in the base, colder than Liangzhou, and the temperature difference between day and night was very large.

But in order not to hinder work, the base also had its own way of heating, burning kangs and stoves.

Cen Zhengnian was eating dumplings, thinking about the dumplings he had with Chuxia and Cen Huaian in Liangzhou in October.

Like Yu Tian, ​​he had forgotten that today was the lunar New Year.

Now that he knew, he was wondering if people at home were eating dumplings. If they were eating dumplings, without him chopping the fillings, Chuxia was weak and Anan was not strong enough, so who would chop the fillings?

Yu Tian didn't hear what Cen Zhengnian said. He looked up and saw him eating dumplings and looking outside. He didn't know what he was thinking.

He waved in front of Cen Zhengnian: "You see this snow every day, what are you thinking about?"

Cen Zhengnian came back to his senses, swallowed the dumpling in his mouth and said, "Nothing."

Seeing the snow, he couldn't help but think of the paintings sent by Chuxia and An'an.

The snowman they made was really good, Chuxia's painting was also good, and although An'an's painting was immature, it could also see what he wanted to express.

He just regretted not being with them and couldn't make snowmen with them. The family of three was missing a person, and there was still regret.

Fang Lingling came over with the dumplings and smiled softly, "These are beef dumplings from my home. Do you want to try them?"

Cen Zhengnian had almost finished eating. Hearing this, he stood up and said, "I'm full. I don't want to try any more."

Yu Tian was interested in trying beef dumplings, which had a different flavor from mutton.

But seeing that Cen Zhengnian had left, he quickly picked up the rice bowl and said, "I don't want to try any more. Eat them yourself. I still have work to do."

Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, Fang Lingling's face fell.

Yu Tian didn't understand: "What is the leader thinking, letting someone like Fang Lingling live here?"

Cen Zhengnian was washing the rice bowl, and said without any dissatisfaction on his face: "She has a good education and is quite capable."

The most important thing is that her parents have connections. The base originally belongs to the army, and Fang Lingling has an education and major in this area, so her parents naturally help to run it.

And she didn't make any mistakes. She can also do some calculation work outside the project. Why doesn't the leader give her parents face?

Apart from the fact that she likes to get close to him, she hasn't done anything more excessive. Usually, when Cen Zhengnian is busy, the two of them don't see each other for a long time. How could the leader know so much?

Yu Tian is also smart, and he immediately understood what Cen Zhengnian meant. Sighing: "I also want to have good parents!"

Cen Zhengnian smiled and patted his shoulder: "You can rely on yourself, our project can't do without you."

On the first day of 1982, early summer woke up in the warmth.

It was another day that I didn't want to go to work.

Because we just finished the New Year's Day show, the publicity department didn't have much to do today, just to do the finishing work after the performance.

In addition to the publicity department, the trade union also came to help.

Chairman Zheng saw Chuxia and spoke to her enthusiastically: "Chuxia, I didn't see you the night before yesterday. Did you go to the show?"

"Yes, but An'an and I went home early, so we left before the show was over."

Chairman Zheng sorted out her clothes after the show with her and said regretfully: "You should have left later, there are fireworks in the back of the factory."

Chuxia smiled and said: "It's okay, we can still watch it during the New Year."

Chairman Zheng thought about it and nodded: "That's right, there will be more fireworks during the New Year, and it will be more beautiful."

Chuxia was not familiar with the preparations for the New Year's goods, and just when she talked about it, she asked Chairman Zheng a few more questions.

Chairman Zheng was so old and had worked in the factory's trade union for so long, no one knew more about the customs and preparations for every festival than her.

She loves to talk, and the entire backstage of the auditorium is filled with her voice.

Chuxia happened to be holding a notebook, so she took notes seriously, and Chairman Zheng spoke even more vigorously.

Some young people from the Propaganda Department and the Trade Union who didn't understand also followed and listened secretly, with very rich expressions on their faces.

So this is how Laba Congee is called, and this is how the New Year's Eve dust cleaning was passed down.

Just as she was listening, someone called Chuxia outside.

Chuxia looked outside and said to Chairman Zheng: "Chairman, I'll go see what's going on, and listen to you later."

Chairman Zheng waved his hand: "Okay. This is not important, I can't listen to you later."

Chuxia thought that the minister might want to arrange some work for her, but she didn't expect that her mother Wang Yulan came to the factory to find her.

It was impossible for her not to see Wang Yulan in the factory. No matter what, to outsiders, the two are mother and daughter. Even if there is a huge hatred, it is still a bone connected. She can't completely abandon her mother.

If Chu Xia really publicizes in the factory that she has severed relations with her biological parents, even if her parents have done something wrong, she will be pointed at and scolded for being unfilial.

Of course, she doesn't need to do this. She just doesn't care about it in private. As long as Wang Yulan still wants to get benefits from her, she will not publicize the bad relationship between mother and daughter.

Chu Xia did not meet Wang Yulan in the office, and took her out, without a look of closeness on her face.

"What do you want to see me about?"

After Cen Zhengnian left, Wang Yulan came to the house several times, but she always ran into trouble. In addition, the eldest sister-in-law of the Luo family was making more and more trouble, so she didn't want to come anymore.

Now she came to the factory to find her with a look of despair, so something terrible must have happened in the Luo family.

"Chuxia, please save your brother! If you don't save him, he will die!"

Chuxia pulled her arm out of Wang Yulan's hand and looked at her with a frown: "What happened to Luo Chuming? He looked so proud when he saw me some time ago and didn't want to pay attention to me at all. Does he need me to save him?"

Wang Yulan didn't listen to her finish, tears had already covered her face, she covered her mouth and cried with grief: "He is lying in the hospital now, there is no good place on his body, the doctor said whether he can wake up... depends on his fate..."

As she said, Wang Yulan cried even harder, Chuxia was not as sad as her.

She had no feelings for Luo Chuming. After knowing that Luo Chuming worked in the transport team, she had thought that he would fall sooner or later.

Luo Chuming was very bold, and he would definitely smuggle some contraband when transporting goods. He would either be discovered and reported for speculation, or he would get into trouble on the way.

She just didn't expect him to get into trouble so soon.

In the end, Chuxia still followed Wang Yulan to the hospital. She had already come to the factory, and it would be wrong for Chuxia not to go.