Chapter 110 Your Thoughts My Thoughts
After leaving the supply and marketing cooperative, Liu Qingqing waved goodbye to other colleagues who were not going the same way. Many of them were reluctant to take off their makeup and went home with pale faces after get off work.
Liu Qingqing took off her makeup as soon as it was over and glanced sideways at Xu Hui, who was the same age as her.
Oh, I can’t bear to watch it.
The snow around her was shining with a white light, which had a unique flavor when reflected on her face.
After taking a few steps, Liu Qingqing paused when she saw someone approaching her.
Oh my!
She always managed to forget about this man, and usually only remembered that she was a married person when she received a remittance, a letter, or went to Taoshan Village.
"When did this come?" Liu Qingqing waved first.
It seems that he had written to me before saying that he would be able to come during the Chinese New Year.
Song Jinglin took the bag from her hand and said, "I just got home this afternoon."
Xu Hui was stunned. She turned her head to look at her, then looked at the person who was coming over.
Liu Qingqing hurriedly introduced: "This is my lover, Song Jinglin. Jinglin, this is Xu Hui from our supply and marketing cooperative."
"Hello, hello, I often hear Qingqing talk about you. It's the first time we meet in person. Well, you two can chat. Qingqing, I'll leave first. See you at work tomorrow." Xu Hui spoke quickly, greeted her and left quickly.
Song Jinglin pursed his lips and suppressed the upturned corners of his mouth. His wife mentioned him to everyone, so she must be missing him, right?
"Xu Hui, drive slowly on the road." Liu Qingqing thought for a while and seemed to have never mentioned it before. She only used his name when she first joined the supply and marketing cooperative to block Lan Taoying.
Xu Hui's "often" made her feel embarrassed.
The two of them walked home one after the other. Song Jinglin's mind was full of how lonely his wife was here alone and how much she missed him.
When he was almost at the door of his house, he looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he took his wife's hand and went home.
Liu Qingqing was a little confused about his train of thought. The atmosphere around the two of them just now seemed as if they were in a cold war.
Why is he so passionate as soon as he arrives at the door?
But the hand didn't hold for more than a few seconds. When they reached the door, Liu Qingqing swung her arms and said, "Open the door."
What are you doing standing outside the door in this freezing weather?
Song Jinglin took the order and rushed forward to open the lock.
When he entered the yard and was about to reach out again, his wife unexpectedly said, "Lock the door."
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"Are you here for dinner? Are you hungry?" Liu Qingqing asked as she walked into the house.
"Not hungry."
Liu Qingqing didn't care about him. He wasn't hungry, she was.
Oh my God, he has to eat coarse food and then go on stage to shout slogans.
It's ruined by all the hassle.
I originally planned to come here to have a good meal. There are so many delicious foods stored in the space, and I feel eager to try it just thinking about it.
But once this troublesome person came, I could only use what was available at home to make something.
It has to be made fresh (•́へ•́╬)
Fortunately, she usually kept a lot of ingredients outside, and she really didn't want to spend too much effort. Liu Qingqing rummaged through the pot under the window and decided to cook dumplings.
It’s fast, effortless, and appropriate.
Song Jinglin stared at his wife's back, and the happiness in his heart was almost overflowing.
Look, look at this daughter-in-law, how virtuous she is and how much she cares about him.
Even though he said he was not hungry, his wife still cooked dumplings for him.
Song Jinglin skillfully carried firewood and lit the pot and stove.
Two different things were playing out in each of their minds.
One is chattering, the other is bubbling with happiness.
The dumplings were still stuffed with the same roe deer meat filling as before. Song Jinglin's eyes lit up after taking the first bite: "Delicious!"
"That's what I wrote to you about, the roe deer meat collected from Mantun." Liu Qingqing would write to the other party after receiving a letter or remittance. There was nothing much to write. She would just post these trivial work contents as a diary.
Speaking of Xin, Song Jinglin felt soft in his heart. To be honest, he didn't have any feelings for his wife at the beginning, and the total number of words they had said to each other did not exceed ten fingers.
When he came to visit her last year, he saw that she was serious about life and active in work. He admired her and was satisfied with this daughter-in-law.
He thought her conversation and attitude towards others were very good.
Plus, ahem, my wife is pretty good-looking, so everything is harmonious.
The days I spent at home were more pleasant, free and comfortable than ever before.
After returning to the team, the two of them gradually contacted each other more frequently. Song Jinglin was delighted to learn from his wife's words that she wanted to share her life with him.
After seeing how couples in the village and the team get along with each other, Song Jinglin felt more attracted to his wife during the few short days he spent with her.
Liu Qingqing thought that something was indispensable in the evening, so she didn't add any mashed garlic for the dipping sauce.
Pour a little vinegar and add two drops of sesame oil, and it will be delicious.
If your mouth is full of garlic smell and you can't brush it off even if you brush your teeth, you will inevitably feel disgusted.
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