Chapter 253 Harvesting Wheat
The state-owned restaurant in Jicheng is better than the other places I've eaten at before. The dumplings have thin skin, large fillings and are full of juice.
The soup made from fried liver is crystal clear, and the intestines are fat and the liver is tender.
Stir-fried snow mustard greens and mustard greens, crispy and delicious with rice.
Liu Qingqing discovered such a great place and secretly decided to come back another day to pack a few more portions.
Song Jinglin was reluctant to leave.
After eating and drinking their fill, the mother and daughter returned to the compound.
In order to make it easier to pick up and drop off the children and save time, they brought bicycles from the family compound.
At this time, he was locked in the wooden shed at the door.
This shed was also built after she came here, and it can be used to store some occasional household items.
Then it would be convenient for her to take some things that were not in the house.
After opening the door, there were two large bags and a cabinet in the room. Liu Qingqing first threw the robot mouse into the independent small room of a few square meters, then closed the door and let it work diligently and conscientiously inside, eating dust and sucking dirt.
The carpenter has built a row of shelves against the wall of this small house, and next to the shelves is a small desk.
Liu Qingqing planned to allocate this house to her son as his independent space.
So after Song Xiangyang finished washing up, he received work arrangements from his mother.
Throw a clean rag to your son and say: "This little room belongs to you. It's your job to clean it and put things in order. Here, you can put your toys however you want, as long as they look good." That's all she said. As for whether it looks good or not, it's up to the child to judge for himself, and adults don't need to deny it.
Song Xiangyang's eyes lit up when he heard this. No matter how old a child is, they all want to have an independent space of their own.
He raised his little hand and saluted: "Report to Mom, I promise to complete the task."
"You clean up the small room, and I'll clean up the big room." Liu Qingqing clapped her hands and said, "Get started."
"Oh oh oh!!!" Song Xiangyang roared primitive slogans and rushed into the house.
She sent Song Xiangyang to work in the hut and threw Brother Rat outside.
Start cleaning up, it doesn’t exist.
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Song Xiangyang's nursery is a nursery near Jicheng University.
This is a nursery provided by the machinery factory for their families. In addition to the children of factory employees, it also accepts children from outside.
All you need to provide is your work permit and a letter of introduction.
The price is slightly higher than other nurseries, but the food is good. It is not like other places where they force the children to behave themselves or let them play wildly.
There are more than a dozen teachers in the machinery factory nursery, or you can call them aunties.
In addition to being gentle and loving children, they also teach children some skills, such as weaving bamboo baskets, knitting sweaters, screwing screws, etc.
Children who don't like to do these things will be allowed to choose the activities they want to participate in.
After all, it is the most profitable large factory, and its facilities are quite good compared to kindergartens at that time.
Song Xiangyang spent a day adapting to the new environment. Apart from not having any familiar friends, everything else was fine.
He really likes the mechanical assembly activity in the nursery. He can turn a bunch of parts and screws into his favorite toys according to his own wishes, and he feels a sense of accomplishment every day.
Liu Qingqing sent her child home early before school, and took her child home directly after school in the afternoon.
From then on, the small dormitory group was reduced to just three people.
Huang Huaixiang and the others didn't know how to discuss it, so they pooled their money to buy meat and vegetables on the weekend, and ran to Liu Qingqing's house, clamoring to "warm the pot" for her.
This was the first time Liu Qingqing heard of the custom of "warming the pot" before moving.
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