"This is our eldest son, right? He has such a nice face. Come and let auntie touch him."
Song Xiangyang dodged quickly. The familiar man, not knowing who he was, came up and called out to his son: "Mom, help!"
The baby voice made several people laugh, but Liu Qingqing would not tolerate the unruly Huang Huaixiang. She picked up her son and gave him enough sense of security.
Song Xiangyang was in a high position and immediately acted like a bully. He looked at the strange aunt who wanted to touch him with a smug look, full of provocation.
"Oh, this little guy..."
As soon as Song Xiangyang saw it, he buried his head in Liu Qingqing's arms: "Mom!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
At the end of April, Old Mrs. Liu took the train to Jicheng alone.
She is not afraid of taking the train. She is just an old woman and no one will pay attention to her.
Liu Qingqing specially arranged a ticket for her, calculating that it would arrive on the weekend so that she could be picked up at the station conveniently.
"Hey, my dear, I'm here!" Old Mrs. Liu crossed her legs and waved her hands.
Song Xiangyang was also very excited to see his grandma. He had just seen her during the Chinese New Year a while ago and he had not forgotten it yet. He secretly gave candy to his grandma without letting his mother know.
When the three of them met up, Old Lady Liu sighed, "This Jicheng Railway Station is different. It's too far from the main gate. If I didn't go out so often, I wouldn't even be able to find my way around."
"Didn't I tell you not to carry so many things? Why are you still carrying such a big bag?" Liu Qingqing took the bag and hung it on the handlebars of the bicycle. It was quite heavy.
"I didn't take too much, I just needed it."
Song Xiangyang was arranged to sit on the big bar, and he pouted a little. He hated sitting on the big bar the most.
Old Mrs. Liu waited for Liu Qingqing to get on the bike, then she swiftly moved her calves and ran two steps to get on the back seat.
Liu Qingqing shook the handlebars of the bike for a while.
"My dear, you are not good enough. You haven't mastered it in all these years..."
Liu Qingqing pursed her lips and said, "Yes, Mom, you better hold on tight. I haven't practiced for a long time, and my technique is not good. I might fall into the ditch."
Old Mrs. Liu held on to the seat tightly, her eyes fixed on the ground, ready to jump out of the car at any time.
Following the old girl into the slum, the old lady kept clicking her tongue.
She glanced around, and when she saw that no one was around, she leaned her head over to mutter, "I thought Jicheng was so prosperous, but this is nothing, it's not even as good as the house in our village that has been renovated."
At first glance, I saw the mess.
The house my daughter rents is too small. It’s not even as big as the little nest in Wuning.
But when she came out of the state-owned restaurant, her idea changed.
The house is shabby, but this big place is extraordinary, and the chef there is no ordinary chef.
I heard that there used to be a high-grade chef who could really intimidate the old woman.
She felt that the cooking standards of the Empress Dowager Cixi were similar to those of her chef.
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Liu Qingqing felt that the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University was inexplicable and completely different from what she had imagined.
Although there were fewer criticism meetings this semester, new activities came up soon.
They had to get up at four o'clock to harvest wheat in the severely damaged orchard behind the school.
Fortunately, Old Mrs. Liu arrived, otherwise she would not know how to send the children to school.
Huang Huaixiang smelled the familiar stench and turned around with a depressed look: "Liu Qingqing, did you know that we would come here to work?"
Did you come to this park specifically to see it? Are you familiar with the terrain?
Liu Qingqing glanced at her and was speechless.
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