After lunch, Liu Qingqing went back to her room to take a nap. Song Jinglin cleaned up the mess and then watched TV with his son.
Liu Qingqing ignored their temporary excitement.
The weather is hot, and her face will be fluffy when she wakes up.
In addition to the red bean paste buns to give as gifts, she also planned to chop meat and steam a few pork and green onion buns.
Cooking some soup in the evening is a very delicious meal.
Song Jinglin heard the "dangdangdang" sound of chopping stuffing in the kitchen. He didn't care about watching TV with his son and hurried over to help: "Wife, let me chop it."
Liu Qingqing smiled gently and waved her hand to make room for him.
The red bean paste buns made by Liu Qingqing are quite small. Small and exquisite ones are popular here, so Liu Qingqing did the same.
After steaming them all, she checked the number and planned to give one to each family as a token of appreciation.
At that time, people usually gave some sugar and cakes as gifts. Her bean paste buns made of flour were also very popular. The amount given out was not too much, but not too little either.
This building was newly built to accommodate new residents and was not fully populated. Liu Qingqing asked about the neighbors' situation while delivering the items.
Lu Simei took the paper bag from Liu Qingqing and pulled her into the house. "Sister, I made some rice noodles at home. I'll bring you a bowl later."
When I entered the house and saw Pan Youde, I realized that the two were from the same family.
There was also a teenage boy at home who took the red bean paste bun from his mother and thanked her happily, "Thank you, Auntie."
Liu Qingqing curved her eyebrows and said, "Sister-in-law, your child is really polite."
"This naughty kid has a heart for food." Lv Simei came out with a bowl of fried noodles and said with a smile, "This is my eldest son, Pan Wenhao. Haozi, tell your sister to call him out and say hello to Auntie."
Before Pan Wenhao could respond, a pair of little girls, about four or five years old, twins, ran out from the inner room.
They don't look very similar, but they can be clearly distinguished.
"Auntie."
Liu Qingqing smiled and took out three pieces of fruit candy from her pocket and handed one to each person.
Pan Wenhao blushed a little: "Auntie, I'm old enough to not eat candy."
"Auntie is giving it to you, just take it."
Lu Simei clapped everyone and said, "Hurry up and thank them." She turned and introduced her two daughters, Dashuang and Xiaoshuang. They were born on this side of the family, and their personalities are nothing like those of the children on my side of the family."
"Sister-in-law, where are you from?" Lu Simei asked enthusiastically, and Liu Qingqing was happy to chat with her for a while.
"I'm from Jizhou. I didn't like it very much when I first came here as a child, but you see, I got used to the local food over time. Habits really can change people..." Lu Simei is a very talkative person. Once she starts a topic, she can say a lot of things.
Pan Youde coughed twice to interrupt his wife's chatter.
My wife never stops talking about someone, and she doesn't even consider whether the other person has other things to do.
Lu Simei smiled insincerely: "Look at me, my mouth just can't stop. Sister, bring it back and try it."
The following ones are some enthusiastic and some a little cold.
If anyone is willing to talk more, she will ask more questions.
If the attitude is average, just go through the motions.
According to the information she had inquired about, there was an uncivilized custom in the military district here that new residents of the family compound would treat acquaintances to a meal.
This is different from the atmosphere on the other side of the west.
Liu Qingqing thought it might be because the conditions in the Huating garrison were more challenging, as if every ten miles had different customs. Furthermore, it had been over eight years since she had first joined the army. The conditions had become increasingly complex, and they were no longer the same as they were in the early days.
Song Jinglin really didn't understand the concept of treating people to a meal: "Let me ask around first." He hadn't started working yet, so he needed to get to know the people for a while before inviting people to dinner. There was no rush.
The next day, the father and son went to school and work.
Liu Qingqing, as a graduate of a rural-military university, had a letter of introduction from a former textile factory.
You can choose which factory is near you.
However, she didn't really want to work in a machinery factory-like environment.
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