As soon as Lu Chen finished his work, he rushed to the supply and marketing cooperative to find Cheng Mingyue.
He stared wide-eyed and searched the crowd for a long time, but still couldn't see Cheng Mingyue.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered that Cheng Mingyue had mentioned buying some books for the two little ones, so he hurriedly turned around and ran to the bookstore.
However, when he looked around in the bookstore, he sadly realized that Cheng Mingyue might have already returned home and had no intention of waiting for him.
"This heartless little girl!" Lu Chen was so angry that his teeth itched, and his heart was filled with a sense of loss.
In desperation, he could only go to the state-owned restaurant to find something to eat.
However, the taste of the food here was completely different from what Cheng Mingyue cooked. After he reluctantly took a few bites, he really couldn't swallow it.
Finally, when he left, he bought a portion of braised pork and some meat buns to take back.
On the other side, Cheng Mingyue was picked up home by the village chief on a bicycle.
After the village chief and the village party secretary finished discussing the matter of Widow Wang, they lay down comfortably at home to rest. Not long after, they heard the sound of a bicycle bell coming from outside the yard.
The village chief jumped up from the bed, put on his shoes and rushed out the door.
When I went out, I saw Cheng Xiangdong riding a bicycle. He was grinning so happily that he could hardly close his mouth.
Cheng Xiaolong sat on the front beam, and Cheng Xiaohu sat on the back seat. The two little guys were also very happy, and kept shouting: "Let's ride a bicycle!"
Behind the bicycle followed a group of villagers who came to watch the fun.
After Cheng Xiangdong stopped his bicycle and picked up the two little ones, the village chief couldn't wait to pull him over and ask, "Xiangdong, where did you get this bicycle?"
"We bought it at home." Cheng Xiangdong still grinned foolishly.
"Shut your big mouth!" The village chief was furious when he heard this, but after thinking about it for a while, he knew that the bicycle must have been bought by Cheng Mingyue.
But the village chief was still a little unhappy. Although his daughter Yue'er had some money now, there would be many places to spend money in the future. How could he let her spend it like this?
But now there were so many people gathered around that the village chief couldn't scold his son anymore. He could only frown and ask, "Why didn't Yue'er come back?"
After asking this question, the village chief felt that his question was very stupid. The girl definitely didn't know how to ride a bicycle, which gave Xiangdong, the big fool, an advantage.
The village chief didn't even wait for Cheng Xiangdong to answer, and rode away on his bicycle. He had to hurry to pick up his daughter Yue'er.
The village chief was riding his bicycle and was in such a good mood.
Let’s put it this way, with today’s living standards, if a family has a bicycle, how enviable it would be!
The anger in the village chief's heart had long disappeared, and now he was only happy.
By the time the village chief met with them, Cheng Mingyue really couldn't walk anymore. She felt like her legs were about to break, and the fat on her legs was trembling, making it impossible for her to even take a step.
Originally, Cheng Mingyue wanted to be polite to everyone, but in the end, she didn't even have the energy to be polite.
The road from the village to the town was a bumpy dirt road. Cheng Mingyue sat on the iron frame of the bicycle's back seat, her butt almost broken into pieces, and she couldn't stop crying.
Fortunately, riding a bicycle was much faster than walking, and she arrived home in no time.
Cheng Mingyue sat down on the stool, rubbing her buttocks constantly, grimacing in pain.
There were many villagers surrounding the bicycle outside the door, asking questions and touching it.
"How much is your bicycle?"
“Is riding a bicycle much faster than walking?”
"How could your family afford to buy a bicycle?"
“…”
Cheng Xiangdong patiently answered all kinds of questions.
The villagers touched here and there, and their envious eyes could not be hidden.
The village chief was watching from the side, his brows furrowed, fearing that someone might be too rough and damage his bicycle.
After sending everyone away, the village chief slammed the gate shut and said in a serious tone, "Yue'er, you have to be frugal and careful in your life.
How will Lu Zhiqing dare to leave money with you if you spend money like this? And how can others be happy with you spending so much?
Don't be confused!"
Cheng Mingyue smiled and replied, "Dad, I understand. I won't waste money indiscriminately anymore."
Cheng Mingyue agreed readily, but she didn't take it seriously at all.
She was spending her own money and could spend it however she wanted. It was not Lu Chen's turn to say anything.
As soon as the village chief saw Cheng Mingyue's expression, he knew that she didn't hear a word he said.
The village chief couldn't bear to scold Cheng Mingyue, so he could only vent his anger on Cheng Xiangdong who was still grinning.
"Your sister is ignorant and you don't know how to persuade her. You have grown so big for nothing!"
“…I…I…”
Who did I offend?
Cheng Xiangdong felt very aggrieved and kept muttering in his heart: Besides, my sister has such a bad temper, it’s useless no matter how much I say.
"My mother agreed to buy it, you can't blame me!"
Cheng Xiangdong said this and led the two children into the kitchen.
village head:"……"
He suddenly felt that he had no say in this family.
No one, big or small, listens to him anymore.
Seeing the village chief being humiliated, Cheng Mingyue couldn't stop laughing. Afraid of angering her father again, she quickly hid in the kitchen to cook.
Cheng Mingyue just glanced at the time and it was already 1:30 in the afternoon.
Cheng Mingyue got up early in the morning and didn't eat much, so her stomach was already rumbling with hunger.
Cheng Mingyue hadn't decided what to cook yet, so Cheng Xiaohu pulled her arm and said coquettishly:
"Aunt, I want to eat the noodles you made last time. They were delicious. I want to eat more."
Cheng Xiaolong also gave up his pride and pulled Cheng Mingyue's other arm, "Yes, little aunt, I want to eat noodles and fish too. The fish soup that grandma and the others made last night was so awful and smelled so fishy."
Although Cheng Xiangdong agreed with his son's words, he still slapped him lightly and scolded him with a smile: "Even if it tastes bad, you still drink less."
After saying that, he licked his face and looked at Cheng Mingyue, "Yue'er, I want to eat hand-rolled noodles too."
Well, she just considered it as losing weight.
The last time Cheng Mingyue made hand-rolled noodles, her arms were sore for the whole afternoon, and finally she got better after soaking in spiritual spring water.
This is also related to the fact that the original owner didn't like to exercise. His arms were full of fat and they would feel sore if he moved a little.
That is to say, Cheng Mingyue often takes spiritual spring baths and has been exercising a lot more recently, so the flesh on her arms has become a little tighter.
Cheng Mingyue was very happy when she mentioned this. She found that she seemed to have lost a little weight.
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