Unlimited supplies: Bringing space to the supermarket to keep the right minister

Chapter 87 Lotus Logo
What Yu Xiaolian could do was to reassure Sun and Yu Changhe that she would never go to Su Jingchen's kang again.

Later, he tried his best to dissuade Yu Changhe's idea of ​​building a wall.

Really tired!

The so-called different seats for men and women at seven years old is feudal dross to Yu Xiaolian.

But there is no way, whoever makes her live in ancient times where the defense of men and women is greater than the sky, has to abide by this.

When Yu Xiaolian returned to the West Room, she heard Mrs. Sun still persuading the angry Yu Changhe, "Lian'er is still young, she is only ten years old, what is wrong with her, you can teach her slowly.

Don't let the child think that since I'm pregnant, you won't love her for picking it up. "

Yu Changhe said angrily, "I'm angry with that kid Su Jingchen, our little pity doesn't understand, doesn't he understand even if he's a scholar? I don't like this guy!"

After hearing it clearly, Yu Xiaolian secretly called out for Su Jingchen.

Thinking of Su Jingchen's surprised eyes and slightly moving lips when she took off her shoes and got on the kang, she felt that Su Jingchen seemed to want to say something, but when she looked over with a suspicious face, Su Jingchen regained his indifferent expression. look like.

Fortunately, at the time, she thought that Su Jingchen disliked her smelly feet, and explained that her feet were not smelly.

Oh, it's really...

Yu Xiaolian scratched her head, feeling ashamed.

In the early morning of the next day, after the waiter sent by Shopkeeper Hai took away the pastries and preserves, Yu Xiaolian's family of three began to eat breakfast.

Yu Changhe made the breakfast, boiled porridge and eggs, plus oily salted duck eggs and refreshing mustard shreds from the supermarket.

After breakfast, while Yu Xiaolian was washing the dishes, Aunt Li took a thick stack of written labels and brought them to Yu Xiaolian.

Yu Xiaolian quickly dried her hands, thanked Aunt Li, and took the label paper.

After delivering the things, Aunt Li went back through the arch.

Yu Xiaolian flipped through the note papers, and the patterns on each paper were astonishing and pleasing to the eye like print.

But why did Su Jingchen draw a lotus flower for her?
When Yu Xiaolian was wondering, she happened to see the note Su Jingchen had tucked in it.

Su Jingchen believes that every product should have its own unique logo, so that it is not easy to be counterfeited by others.

So Su Jingyue specially designed a logo for her products?

What Su Jingchen designed was a lotus pattern, he probably thought that the Lian in her name was the lotus of the lotus.

Su Jingchen asked Yu Xiaolian for her opinion on the note, and if she thought it was okay, Su Jingchen would carve this pattern into a seal, and just stamp it on the label in the future.

How can Yu Xiaolian disagree with this ready-made good thing delivered to your door?
Must agree!

Who can resist the logo designed by Mr. Shoufu himself?

It's just... Yu Xiaolian looked at the thickness of the label paper. It seemed that she took so much yesterday. This guy finished writing all in one night. He is really a man of action.

Could it be that this guy didn't sleep all night?
Yu Xiaolian felt that since she had done us such a great favor, we had no choice but to express it, otherwise it would appear that she didn't know how to reciprocate.

You have to send something to say thank you.

What can I give you?
This time she had to think carefully, and she couldn't make any mistakes and make Su Jingchen laugh at her for not knowing etiquette.

Advertisers usually send products to the spokesperson, so it's fine for her to send daily chemicals to the designer.

Save worry and money.

Well, that's it, give Su Jingchen a set of toiletries.

Yu Xiaolian had just packed a men's toiletries package for Su Jingchen when Sun found Yu Xiaolian.

"It's said that the harvest this autumn is not good. It is estimated that half of the rice is shriveled. I don't know how your uncle's harvest is. Before the weather is too cold, why don't you go to Shanghewan with your father?" There was obvious worry on Sun's face.

"Didn't you say you will go back in the twelfth lunar month?"

"It's better not to wait for the twelfth lunar month. What if the snow falls too much before the New Year's Eve and we can't make the trip? Another one is that I am pregnant, and I want to let your grandma know as soon as possible. She is looking forward to me having a child, and she is eagerly looking forward to it. "

After speaking, Mrs. Sun paused with a look of embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "Actually... I want to take your grandma over to live with me, but I'm afraid your father won't agree. There is no reason to live with my daughter."

Yu Xiaolian said, "Mother, you haven't told my father, how do you know he disagrees? My father is not unreasonable."

Sun sighed, "You still don't know your father, although he doesn't mention your grandparents, but he still misses them in his heart.

If I opened my mouth and said that I was going to pick up your grandma, your father would definitely feel uncomfortable. As a son, he didn't raise his own parents, but raised his daughter-in-law's parents. How can there be such a reason? "

Alas, feudal and old-fashioned thinking really kills people, and foolish filial piety is even more terrible.

Yu Xiaolian thought that after a series of events, Yu Changhe had completely broken up with Mrs. Yu and the others in his heart, but he didn't want him to still miss them.

That's right, those are Yu Changhe's biological parents after all, and Yu Changhe is soft-hearted.

Fortunately, they were in Yangcheng, far away from Hewan Village, otherwise, if Old Madam Yu and the others were crying and making trouble, Yu Changhe would have forgiven them long ago.

If Yu Changhe went back to Shanghewan to see Mrs. Sun with her, he would inevitably want to go back to Hewan Village to see his parents. Then wouldn't she be able to stop him?

And I heard from Jiang Lin that Yu Zishu could find them, so what should I do?
It must never be delivered to your door automatically.

The best way is for her to go back alone and let Yu Changhe stay at home.

After thinking about it again and again, Yu Xiaolian leaned closer to Sun and whispered to her.

Sun nodded, "Mother listens to you, this is the only way to do it."

Yu Xiaolian chose some sandwich biscuits and soft cakes for Mrs. Sun in the supermarket.

Bags of white sugar and brown sugar were cut open, and two bags were wrapped in oiled paper, and two cloth bags were filled with rice and white flour.

Sun asked Yu Xiaolian to go to the street to buy two bolts of cloth and two large bales of cotton.

She planned to make a new cotton coat for Mrs. Sun and her little nephew.

Yu Changhe felt sorry for Mrs. Sun's tiredness, and kept complaining, saying that he could just send the things and let Mrs. Xu do it himself.

Mrs. Sun shook her head and refused, Mrs. Xu could make it for others, but her mother must not be able to wear new cotton padded clothes.

She had to make a thicker set for her old mother, and a set for her little nephew. Mrs. Sun has always loved this little nephew very much.

Mrs. Sun started to make cotton clothes from dawn to dusk, but she would not listen to Yu Changhe's persuasion.

At night, when the oil lamp was dim, Mrs. Sun's hand was pricked by a needle, and she groaned in pain.

Yu Changhe hurried over, "Are you all right?"

Sun put her finger into her mouth and sucked it, "It's okay. You will go back to Shanghewan tomorrow, and I have to finish everything I say tonight. Go to sleep first, and leave me alone."

After speaking, he picked up the needle and thread and continued to do it.

Yu Changhe stared at Sun's ups and downs of needlework, lost in thought.

In fact, he was also tangled in his heart, should he go back and see his parents.

Thinking of his parents' unfeeling towards his family, Yu Changhe hated him, but thinking about his parents, appearing from time to time, also made him uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)