The Green Tea’s Crushing Victories in the ’70s

Tong Xuelu wanted to cry, why did she encounter such embarrassing things every time?

But as long as she is not embarrassed, it is the little milk dog who is embarrassed.

Tong Xuelu smiled: "Comrade Wen, why are you here?"

Wen Rugui met her misty eyes, his heart beating like thunder.

She said he looks good!

Good-looking!

good looking!

Look!

Does this mean that in her heart, he is actually different from others?

When Tong Xuelu watched him look straight at him, he felt bad. Isn't he angry?

"Comrade Wen, I was joking just now. The gui I just said was not your name, I was talking about the tortoise of the tortoise."

As soon as he spoke, Tong Xuelu wanted to smoke herself.

What are you talking about, the more you explain, the less decent it is.

She coughed: "I was wrong again just now. I was talking about Osmanthus osmanthus. I want to name this dog Xiaogui. What do you think?"

Wen Rugui: "!!!"

In fact, he didn't hear what she said just now. As soon as he heard her complimenting his good looks, his heart beat, and he could no longer hear other voices.

Only after listening to her explanation did she react. Did she just want to name this dog Xiaogui?

Even a puppy has to take his name, can he think that she actually has that meaning to him?

Thinking of this, his face turned red, and his ears and neck instantly turned red.

Bang bang bang!

Wen Rugui was suddenly thankful that the two were a little apart, otherwise she would definitely hear her heartbeat.

When Tong Xuelu saw his face suddenly reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye, he was stunned.

Is it really angry?

Normally he is not like such a stingy person, but she is also wrong, so he and the puppy are tied together in a good way.

Tong Xuelu thought for a while, and decided to make up for it: "Think about the name Xiao Gui is not very good, Comrade Wen is very knowledgeable, would you like to help you choose a name?"

Wen Rugui came back to his senses, and suddenly his mind flashed: "Would you like to call Xiaolu?"

She gave him his name, and he should be named after her.

Tong Xuelu: "..." It's really unnecessary.

Tong Xuelu felt that he had met Wen Rugui again today, but he did not expect that under his gentle appearance, he was actually a black belly!

Wei Zhuzhu, who was standing by, was fascinated by her gentle beauty.

Suddenly he came back to his senses at this moment, and said suddenly, "Sister Xuelu said it was Xiaogui, this nice brother said it was Xiaolu, or should I call it Green Turtle together?"

Tong Xuelu: "..."

Green turtle? ?

What the **** is this!

No no, hurry up and put your thoughts back!

However, Wen Rugui's eyes lit up, as bright as stars in the night sky, and Tong Xuelu felt flustered.

Tong Xuelu hurriedly said, "I don't think it is better to call moon cakes."

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and she wants to eat moon cakes.

Wen Rugui felt a little regretful in his heart. In fact, he felt that "Lvgui" was really good.

But since she doesn't like it, let it be her.

When Tong Mianmian heard the moon cakes, he swallowed, and clapped his hands and said, "Moon cakes are delicious!"

Wei Zhuzhu wanted to eat mooncakes too, and nodded in agreement: "Then call it mooncakes. When the mooncakes grow up, they will be slaughtered and made into dog-meat-filled mooncakes."

Wen Rugui: "..."

Tong Xuelu: "..."

Little friend Wei Zhuzhu, if you say this astonishingly, there will be no friends.

The embarrassment is beyond surprise.

Tong Xuelu hurriedly washed the mooncakes clean, and then dried them with a dry cloth, and then let Wei Zhuzhu and Tong Mianmian hug it to bask in the sun, so as not to catch a cold.

After the moon cakes were washed, Wei Zhuzhu felt that its appearance had improved by leaps and bounds, and immediately abandoned the warmth, holding the moon cakes to bask in the sun.

Tong Mianmian kicked her short legs and followed him, and the two little girls whispered.

Tong Xuelu tidied up his things and asked what he had just said again: "Why did Comrade Wen go back to Beijing today? Is the base on holiday?"

Wen Rugui walked over to help her clean up, shook his head and said: "No, the Jiang family's verdict came out today, so I asked for leave."

Tong Xuelu was startled: "Jiang family? The Jiang family you mentioned is the same Jiang family I thought, right?"

Wen Rugui nodded: "It's the same family, Jiang Huarong."

Tong Xuelu was even more confused: "Does he also offend Comrade Wen you?"

Wen Rugui Rumo's eyes stared at her, thinking of what the old man said, an impulse surged in his heart.

The surrounding air suddenly became hot, as if a factor that made people blush and heartbeat was permeating.

Tong Xuelu was a little baffling when he was seen, and listened to him in the next moment—

"He didn't offend me, but he offended you."

"Boom".

Tong Xuelu's heart seemed to be knocked lightly by something: "The Jiang family has been reported by someone. Couldn't it be Comrade Wen who are doing your best?"

The glow of the setting sun was like orange juice being kicked down, dyeing the entire sky red.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Wen Rugui's face, and his face seemed to be red again: "Yeah."

Then he drove himself to Beihe Province to find Jiang Danhong, how did he work together with his father and Piao Jianyi to drag Jiang Huarong down from the report.

What he said was objective and plain, without a trace of credit for himself, but he didn't need to say that Tong Xuelu could feel the thrills and hardships in it.

He went to Beihe Province after leaving her home. He only came back from a business trip at that time. His face was exhausted and his voice was still tired and dumb, but for her affairs, he ran all the way to Beihe Province.

Tong Xuelu seemed to be stuffed with jujube, sweet and sour.

"Thank you, Comrade Wen!"

Before Xiao's mother told her about the Jiang family, she thought it was Jiang Huarong who had offended someone, and she was grateful for the evil to be rewarded.

She didn't expect that it was not God's eye, that it was artificially pushed from beginning to end.

The person who promotes it is not someone else, but a gentle one.

"you are welcome."

Her misty apricot eyes were shiny and grateful to him, Wen Rugui was watched by her, and her heartbeat speeded up again.

Tong Xuelu glanced over his red eartips, her face narrowed and said: "Comrade Wen, are you so kind to everyone?"

Wen Rugui was startled, and the next moment he stammered: "No, no, I am only so kind to you."

As soon as the words were spoken, Wen Rugui reacted to these words like Meng Lang: "I didn't mean that..."

Tong Xuelu raised her eyebrows slightly: "What does Comrade Wen mean? Does Comrade Wen help other lesbians like this?"

Wen Rugui shook his head repeatedly: "No, I didn't help other lesbians." Never.

Tong Xuelu looked at him as nervous as a primary school student facing the teacher, and finally couldn't help but laughed out: "Comrade Wen, don't be nervous, I was joking with you. I am very happy to hear you say that!"

The sunset fell on her face, staining her cheeks red.

Wen Rugui stared at her face, unable to move his eyes away.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door and an unfamiliar male voice—

"Joozhu, are you in there?"

Before Tong Xuelu could react, Wei Zhuzhu on the other end called out, "My ugly brother is coming to me!"

After speaking, she left Tong Mianmian and ran to open the door.

Tong Xuelu's curiosity could not help being aroused, and the previously ambiguous atmosphere was also wiped out.

After a while, Wei Zhuzhu walked in with a tall boy.

The boy is about seventeen or eighteen years old. He is tall, with good features and not ugly at all, but his skin is a bit dark.

Seeing Tong Xuelu, he paused for a while, and then showed a shy look on his face: "Hello, you should be Comrade Tong, right? I'm Wei Zhuzhu's eldest brother, and my name is Wei Ran."

Tong Xuelu smiled and responded: "Hello, my name is Tong Xuelu. I usually hear Grandma Shen and Zhuzhu mention you!"

Wei Zhuzhu interrupted, "Sister Xuelu, do you think my elder brother looks ugly? I always think he was picked up by my grandma!"

Everyone: "..."

Tong Xuelu almost laughed.

Wei Ran flushed even more, and looked down at his sister: "Don't talk nonsense, you are brothers and sisters of the same father and mother. If I look ugly, you are just as ugly!"

Wei Zhuzhu's eyes widened, as if she was shocked by this recognition: "You are talking nonsense, I look different from you again, and I, like Sister Xuelu, are both great beauties!"

Tong Xuelu found it very interesting to watch the two siblings fight each other.

Wen Rugui's brows frowned slightly inaudible, and his heart beat a little bit.

When Wei Ran saw Tong Xuelu's smile, his face turned red.

He passed the bag and vegetables in his hand and said, "My grandma asked me to bring it here."

Tong Xuelu took a look, and there was a white dress in the bag.

The dress was made two days ago, but the waist circumference was a bit inappropriate. Shen Wanrong was determined to make it flawless, so she brought it over now.

Tong Xuelu thanked: "Go back and help me say thank you to your grandma."

Wei Ran didn't dare to look at her face, so he responded and took Wei Zhuzhu home.

Seeing Wei Ran leaving, Wen Rugui secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Tong Xuelu looked at the sky and said, "Comrade Wen, don't you just have dinner here tonight?"

Wen Rugui paused and nodded: "Okay, then I will trouble you."

"No trouble."

**

After this period of practice, Tong Jiaxin can barely ride a bicycle.

However, his feet were not long enough, so he could only ride on the horizontal bar, and the two brothers stepped on one part of the road on the way back.

Back in the alley, it was Tong Jiaming's turn to ride again.

Tong Jiaming suddenly wanted to see if he could carry people now, so he turned back and said to Tong Jia: "Sit up and I will take you."

Tong Jiaxin stared, "Can you do it?"

Men cannot be said to be no good, and the same goes for boys.

Tong Jiaming was agitated for a moment, and was suddenly aroused to win and lose: "You come up soon!"

Seeing that his second brother was so confident, Tong Jiaxin jumped up to sit in the back seat and shouted "It's okay!"

There are more people behind, and the bike is heavier.

Tong Jiaming almost couldn't hold the bicycle, he used the force of feeding, his face flushed, and then he rode crookedly.

Seeing that the second brother can really carry people, Tong Jiaxin couldn't help but said with joy: "Second brother, you can carry people, great, then we go to school..."

Before he finished speaking, the front of the car suddenly crooked.

There was a "bang".

The man and the car fell to the ground together.

The two brothers inhaled again and again.

Tong Jiaming got up, ignoring the bleeding of his knees, and was about to ask his brother if there was anything wrong.

But before he spoke, he heard Tong Jiaxin's heartache and said: "The bicycle was broken, brother, it's all your fault! Don't be aggressive if you can carry people!"

Tong Jiaming: "..."

Dare in his eyes, his brother is not as valuable as a bicycle?

The truth is so cruel.

In Tong Jiaxin's view, bicycles are his big treasure.

He couldn't even take care of his wounds. He supported the bicycle and found that the front of the car was crooked, which made him feel bad.

When the two returned home, Tong Xuelu soon learned that they had been thrown down while riding a bicycle.

But she didn't say anything. Boy, with thick skin and thick skin, it's okay to fall.

The Wei family sent a few taro. She planned to make a Hakka stuffed tofu, garlic green vegetables, and a candied taro.

She used a spoon to dig a hole in the tofu, stuffed the cooked meat into it, and put it in the pan to fry.

After frying until golden brown on both sides, add a small amount of water and various seasonings, and simmer until the juice is collected.

Wen Rugui helped to peel the taro, but his eyes fell on her from time to time.

She is quick to cook and her expression is very focused, just like when he did the experiment.

Seeing that the two had such a common ground, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lifted up.

Tong Xuelu noticed his gaze, turned around and smiled: "Comrade Wen, be careful, don't cut your hand."

Wen Rugui came back to his senses, and the tips of his ears were slightly red: "Well, it was an accident last time. I actually... quite good at cooking."

He always remembered what she said in his heart, but when he said this, he felt a little guilty in his heart.

Compared with her, his cooking skills are really not enough.

Tong Xuelu didn't know a word that made him think so much, and she curled her lips: "Well, if you have the opportunity in the future, then you have to try Comrade Wen's craft!"

Wen Rugui's heart moved and nodded: "There will be a chance!"

After Tong Xuelu made Hakka stuffed tofu, he began to make garlic stir-fried vegetables.

After the greens are ready, wash the pot again to prepare the taro.

Here Wen Rugui has cut the taro into small pieces, and Tong Xuelu put the oil down.

It takes a bit of oil and sugar to make candied taro. If it is in normal times, she would definitely not do it, but she owes too much warmth.

At the moment she can't do it yet, the only thing she can do is to make good food for him.

After the oil was hot, she put the taro to fry until it was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. After the taro was fried, the sugar was then boiled.

After the sugar has frothed, pour the fried taro into it and stir-fry evenly, and then it is ready to be plated.

The kitchen was filled with a charming fragrance, Wen Rugui was not hungry at first. At this moment, I was aroused by my appetite and couldn't help swallowing a few times.

Tong Xuelu picked up a piece of toasted taro and turned to Wen Rugui and said, "Comrade Wen, you can try the taste and see if it is sweet enough?"

Wen Rugui looked at the chopsticks she handed over, his heart choked, and then his heart beat thunderous again.

This time, because the two stood closer, Tong Xuelu heard his heartbeat, and the smile in his eyes grew thicker.

"Comrade Wen?"

Tong Xuelu shouted, holding back a smile.

Wen Rugui came back to his senses, and the roots of his ears were red: "I will just clip it myself."

Tong Xuelu was not surprised by his answer. If he dared to eat with her hand, he would not blush at every turn.

She handed the chopsticks over: "Here."

When Wen Rugui took the chopsticks, his fingers accidentally rubbed hers, and his hand trembled and the chopsticks almost fell to the ground.

Tong Xuelu glanced over his **** red ears, and decided not to tease him.

Seeing Tong Xuelu turned around, Wen Rugui felt able to breathe.

Toasted taro is tender on the outside and tender on the inside. The taro is soft and glutinous, and the skin on the outside is delicate and sweet. A bite is sweet from the mouth to the heart.

Tong Xuelu turned around with the vegetables in his hand and asked him: "How does Comrade Wen taste?"

Wen Rugui: "It's delicious."

Tong Xue's green lips curled up: "You can eat as much as you like."

"Boom boom!"

The answer to Tong Xuelu's heartbeat was still as gentle as thunder.

Tong Xuelu asked Tong Jiaming and Tong Jiaxin to come over to serve the dishes, and then prepared to deliver one of the candied taro to the next door Wei family.

Wen Rugui remembered Wei Ran's blushing smile at Tong Xuelu, and squeezed the chopsticks in his hand: "Comrade Tong, is this going to send something to the next door?"

Tong Xuelu nodded.

Wen Rugui's eyelashes trembled lightly: "It's dark, why don't you let your two brothers pass."

Two younger brothers:? ?

Are they not afraid of the dark?

Tong Xuelu felt that it didn't matter who sent it over. Since he said so, let Tong Jiaming and Tong Jiaxin send it over.

Tong Jiaming is okay, but Tong Jia's confidence is full of whispers.

This time, how much delay he had to eat!

He ran to Wei's house quickly, and then came back for dinner with another gust of wind.

Hakka stuffed tofu, the tofu is tender and fragrant. The pork is mixed with shiitake mushrooms.

Tong Jiaxin poured the tofu soup into the rice and gobbled it up.

Like Wen Rugui, Tong Mianmian likes the silky taro the most.

Tong Xuelu poked her a piece of taro with chopsticks.

The little dumpling is holding the chopsticks, eating with a bulging mouth, like a little squirrel, too cute.

After dinner, the two brothers went to wash the dishes.

Tong Xuelu took out the many toasted taro and the dried chrysanthemum made last time for Wen Rugui to take home.

When he arrived at the door, Tong Xuelu looked at him and said, "Does Comrade Wen know what day is next Saturday?"

Wen Rugui shook his head: "I don't know."

Next Sunday is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he really doesn't know what day is the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Tong Xuelu: "It's my birthday. I plan to invite Comrade Wen, Comrade Park, and that Jiang Danhong to the house for dinner that day. I wonder if you are willing to show your face?"

She admired Jiang Danhong's tenacity and perseverance very much. If it was her, she might not have done as well as her.

Now that she is alone in Beijing, she has to face the rumors around her. She wants to do something for this poor woman.

And she thinks Jiang Danhong is a very intelligent person.

Although Jiang Huarong is guilty, in many people's eyes she is righteous and violent, especially when the Jiang family raised her since she was a child, there will always be some mothers who feel that she is ruthless and selfish.

If only reporting Jiang Huarong is okay, then she will also report her father-in-law and husband. Once the news spreads, the pressure she will face will be very scary.

She guessed this too, so she handed over the dowry to the country, and only chose the most common one for her work.

It is impossible for one person to occupy all the benefits. She handed over the dowry, which can not only put an end to the enthusiasm of other people, but also leave a good impression in the hearts of those leaders.

If you need help in the future, someone will help out because of her character.

Wen Rugui apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that it was your birthday, I will definitely come over."

After speaking, he paused: "But Comrade Jiang doesn't know if she will come."

Tong Xuelu waved her hand: "It's okay, you ask her, if she wants to come over, don't force her to come."

Wen Rugui let out an "um", and his eyelashes drooped slightly: "For birthdays, does Comrade Tong have any special gifts to look forward to?"

Tong Xuelu was about to speak, and Tong Mianmian, who was on the side, sniffed and said: "My sister wants a military coat!"

Wen Rugui reacted quickly this time, nodding and saying, "Okay."

Tong Xuelu hurriedly said, "Comrade Wen, please don't bother, and you don't want to buy anything, just come over."

She sighed casually when she came over with the clothes that day, but Tong Mianmian would have remembered it unexpectedly.

Wen Rugui glanced at her: "No trouble."

After Wen Rugui left, Tong Xuelu closed the wooden door tightly, and looked back to see the little dumpling with his head hanging down, grieving.

She walked over and rubbed her head: "What's wrong with Mianmian? Why are you slumping?"

Tong Mianmian raised his head, blinking his big eyes and cautiously said: "Sister, did Mianmian say something wrong?"

Tong Xuelu squatted down and kissed her white tender cheek: "Mianmian didn't say anything wrong, and my sister didn't blame you."

I don't know if it was because of the early death of her parents. She felt that the Tong family's three siblings were more sensitive than ordinary children.

When Tong Mianmian heard the words, his big eyes lit up, and he hugged his sister's face and kissed him back.

**

Wen Rugui returned to the military compound.

Old Man Wen saw him and said strangely: "Why are you still in the city? I thought you went back to the base!"

After speaking, before Wen Rugui could answer, he saw the bag in his hand.

Old man Wen raised his brows and said: "What are you holding in your hand? Why do I smell a scent?"

Wen Rugui: "It's a candied taro made by a friend."

A friend = tender grass.

Mr. Wen is very sensitive to the word friend now. When he hears his friend, he thinks of tender grass: "Isn't it made of tender grass? Bring it over and give me a taste!"

Wen Rugui knew that he couldn't keep it, so he took out the toasted taro.

Mr. Wen: "What's in that bag?"

"Dried chrysanthemums."

Hearing that it was dried chrysanthemum, Mr. Wen was not interested.

Wen Rugui took the dried chrysanthemum and prepared to go upstairs. He listened to Mr. Wen's words: "Did you make it clear to the young grass girl today?"

Wen Rugui did not say a word.

When Grandpa Wen saw him like this, there was nothing else he didn't understand: "You stinky boy, you eat and take. You owe people so much tender grass. Are you embarrassed not to agree with you?"

"..."

Wen Rugui suffocated his feet upstairs and almost kicked the stairs.

After Wenru returned to the stairs, Uncle Zong fryed the taro again, and then he was ready to eat.

Mr. Wen cared: "Xiaozong, the doctor said you have high blood sugar, just take one piece."

Uncle Zong: "..."

Commander, the person with high blood sugar is obviously you!

After taking a shower, Wen Rugui lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling without any sleep.

The old man's words "You like tender grass" echoed in his mind all the time.

Like, the two words rolled across my heart.

Tong Xuelu's smiling and beautiful face immediately appeared in his mind, and his heart began to jump wildly.

Return to base the next day.

As soon as he sat down, Zhou Yan came over: "Why did your kid ask for leave again?"

Wen Rugui: "There is something at home."

Zhou Yan walked in and just saw the dried chrysanthemum he had placed on the table: "It just so happens that my throat has been a little uncomfortable for the past two days. Give me some dried chrysanthemum."

He said he was going to get it, but before his hand touched, the dried chrysanthemum was quickly taken away by Wen Rugui and locked in the cabinet.

? ?

Zhou Yan: "Rugui, I found that you are really weird lately, so I didn't say anything about asking for leave all day long, and why did you become so stingy?"

Isn't it just a little bit of dried chrysanthemums, they have to be locked in the cabinet!

Wen Rugui took out Fatty Dahai from an unlocked cabinet and pushed it over and said, "Fatty Dahai works better. You can use it."

With Fat Dahai, Zhou Yan didn't worry about dried chrysanthemums anymore. After talking to him, he took Fat Dahai and wanted to leave.

Wen Rugui called to him: "Zhou Yan, how are you sure you like your partner?"

Zhou Yan showed a shocked look on his face: "Rugui, why are you asking this? Do you have a target?"

Wen Rugui blinked his eyelashes: "No, I have a friend. He doesn't know if he likes a girl, so I will help him to ask you."

Zhou Yan grinned, "Then you just asked the right person! Anyway, why is your friend so slow and doesn't you know if he likes someone alone?"

"To like someone is to want to see each other all the time, always thinking about each other, and seeing each other smiling, you will be happier than anyone else. If the other person encounters difficulties, you will be especially anxious and wish to help her get everything done!"

Wen Rugui's hand holding the enamel jar trembled, and the water almost spilled out.

Although his face was still indifferent, there was a storm in his heart.

What Zhou Yan said, he was all right!

In that case, he really likes Comrade Tong!

Zhou Yan looked at him in a daze, snapped his fingers in front of him: "What are you in a daze? Is there anything else you don't understand?"

Wen Rugui came back to his senses, and the tips of his ears were slightly red: "How did you determine the relationship between you and your partner?"

Zhou Yan's mouth was almost grinning: "It's not easy. Just talk about it. Girls are always a little bit shy. If we are men, we must be brave and direct!"

Zhou Yan acted as a love strategist with enthusiasm until he was sure that Wen Rugui had no other problems, and then he left with Fatty Dahai.

As soon as I walked to the office, I ran into Jiao Bohan who was walking over.

Jiao Boyan's eyes fell on the fat sea in his hand, his pupils shrinking.

Zhou Yan called out "Director Jiao", watching him stare at Fat Dahai in his hands, and explained: "This Fat Dahai is still the home of director Jiao. I just felt a little uncomfortable in my throat, so I told him. I want a little bit."

Jiao Bogan came back to his senses: "Pang Dahai is good for his throat."

After speaking, he patted Zhou Yan on the shoulder and turned away.

In the past few days, his wife mentioned his daughter and Wen Rugui in his ear from time to time. After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to come and test it today.

But seeing the Fat Dahai in Zhou Yan's hand just now, he felt that there was no need to ask again.

**

Tong Xuelu went to sign up for the master's certificate the next day, and the exam should be at the beginning of the month.

It is only in the middle of the month, and there will be more than half a month to the beginning of the next month. She told Liu Dongchang about the registration.

Liu Dongchang asked her to practice well, and she must get the certificate of the master.

Although there is no indicator of how much the state-owned hotel earns, but the leaders came to eat last time, and after they went back, they said something to them, and then the news spread. During the meeting, Liu Dongchang was named and praised once.

He was also rewarded with two enamel jars, which made him very excited.

He has been the manager of a state-owned hotel for five or six years, but he has never been praised, and the leader can't remember his name!

But now he is praised in front of hundreds of people, I don't know how many people envy him!

He thought about it for a day and decided to give Tong Xuelu one of the enamel jars to encourage her to cook well in the future.

When I walked to the door of the kitchen, there was a voice inside.

Meng Qingqing: "Xuelu, do you have an object?"

Tong Xuelu shook his head: "No, how about you?"

Meng Qingqing's face blushed slightly: "Neither do I, you...what kind of person do you like to be your object?"

Tong Xuelu thought for a while and said, "Ability and responsibility, and good-looking."

Meng Qingqing's eyes are bright: "You think the same as me! I also want to find a capable and responsible person with a Chinese character face!"

Tong Xuelu: "..."

I didn't say that I like the Chinese character face.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, Liu Dongchang trembled all over.

With the ability, as the manager of a state-run hotel, he does not know how many people envy him.

Responsible, he has always been a very responsible man, and now he will often give money to his elder sister.

With the national character face, he has never seen anyone with a face that is even more square than him!

Liu Dongchang pulled his hair a bit, and thought to himself, did both Tong Xuelu and Meng Qingqing fall in love with him?

Tong Xuelu and Meng Qingqing are both good girls.

Tong Xuelu is beautiful and good at cooking. Meng Qingqing looks a little worse, but she has both parents and two elder brothers in the family. Unlike Tong Xuelu whose parents have died, there are three younger siblings who need to be raised. .

Thinking of this, Liu Dongchang became tangled.

Which one should he choose?

Sometimes being too good is also a burden.

Next, Tong Xuelu found that Liu Dongchang's eyes fell on her and Meng Qingqing from time to time, nodding and frowning from time to time.

Like a lunatic wretched man.

Fortunately, he didn't harass them further, otherwise she would definitely hit him in the face with a punch.

Time flies quickly, and it's the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Because the next day is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the state-owned hotel will be closed for a holiday after noon, and will not reopen until Monday.

As employees of state-run restaurants, they each gave out one catty of pork and some vegetables, and two catties of rich flour.

The benefits are very good.

After work, she went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things with the grandma Shen next door.

Because of the festival, the supply and marketing agency was crowded with people, and the mooncakes were all robbed as soon as they were taken out.

They couldn't grab those people, and neither of them bought them.

This allowed Tong Xuelu to see once again how scarce the material is in this era. If it is put in later generations, there will be too many mooncakes to eat, and there will be no case that they can't be bought.

Other things were also very popular. In the end, Tong Xuelu only grabbed two catties of pig intestine.

This thing was left because everyone was reluctant to use salt to clean it, and reluctant to use seasoning, otherwise it would not be her turn.

Shen Wanrong was not interested in pig intestines, and finally only bought a little greens.

But she wasn't worried, because the vegetables grown in her family were surplus, and the family stocked a lot of food. Even if they didn't, Wei Guozhi would find a way to get them.

With limited ingredients, Tong Xuelu thought about it and decided to make dumplings, and then make a braised pig intestine and a cold soy sprout.

The sky gradually dimmed.

Wen Rugui has finally come.

In addition to Piao Jianyi, there is also a woman in her 30s.

Tong Xuelu was also worried that Jiang Danhong would not accept her invitation. Seeing her, she immediately greeted her: "This should be Comrade Jiang, right?"

Jiang Danhong stared at Tong Xuelu's eyes, making sure that she did not have any contempt or jokes in her eyes, and then he twitched his lips: "Hello, Comrade Tong, I am Jiang Danhong."

When Wen Rugui's invitation was received, she was shocked.

She righteously killed her relatives and sent her uncle to be shot, and the Jiang family and the others were sentenced to be sent to the farm for reformation. Many people expressed sympathy for her.

But few people were willing to be close to her, especially after they knew that she had to report her father-in-law and husband, the look in her eyes became even stranger.

She doesn't care what others think of herself, no one can stop what she wants to do!

This Mid-Autumn Festival, she is ready to spend it alone, just like in the past ten years.

But he didn't expect Wen Rugui to come over and invite her, saying that a **** wanted to invite her to her birthday.

She was shocked and worried that the other party wanted to see her jokes.

However, based on the confidence and trust of Wen Rugui's character, she finally came over.

Tong Xuelu smiled sincerely: "I'm so glad you can come here! Come in quickly."

A group of people filed in, and Park Jianyi smelled the scent as soon as he walked in: "Comrade Tong, what are you making delicious today?"

Is he a dog nose? You can smell it so far.

Tong Xuelu spit out in his heart: "Dumplings, braised pig intestines and cold soy sprouts."

Park Jianyi frowned: "Pig intestine? This thing smells very stinky, you smell very good!"

Tong Xuelu: "Wash the pig intestines and it will be tasteless. The dumpling fillings are ready. Go wash your hands and make dumplings together."

The fun of making dumplings is that everyone should make them together, especially during the Chinese New Year. Everyone gathers around a table to make dumplings, talking, laughing, and having a special atmosphere.

Tong Xuelu led the group to the living room, introduced them to Tong Jiaming and others, and then went back to the kitchen to continue making things.

Because she couldn't buy mooncakes, she planned to make some of them as gifts.

Tong Xuelu walked into the kitchen with his front feet, and walked in with warm feet on the back, still carrying a big bag in his hand.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Tong Xuelu raised his head: "Why doesn't Comrade Wen make dumplings with them in there?"

"I'll come and help you." Wen Rugui said as he walked in and passed the bag in his hand, "Happy birthday to you!"

Tong Xuelu took it down and opened it, only to see an army green coat inside.

Military coats are not easy to get, and it is even more difficult than buying "Qingliang".

Even if he has connections, she can't pretend to be ignorant of this heart.

The light above her head shone on her face, making her face whiter and more delicate.

Tong Xuelu tilted her head: "Thank you, Comrade Wen, but I don't quite understand a problem."

Wen Rugui looked at her with black eyes: "What's the problem?"

Tong Xuelu: "Why is Comrade Wen so good to me?"

The autumn breeze was cool, the leaves outside were waxing, and the dark fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus drifted in, giving such a night an ambiguous atmosphere.

The kitchen was so quiet that a needle could be heard, and her voice seemed extremely clear.

"You... don't you like me?"