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Many people were interested and took the initiative to talk to the three sisters-in-law of the Song family. The eldest aunt of the Song family was the most enthusiastic. Her eldest son was already 28 years old, and after the broken engagement, he finally agreed to go on a blind date.

Today is a good time. All the friends and relatives who can and should come have come, and we can always find the right one.

Second Aunt Song also thought so.

Unlike Aunt Song who valued the girl herself, she would first inquire about her family background.

If a person wants to go high and far, in addition to his own ability, it also depends on how many hands he has behind him to lend a helping hand. Finding a good father-in-law can save him decades of struggle.

Unfortunately, her son didn't understand her good intentions.

Of course, in addition to a good family background, the character must also be good. Not to say that she must be gentle as water, but she cannot be too strong, otherwise the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will also be a problem in the future.

"Brother Li, who is this little girl?"

Suddenly, Aunt Song heard a familiar voice coming from not far away. She turned her head and saw that it was Old Man Liu from the compound, who had always been at odds with her father-in-law.

After decades of bickering, they have recently become chess friends because of Xiaojiu's wife. They still bicker with each other when they meet, but everyone can see that they are not really angry. They have simply become accustomed to bickering.

Li Yan stroked his beard and smiled like a fox. "Oh, you are talking about Nan Nan, the useless young man in the family. Now he is working as a nurse in the Health Bureau with me. Nan Nan, this is your Grandpa Liu."

"Grandpa Liu."

Health Bureau?

They were chatting happily over there, but Aunt Song's eyes were flickering over here.

After the excitement, the newlyweds returned to the bridal chamber.

Old Mrs. Song couldn't stop laughing, but the smiles on Yun Changan and Lin Shufang's faces were full of bitterness. They returned to the courtyard with the Yun family's grandparents with a sense of loss.

Although their daughter had obtained the marriage certificate a long time ago, it was not until this moment that they truly realized that their daughter had become someone else's.

Yun Changan couldn't fall asleep. He sat on the kang and began to count the money in his hand. He discussed with his wife: "I'm afraid this small courtyard is not cheap. Let's leave all the money we have to Xiaojin."

Need I tell you? She had already given the passbook to her son-in-law.

Lin Shufang glanced at him and lowered her voice, "...I've told you, this disorderly state won't last long. Sooner or later, the university will have to be reopened...If she can really take the college entrance exam, she will definitely be able to go to Beijing since she studies so well. Xiaojin said he bought a small courtyard near the school and put it in her name. If we miss her, we can come and see her."

No matter how long you live there, you will feel at ease.

This matter was done to his liking, Yun Changan felt relieved, and lazily lay on the kang, resting his head on his arms and sighing, "This son-in-law is perfect."

Family background, character, and kindness to his daughter.

After a while, when Lin Shufang was almost asleep, he suddenly sat up again, because he had forgotten to tell his wife something.

"Xiao Jin's brother, the second cousin, said that they have cheap tobacco at their base. We can get it with the receipt. Do you know how much one is? Only 5.9 yuan! If we take it to Shanghai, we can make several times the profit..."

Yucheng is a designated tobacco producing area in the country. When tobacco factories go there to pull tobacco, they have to leave a certain quota there. However, the people there are too poor and most of them smoke dry tobacco. Therefore, those cigarettes are unsalable and cannot be sold at all.

Song Jinhan was hugging someone and was also talking about this, "...Second brother's cousin works at the counter, so this is a convenience." Given Yun Changan's character, he couldn't treat his cousin badly, it was profitable and not a big deal.

On the wedding night, wouldn't it ruin the mood if you keep talking about others?

He extended his arms around her, their skin touching.

As the saying goes, "…Looking back and being embraced always makes me feel. It hurts. It hurts. I push my lover gently, and gradually hear his trembling voice. I am slightly startled and blush…"

……

The morning light came in through the glass window, shining on the white walls, on the dressing table, and on Yun Tinglan's eyes.

She rubbed the pillow comfortably with sleepy eyes, turned over and continued to sleep, and just said in her heart that it was more comfortable to live in Xiaoqiao Village.

Ms. Qi banged on the window, "Haven't you slept enough? Hurry up and get up. You're already married and you're still so lazy. When your relatives and friends come over and see that you haven't gotten up yet, they'll definitely laugh at you..."

Is there any causal relationship between marriage and sleeping in?

But with Ms. Qi nagging like that, I can’t sleep even if I want to. So I’ll get up.

Although the sun is shining brightly today, it is not cold when it snows but cold when the snow melts. The small western-style building is by the river, so the air is cold and humid.

As soon as the window was opened, the hot air in the room flew out of the window, turned into a puff of white smoke, and merged into the cold air. A few birds were perched on the dry branches, and they were frightened by the noise of the window opening and flew away.

Since we had obtained the marriage certificate a long time ago and had our wedding in Beijing, today's banquet was more of a gathering with relatives and friends.

He said that he wanted everyone to recognize the new son-in-law.

But it’s not necessary.

Who is Song Jin? In the past, his face and his cold-bloodedness were famous for dozens of miles around, not to mention a place as small as Zhujia Town.

Along with the small Western-style building, his family background and wealth were gradually revealed by the mouths of the educated youth at the educated youth center. One said a few words, and another said a few words. Everyone then imagined that he was a tall, rich and handsome son of a high-ranking official in Beijing.

So, there are few people who don’t know him!

There were people who were jealous, envious, and jealous. As Yun Tinglan walked along, many eyes were focused on her.

Grandpa Qi and Uncle Qi came yesterday afternoon, and Song Jinhan flattered them enthusiastically.

What does a chef like most? People who appreciate his cooking and share similar interests.

Song Jinhan didn't dare to say that he was a glutton, but his tongue was just as picky and he could point out the problems with just one taste of the dish. The father and son of the Qi family followed suit and tasted a bite, then nodded in agreement.

Late in the night, the three of them stayed up all night in the kitchen, working together to improve the recipe.

When Yun Tinglan came over, Grandpa Qi and Uncle Qi had already rolled up their sleeves and started working, looking like "a gentleman will die for his friend".

Yun Tinglan couldn't help but hold her forehead with her hand. She glanced at Song Jinhan and thought, "I'm afraid you have fooled these two people."

Song Jinhan touched his nose, thinking he had used too much force.

Grandpa Qi is eager to show off his cooking skills, but can you make the big pot dishes at the banquet taste better, besides making them taste better?

There is no need to worry about any plating or shaping.

People don't care at all. Even if you carve flowers out of the radish, it's still a radish. It can't become dragon meat. People don't care about it. It tastes the same. It's better to have more meat and more oil to be more popular.

After much persuasion, I finally managed to coax him away.

Fine.

Grandpa Qi smacked his lips, feeling very regretful. He changed into new clothes and sat in the lobby with the Yun family's grandparents to accept congratulations from relatives and neighbors.

Those educated youth who had not gone home to visit their families also came to join in the fun. Seeing others enjoying their wives and children and sleeping in warm beds, their determination was shaken.

The stove had been built long ago, with a few large pots set up, and Uncle Qi and a young apprentice were able to take care of it. All kinds of ingredients were prepared by the relatives, and they were happy to do so.

why?

The kitchen helpers can steal some food... ahem, no, they are trying the food. With such a big pot of food, how can they not have just one or half a bowl of it? This is also an established rule.