Salted fish amnesia small time pension harvest gold finger

Yun Tinglan picked up the net bag that Yun Changan brought. Inside was a large old turtle. "It should be five or six years old, right?"

It's quite fierce. When Xixi teased it with leaves, it started biting it.

Looks like.

Yun Changan replied, "I caught it from the lotus pond in your small building. I caught it yesterday when I cast my net to catch fish."

"This is good stuff." Ms. Qi happened to come in carrying an old hen. "I'll make Farewell My Concubine soup tonight."

"Oh, that's right, let's try it." Grandpa Shen directed people to carry the boxes in.

After opening it, it turned out to be a cross-door refrigerator. Yun Tinglan looked at the temperature control panel in surprise. Are refrigerators being updated so quickly? Has it reached this level?

She opened the door and looked at it. The layout was quite reasonable, with fresh food, refrigeration, direct freezing and soft freezing handled separately, and the energy consumption seemed to have reached international standards.

It's amazing.

Grandpa Shen stroked his beard proudly and said, "This was designed by the senior engineer we invited from Hong Kong Island."

Yun Tinglan knew this person.

Ever since the announcement of the Lianhe Shengming, Hong Kong Island has been in turmoil, and many people panicked and immigrated to Eagle Fruit and Singapore.

Of course, there are also some people who choose to return.

Engineer Gao and his family were among the small group of people who returned. Grandpa Shen spent a lot of effort, promising high salaries and providing them with houses and cars, before he finally invited them back.

They really deserve the treatment and have raised their technology to the National J level.

Grandpa Shen pointed to the temperature control panel and said, "This is an intelligent temperature control system. As long as you input the temperature, it will automatically adjust to keep the temperature in the refrigerator constant regardless of the season or temperature changes. It's smart, isn't it?"

This is the biggest selling point of the new refrigerator.

"I don't think it's very useful. What's the trouble with manual control? The price is more than a thousand yuan different." Grandma Shen is most satisfied with the reasonable internal layout, "so that there will be no tainting."

Let Sister Fang clean it quickly. The old refrigerator at home is no longer enough, so just move it to the kitchen.

"Watermelons are now available very early." Grandma Shen picked one and asked me to cut it open. She frowned after taking a bite, "It's watery and doesn't taste like watermelon."

"They are grown in greenhouses. At this time of year, it's good enough to have something to eat. What else are you picking on?"

The only one who dares to talk back to the old lady like this is Song Lang.

Yun Tinglan's first impression of Sixth Brother Song Lang was that he was taciturn, but that's not the case.

After getting familiar with him, you will find that they are all misunderstandings. Although this person is not a chatterbox, he is really not bad at talking. He simply does not want to waste time talking to people he is not familiar with. He is the kind of person who lives more freely.

I don't care about your opinion, and don't try to restrict my style.

Therefore, even though Mother Song and Grandma Shen are pushing for marriage in full swing, Song doesn't take it to heart, as if "If I can't afford to offend them, can I not avoid them?"

I have a very stable mentality and will never waver in the things I decide.

Seeing that Grandma Shen's brows were furrowed, she was about to bring up the old matter again.

He picked up a few freshly-cooked rice dumplings and threw them into the net bag containing salted duck eggs, not forgetting to put in a few heads of garlic and a boiled egg.

It was used to ward off evil spirits. Anyway, the custom was passed down. Whether she liked it or not, Grandma Shen would ask to have a taste.

Of course Song Lang pretended not to hear, so when he took the salted duck eggs away this time, Yun Tinglan was surprised.

But in the blink of an eye, he had already slipped away.

She narrowed her eyes, something was happening.

When did this Sixth Brother develop a sense of ritual for festivals? He doesn’t care whether he eats dumplings during the Chinese New Year. For him, having something to eat is good enough.

It may be a sequelae of being stationed in Snow Mountain B area.

He is not particular about food, except that he cannot bear to see people wasting food.

Xixi sat next to Grandma Shen and learned how to make rice dumplings. She laughed out loud when she saw this. This scene would be repeated every time her sixth uncle came back.

She never got tired of watching it, and joined in the fun: "Grandma, don't be angry. I'll ask Grandpa to tell Uncle Six that he is too ignorant. He is already over 30 years old, but he always makes you angry..."

"Oh, our Xixi is really caring. Auntie, you shouldn't be too indulgent to the child. Look at how old Xixi is. She should be in the fourth grade in September, right?"

Aunt Cui, who lived in the same alley, came in with her fat legs. No one greeted her. She rolled up her sleeves, showed her big gold bracelet, washed her hands, and sat on the other side of Grandma Shen to help make rice dumplings.

If her intention had not been revealed by the few words she said when she came in, Yun Tinglan would have thought she was here to show off. That big gold chain and gold bracelet both had one characteristic: they were heavy and thick!

A few years ago, Aunt Cui was not like this. When she first moved here with her son, she was as thin as a stick. In recent years, her son and daughter-in-law started as small vendors at the entrance of the alley, and now they are the owners of a Sichuan restaurant.

Business should be good. Anyway, Aunt Cui's body is swelling like a balloon. Every time Yun Tinglan sees her, she gets fatter.

"Fifth grade, I go to school early." Xixi didn't even raise her head, her hands were still struggling with the rice dumplings leaves, her face was more strained than her hands, and her facial features were all messed up.

Yun Tinglan felt sorry for her as she was struggling, but she said nothing. Just have fun with it. The shape wouldn’t affect the taste anyway.

"That's even more amazing. I heard from Dandan that you always get first place in the exams." Dandan is Aunt Cui's grandson and is in the same class as Xixi. He takes after her grandmother, with a round face.

"Yeah." The little girl said casually.

She felt that learning was much easier than making rice dumplings. She really couldn't understand why, with the same rice dumpling leaves and the same steps, they were not as obedient as in the hands of great-grandmother and Sister Fang, and were always moving around.

Aunt Cui didn't care at all and turned to talk to Grandma Shen about business:

"My daughter, you know her, isn't she? She's a student at Qingdao University. She passed the postgraduate entrance exam this year. Her major is very popular nowadays, financial management. She will manage people after graduation. She is only 28 this year, five years younger than your Song Lang..."

There were two gold rings on the fat hands that were raised, and they were almost buried in the flesh.

Yun Tinglan guessed that she had never taken off the ring since she put it on, and now her fingers were so fat that she couldn't take it off even if she wanted to.

Grandma Shen stared at the black mark on the ring, frowning, but she laughed it off, "He's just a stubborn donkey, you can't stop him."

Actually, I still don’t like it.

As soon as Yun Tinglan heard the age, she knew there was no hope. The word "double standard" could apply to anyone. Didn't she see that the old lady and Song's mother introduced girls to Song Lang who were around 24 or 25 years old?

After the people left, Grandma Shen picked out the rice dumplings made by Aunt Cui. They were easy to recognize, the ones that were edible but not good-looking. She told Sister Fang, "Cook the rice dumplings she made separately and send them to her home."

Xixi's dumplings were plump and round with rice inside. In order not to upset her darling, the old lady asked Sister Fang to steam them on a plate.

Yun Tinglan's mouth twitched when she heard this. It was a small loss, otherwise it would take dark before the fish was cooked.

"Twenty-eight is too old. She is still in school. She won't be able to have a child for at least two or three years. If she wants to have a child later, she will be considered an advanced maternal age, which is not good for the child or the mother."

Such concerns are not wrong, but fundamentally, the old lady didn't like the girl because she was average-looking and too short.

Also, the old lady looked down on that family's nouveau riche behavior.