A 1970s mom raises a cute baby, and a crazy boss spoils her

When they were almost at the county town, Gu Qinghuan stopped by the woods and found a secluded place to enter the space.

The chicken soup was simmered on low heat for two hours. The chicken was soft and tasty, and the chicken soup was golden in color and extremely delicious.

Gu Qinghuan drank a small bowl of it secretly, and immediately felt much warmer. The weather in the north was already a little chilly in early October, and after drinking a bowl of it, the cold air that had been running through her was dispelled, and her stomach felt very comfortable.

The chicken soups are mainly for patients. For lunch, she plans to eat dumplings, which are simple, convenient, and most importantly, easy to carry.

Of course, it’s too late to make dumplings now.

She directly cooked two boxes of frozen dumplings with pork filling, twenty pieces in each box, a total of forty pieces in two boxes, plus a pot of chicken soup. It should be enough for three people to have lunch, right?

While the dumplings were cooking, Gu Qinghuan hurried to the vending machine outside.

She just discovered that there were no suitable containers for chicken soup and dumplings in the villa.

You can't carry the advanced thermal insulation equipment from later generations to deliver meals to the mother and daughter, right?

Try typing: nostalgic lunch box in the vending machine search bar.

A wide variety of product information immediately appears on the vending machine.

There are old-fashioned aluminum lunch boxes, old-fashioned thick enamel bowls, old-fashioned large enamel cups, and the pork kidney lunch boxes commonly used by soldiers.

Gu Qinghuan fell in love with the pork kidney lunch box at first sight. It had a large capacity and a reasonable design.

The lunch box has two layers, the upper shallow layer is for vegetables, and the lower layer is for rice. There is a square grid on the outside for inserting a pair of chopsticks, and a handle.

This lunch box is also the most expensive one, costing a full two yuan and eighty cents.

The merchant specifically noted that this pork kidney lunch box is an imitation of the lunch boxes used by soldiers during World War II, with the aluminum material replaced with stainless steel, which is of better quality, so the price is more expensive.

Add to cart first.

Dumplings can be packed in a lunch box, but chicken soup is a bit difficult.

Gu Qinghuan tried again and typed: nostalgic thermos bucket from the 1970s.

There actually is!

Shanghai Xueshan brand thermos bucket.

Huangshan brand thermos barrel from Bengbu Glass Factory.

The styles are all high-quality imitations of this era, so you won’t have to worry about them being conspicuous when you take them out.

Shanghai Xueshan brand thermos bottles were having a sale, priced at RMB 3.50 each, so Gu Qinghuan added them to the shopping cart directly.

After clicking on the checkout button and inserting the banknotes, the page will show that the transaction is complete.

Gu Qinghuan soon saw the things he had just bought at the shipping port.

It’s really fast and this thing works so well.

Without even having time to feel sorry for the six dollars and thirty cents he had just spent, he quickly took his things and went into the house.

The dumplings are ready.

Forty dumplings were stuffed into the pork kidney lunch box, just the right size, with no room for any more.

Then fill a thermos with chicken soup and chicken.

Thinking that the patient should eat more fruits, I took two apples and two oranges from the coffee table.

Lunch is ready.

Gu Qinghuan grabbed an inconspicuous canvas shoulder bag from the cloakroom and stuffed the things into it.

When she returned to the road again, there was a bulging canvas bag hanging on the handlebar of her car.

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"Zijun, let's listen to the doctor and stay for two more days!" Cheng Shuying followed her daughter and advised earnestly.

"Mom, I know my own body well, there's no need to waste two more days of money.

Huanhuan has already spent most of the money she borrowed, and she doesn't know when she can pay it back. We have already put too much burden on her.

Speaking of this child, I don't know why, I feel very panicked." Zhong Zijun had one hand bandaged in front of her chest and the other hand covering her heart, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Cheng Shuying knew very well that her daughter was trying to save money, but the cowshed was not a place to recuperate. After returning, she would have to start working again. At least she could recuperate one day at a time here.

In the final analysis, it's all about money. After enjoying most of your life, you now have to endure this kind of hardship when you are old. Your children also suffer with you, and your family is no longer a family.

Thinking of this, the old lady's eyes were filled with tears. Not wanting her daughter to see, she secretly wiped them away with her sleeve.

"Then it won't be too late for you to leave after you finish taking the anti-inflammatory medicine this afternoon!" Cheng Shuying looked at her daughter pleadingly.

"Huanhuan had a hard time borrowing money to treat your injuries. You don't want her to have a disabled mother in the future, do you?"

It is pitiful to see the love of parents in the world. These words touched Zhong Zijun's heart. How could she bear to let her daughter's efforts go to waste? Only healthy limbs can support the family, and she couldn't make things any worse.

"Okay, after the afternoon medicine is finished, we'll go back." Zhong Zijun has been eager to go home. She wondered if her father could handle the work in the cowshed alone in the next two days.

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" Cheng Shuying happily opened the luggage she had just packed and took out the aluminum lunch box: "I'll go downstairs to get some food, don't run around anymore."

"Okay! I'm not a child anymore." Zhong Zijun smiled helplessly.

Just as Gu Qinghuan came over with the cloth bag, she saw Cheng Shuying coming out with a lunch box.

She quickly waved: "Grandma!"

This time, grandma called out very smoothly, as if she had called him countless times.

"Huanhuan, why are you here? Aren't you going to work today?"

Gu Qinghuan suddenly remembered that her original body had concealed the fact of "selling herself" from her, and had made the excuse that she was busy these two days and had not come over.

"Grandma, I was afraid you wouldn't be able to handle it, so I took a day off from work today and came to see you. Is mom okay?"

"Good! Good! The doctor said your mother has made it through this phase. She just needs to be taken good care of and wait for her bones to heal."

Having said this, the old lady seemed to remember something and stopped talking.

Gu Qinghuan quickly changed the subject, raised the bag in her hand and said with a smile: "Guess what delicious food I brought you?"

As expected, the old lady was no longer sad. She smiled and said, "I can't guess. I was just going to get food when you came. You saved a meal."

"It's chicken soup and dumplings!" Gu Qing said happily.

"Oh, that's delicious stuff. What we eat today is better than during the Chinese New Year." Cheng Shuying said with a flattering smile.

When the two returned to the ward.

The patients in the other two beds in the room were already eating.

"Big sister, please try the pork, sauerkraut and vermicelli stew made by my husband. It tastes really good." The old lady on the bed opposite Zhong Zijun handed over a small bowl.

She didn't know whether to answer or not, and just waved her hands awkwardly.

It's not that she is being pretentious. On the one hand, she doesn't dare to accept even a little kindness from others now because she can't afford it.

On the other hand, being isolated from the public for a long time and suffering mental torture made her not know how to get along with outsiders, and she could only refuse rigidly.

"Take it! You need to eat something good to replenish your nutrition." The old lady was also kind-hearted. Seeing that the mother and daughter only ate dry biscuits and drank plain water for every meal, she felt pity for them.

When Gu Qinghuan came in, he happened to see this scene.

She walked over confidently, helped take the bowl and placed it on the bedside table.

"Thank you, old lady. I brought some freshly cooked chicken soup. You can try my cooking later."

"That's daring."

Cheng Shuying and Zhong Zijun naturally expressed their gratitude again and again.

Gu Qinghuan opened the lunch box he brought with him, freed up the old lady's bowl, and filled her bowl with a full bowl of golden, fragrant chicken soup, and even picked up a few pieces of chicken.

"Here, please try it."

The old lady was a little embarrassed. She originally wanted to help others, but she didn't expect that the other person was more generous than her and actually brought chicken soup and dumplings.

Her husband was reluctant to buy her a chicken to stew. It seemed that she had misunderstood and thought that the other party was very poor.

But this chicken soup smells really good and looks appetizing.

Seeing that Gu Qinghuan was so frank, the old lady reluctantly accepted the bowl of chicken soup.

"Thank you, little girl."