Sweet 80s

After dinner, Lin Xiangdong asked Wang Shuping to take out the candied haws and eat them. The layer of sugar on the hawthorns was not durable.

When the two children heard that there were "after-meal snacks", they danced with joy.

"Dad, I don't even know when you bought the candied haws."

"Do I have to let you know everything?"

"Just take out whatever delicious food you bought and eat it."

After saying that, Dabao followed Wang Shuping to the cabinet.

Wang Shuping took down three strings of candied haws from the top of the cabinet and handed one to Dabao.

"No more, have you bought popsicles?"

"How can you keep the popsicles here? They would have melted into water long ago." Wang Shuping glared at him and said, "Make way. What are you doing blocking the way here?"

Wang Shuping handed the last string of candied haws to Lin Xiangdong.

Lin Xiangdong waved his hand: "I don't eat sweet food, you can eat it. Don't you want to eat the mountain red from the Northeast? I bought it especially for you."

Wang Shuping stared at the candied haws with an awkward expression: "Although they look similar, the taste is very different in terms of sweetness and sourness."

After saying that, she took a light bite.

Sure enough, the "being fooled before" still couldn't stop her from making the same mistake again.

The moment the hawthorn was bitten open, saliva mixed with the strong acid from the pulp attacked her mouth like a ferocious beast.

She frowned, her facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, and she felt that every cell in her mouth was filled with sour taste.

Wang Shuping curled up due to the pain and kept stamping the ground with her feet.

Seeing his wife's painful expression, Lin Xiangdong curled his lips unconsciously and asked with a smile: "Is it so sour?"

Then he took the remaining candied haws.

Click.

Lin Xiangdong bit off a whole hawthorn along the wooden stick and chewed it. He didn't feel it was too sour and couldn't eat it.

He looked at his two sons eating with relish and couldn't help but joked to Wang Shuping, "It's just a little sour. Didn't you like eating it when you were pregnant?"

Wang Shuping took the water cup and took a few gulps of water, which washed away most of the sour taste in her mouth. She glanced at Lin Xiangdong and said, "How can it be the same? When I was pregnant, it was as if I had no sense of taste."

"Isn't Shanlihong also hawthorn? Why do you like it so much?"

"Your hawthorns here can't compare with the mountain reds in the Northeast. Mountain reds are three parts sour and seven parts sweet. Some can even be nine parts sweet."

"Really? I'd like to try it if I have a chance." Then he returned the candied haws to Wang Shuping: "You eat the sugar on top, and I'll eat the hawthorn."

"When my parents come back from the Northeast, I'll ask them to bring some. I haven't had it for so long, I really miss the taste..."

A few days later, the city was quietly becoming lively.

May 1st, Labor Day is coming.

As a legal holiday, May Day originally only has one day off, but the next two days happen to be the weekend, so together we can have three days off.

Street vendors start stocking up early just to make more money when the holidays come.

The transportation company where Lin Xiangdong works has also begun preparing for Labor Day.

The director of the dispatch office is Li Xianglan, a woman in her 50s who manages the fleet and the dispatch room on a daily basis.

She is slow-paced, speaks cheerfully and loves to joke, and is called Aunt Xianglan.

In the office, Li Xianglan was worrying with her chin resting on the table with her hands when Lin Xiangdong and another driver, Zhou Zheng, pushed the door open and walked in.

"Hey, Aunt Xianglan, what are you thinking about here? You didn't sleep well last night." Zhou Zheng asked.

"What? The manager said that May Day is coming soon, so he asked our eleven teams to put on a show."

Zhou Zheng smiled and picked up the teacup. He grabbed a handful of tea leaves from the bag, then filled it with hot water. He took a sip of water and said, "They are all a bunch of grown men. What kind of show can they produce?"

"That's right. It makes me very worried."

"Manager Du likes to make a fool of himself. Let's dispatch a few ladies to sing and dance. What do you think, Xiangdong?"

Lin Xiangdong shook his head: "I'm fine with anything."

Naturally, Lin Xiangdong couldn't get a word in on topics related to literature and art.

From childhood to adulthood, he has had nothing to do with these two words, let alone any interest in getting involved.

If there is a competition where you have to climb trees to take out bird nests or go to rivers to catch fish and shrimp, maybe you can take the initiative to sign up.

"Don't give me such bad ideas. Send some girls who are not much younger than me and can dance. Believe it or not, they can break their arms and legs."

Zhou Zheng laughed out loud after hearing this: "Then why don't we play a Henan opera? People in the Central Plains love to listen to it."

As he spoke, Zhou Zheng hummed a few times.

"Xiao Cang Wa, I left~ Dengfeng, a small county. Along the way~ I suffered from hunger. The second escort was like a bull-headed and horse-faced one. When he spoke to me~ he turned his face upside down. Oh my god..."

Lin Xiangdong looked at Zhou Zheng who was immersed in the opera, and then looked at Aunt Xianglan who had a smile on her face. He suddenly felt something was wrong. He was afraid that Zhou Zheng would not be able to escape his fate.

"You sang well, Zhou. I signed you up."

"Ah?! Come on, Aunt Xianglan, I only know these two sentences." Zhou Zheng panicked and realized that showing off had brought him into trouble.

Lin Xiangdong pursed his lips and lowered his head, trying his best not to laugh out loud.

"You're so smart, you'll definitely learn it in no time. It's settled!"

Zhou Zheng turned to look at Lin Xiangdong who was laughing non-stop: "Please help me say something instead of making fun of me."

After getting the water, the two of them walked out carrying the teacups.

Lin Xiangdong turned around to glance at Li Xianglan, who looked relieved, and said in a low voice.

"What can I say for you? They were worried about not having any shows, and you bumped into them and yelled a few times, so I have to give you a chance to perform, hahaha..."

Zhou Zheng smiled bitterly, feeling very wronged no matter how he thought about it, so he turned around and went back to talk to Li Xianglan.

"Aunt Xianglan, since you have arranged a program for me, you have to give me time to practice. I won't come to work these few days."

"Good boy, you never suffer any loss." Lin Xiangdong gave a thumbs up and praised the other party for his cleverness.

There are hundreds of people in the whole company, but there are only five programs in total, and they can be performed in less than half an hour.

Therefore, the company's head, Manager Du, once again issued hard targets to each department, requiring them to submit the program list before Friday.

Li Xianglan's worry just left her brows but returned to her mind.

In order to cater to the rehearsals for the May Day program, employees who do not have any programs have to fully cooperate with miscellaneous tasks such as stage construction and props preparation.

Lin Xiangdong did not go home for lunch. Wang Shuping was worried that he would not have a good meal, so she prepared some specially and sent it to the transportation company.

Normally, there are many places for drivers to rest, but Lin Xiangdong likes to take a short nap in the cab.

You can lie down or sit, and feel free.

Wang Shuping sat in the passenger seat and watched her husband eat with eyes full of love, and couldn't help but smile.

Lin Xiangdong took a few bites and looked at his wife inadvertently. After receiving the signal of love, he wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "Wife, the food you cooked is so delicious."

"That's because you eat less. In a dozen years, you won't find it delicious anymore."

"Impossible, I can't eat enough in my lifetime. No, even in three lifetimes."

With two jokes, both of them were immersed in the daily confession of love between husband and wife.

"Hey, my sister-in-law is here."

Lin Xiangdong's colleague Liang Fengshou happened to see Wang Shuping when he passed by the window.

Wang Shuping tucked her hair up, adjusted her expression, and greeted the other person with a smile: "Daliang, have you eaten?"

"have eaten."

After saying that, Liang Fengshou walked around to the driver's seat.

He stepped on the pedal to the cab, took a look at Lin Xiangdong's bowl, and said enviously, "Wow, it smells so good. My sister-in-law is such a great cook."

When Wang Shuping heard this, she quickly said politely to the other party: "There's more in the lunch box, you can eat some too."

As she said this, she prepared to hand over the lunch box.

Liang Fengshou waved his hands repeatedly: "Really, no need, thank you sister-in-law."

After saying that, he patted Lin Xiangdong on the shoulder and said, "Brother, you are a man, how come you are so lucky? It's really enviable."

Lin Xiangdong finished the last bite of steamed bun, closed the lid of the lunch box, turned around and said to Liang Fengshou with a smile: "I will teach you some secrets based on my experience. Do you want to hear it?"

"Yes!" Liang Fengshou immediately put away his smile, stood up straight, and wanted to know what the other party said seriously.