Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

"Then I'll take my leave!" After the deal was settled, Lao Cui picked up his hat, stood up and said goodbye to Zhang Yunhe.

Zhang Yunhe also stood up and said, "Okay, Mr. Cui, take care. I won't see you off!"

"No need to see me off, just stay!"

After watching Lao Cui walk out the door and out of sight, Zhang Yunhe slowly walked to the window and looked at the street.

After a while, Lao Cui walked out of the teahouse to the street, hailed a rickshaw and left.

At this moment, a soft and delicate body came over, and a pair of jade arms hugged Zhang Yunhe's waist from behind, "Brother, what are you thinking about?"

Zhang Yunhe turned around, smiled, and reached out to lift Ai Cao's chin: "I'm thinking about you, little hot pepper!"

"You're lying. Your mind is not on me at all!" Ai Cao said with a curled lip.

"Then touch my heart and see if it is with you!" Zhang Yunhe held Ai Cao's little hand and placed it on his chest.

"You are bad!"

"What's wrong with me?"

"You're bad in every way!"

The two hugged each other for a long time, and Ai Cao couldn't control herself anymore.

"Close the window first!" the woman murmured.

A hand reached out and closed the window.

The chair next to the coffee table creaked from time to time as it rubbed against the ground.

Half an hour later, Ai Cao buttoned the last button of her shirt with a rosy face, opened the door, turned her head to look at Zhang Yunhe, smiled, then turned around and walked out, closing the door.

Zhang Yunhe leaned back in his chair, took out a cigarette case, lit a cigarette and puffed out smoke.

After finishing two cigarettes, the door was pushed open and Ai Cao walked in with a tray carrying a few side dishes and closed the door with her foot.

"I asked the sisters in the kitchen to fry it specially for you!" Ai Cao said as she put the tray on the coffee table.

Zhang Yunhe took the chopsticks and bowl from her hands, looked at the dishes on the plates and said with a smile: "You've cooked four dishes so far, very skillful, but I don't know how good your cooking is!"

Ai Cao set the plates and filled two glasses with wine. "Try this! We braised the pig's head last night, stewed it with chili peppers and garlic, and this chicken was killed this morning!"

Zhang Yunhe picked up a piece of pig ear with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. "Hmm, it tastes good! You should try it too."

"Okay!" Ai Cao agreed and sat opposite Zhang Yunhe. She picked up her chopsticks, put the wine glass to Zhang Yunhe's mouth and said, "Brother, have a drink!"

Zhang Yunhe took a sip, and Ai Cao took the glass back and drank the remaining half, then opened his mouth, fanned himself with his hands, and shouted, "It's so spicy!"

"No matter how spicy it is, it's not as spicy as you!" Zhang Yunhe said with a smile.

Ai Cao looked at Zhang Yunhe with a coquettish look on her face, and lovingly picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks and put it to the man's mouth. The man opened his mouth and ate it.

Zhang Yunhe ate while saying, "After dinner, I'll go to the apartment to rest for a while. When you're done here, come over. I'll be waiting for you!"

Ai Cao nodded shyly and agreed: "Yes, I will go there as soon as possible!"

The two of them spent the entire afternoon and evening together in the apartment.

Late at night, Ai Cao was tired. She lay down beside Zhang Yunhe and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Brother, I haven't had my period for more than half a month."

Zhang Yunhe was stunned. He turned his head and looked at the pair of lively, obsidian-shining eyes. "Could it be that she's pregnant? It can't be so soon? We haven't been together many times!"

The little girl just looked at the man without saying anything.

Zhang Yunhe put his arm around the little girl and whispered, "Let's go see a doctor tomorrow. If you're really pregnant, we'll give birth to the baby. Don't be afraid, I'm here. You and your mother won't starve!"

The little girl finally smiled after hearing this and hugged the man tightly. Then, as if she had thought of something, she asked, "What if I give birth to ten daughters?"

"What should we do? What's wrong with having a daughter? I like daughters. A daughter is a father's little cotton-padded jacket! By the way, if you give birth to a daughter, don't bind her feet!" Zhang Yunhe said.

The little girl's bright eyes flickered: "Why don't you bind your feet? If you don't bind your feet, you will be laughed at. It will be difficult to get married when you grow up. I didn't bind my feet and the villagers laughed at me since I was a child."

Zhang Yunhe sat up and leaned against the headboard, lighting a cigarette. "What's so good about foot binding? It makes it difficult to walk. A pair of lovely little feet are deformed by being bound. It looks disgusting. I don't like foot binding! By the way, why don't you bind your feet?"

The little girl said, "My family is a tenant farmer of a landlord. My parents always wanted a son, but they gave birth to four daughters. We need laborers to do the work at home, and if my feet are bound, it will be difficult to work in the fields. It will be difficult for me to even walk!"

"So my eldest sister and I didn't bind our feet. We've been helping with housework since we can remember. Later, my third and fourth sisters were born. They both started binding their feet when they were three years old. Because they were prettier than my eldest sister and me and had petite figures, my parents said that women with bound feet would find it easier to get married. They hoped that the third and fourth sisters would marry landlords and wealthy families."

Zhang Yunhe knew that what Ai Cao was talking about was a common phenomenon of that era. However, whether a girl bound her feet depended on the region and ethical customs. Not all girls started to bind their feet from a young age. Foot binding was quite common among girls in the north, starting at the age of three or four, but Manchu girls generally did not bind their feet.

Some Hakka girls in the southern region do not bind their feet, but daughters from wealthy families basically all have their feet bound because they are more influenced by Confucian ethics.

It was common for girls from poor families to bind their feet. Don't think that they didn't have to work after binding their feet. It was just that after binding their feet, they could not do heavy physical work, such as carrying loads or bags. Women from poor families with bound feet also had to go to the fields to work, but they were carried to the fields by their husbands and then carried back home after work.

What if the husband died? If she had a son, it would be fine; the family would not be wiped out. But if she didn't have a son, even if she had a daughter, the family would be wiped out, because women had bound feet and had to use crutches to go to the fields. They couldn't do the work of plowing, digging, or carrying loads. Even if they wanted to run, they couldn't run away; walking was difficult!

Therefore, foot binding for women is an abominable evil custom.

The next morning, Zhang Yunhe took Ai Cao to see a highly skilled doctor. After the examination, it was confirmed that she was pregnant, and both of them were very happy.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Yunhe waited for Lao Cui, who was wearing a long cotton robe, at the door of Warehouse No. 10 at Pier No. 3 in the French Concession.

Lao Cui did not come alone, he brought a young man with him. The man was wearing a short cotton-padded jacket and holding a briefcase in both hands, which looked a bit out of place.

Seeing the two people coming over, Zhang Yunhe threw his cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out and crushed it a few times before walking over and holding out his hand to Lao Cui: "Lao Cui, you're quite punctual!"

While shaking hands, Lao Cui said, "I'm sorry to have kept Mr. Cao waiting for so long!"

"I've just been here for a while. Do you two want to smoke? If you want to smoke, please smoke outside. You can't smoke in the warehouse because there are ammunition and explosives inside. If you ignite the explosives, you will be blown to pieces!" Zhang Yunhe took out a cigarette box and distributed cigarettes to the two of them.