To make up for the debt owed to Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Old Wu looked at Lin Qingyun again and also liked him. He liked this kind of generous and unpretentious young man. He had already started to filter through the young men he knew in his mind. "They are all good children. It is not easy to persist in studying in the countryside for so many years. Qingyun, you should come to your uncle's house to play often in the future. Your sister hides you like a treasure and does not let us know about you. I will introduce more good children to you."

This makes it quite clear that we need to introduce someone.

Upon hearing this, Yunqi became anxious. "Uncle Wu, look at me, look at me, am I a good child?"

Old Wu looked at Yunqi, then at Lin Qingyun, and laughed heartily, "Then it's not up to me to decide, it's up to others to decide!"

"Alright, Uncle Wu, just don't cause me any trouble!" Yun Qi snorted.

The two spoke in cryptic terms; those who understood naturally understood, while those who didn't, like Zhiyuan, wanted to get to the bottom of it, but Lin Qingyun firmly held him down, forbidding him from asking any more questions!

Ok……

Zhiyuan ate his meal in silence.

Despite the unpleasant element of Liu Yan at this gathering, the reunion of old friends brought more joy than anything else, and overall it was a happy occasion.

On the way back, Yun Qi was very eager to take Lin Qingping and her family of three home. Old Mr. Yun also encouraged him to do so, and in the end, he was allowed to fulfill his wish and happily took them home.

Since the Wu family lived nearby, when he went back home, Old Master Wu talked to his daughter about Zhiyuan.

Wu Tianjiao knew Zhiyuan's background. She told her father in detail that Zhiyuan was the orphan of a martyr. After hearing this, Old Master Wu was even more moved and said, "What a good child! He really is!"

From then on, he liked and valued Gu Juncheng, Lin Qingping, and Zhiyuan even more.

But the Yun family was not so harmonious.

As soon as the guests left, Liu Yan dragged Yun Xiaoshan into the room and prepared a bunch of anti-inflammatory drugs, antibacterial drugs, antiviral drugs, and stomach and liver protectants for Yun Xiaoshan to take.

Kids hate taking medicine, but Yun Xiaoshan felt that he wasn't sick, so why should he take medicine?

She argued with her mother for a while and then started crying again.

Yun Yan was already upset about Liu Yan today. When he heard the crying and came in, he frowned when he saw this scene. "Why are you taking medicine?"

As soon as Yun Xiaoshan saw that his father was on his side, he immediately hugged Yun Yan's leg and cried, "I'm not sick, I don't want to take medicine!"

Yun Yan also looked at Liu Yan with a puzzled expression.

Liu Yan snapped, "We ate so much food that country bumpkin brought us today, including food that the country bumpkin had already eaten. How can we not take some medicine to kill the germs?"

Yun Yan suddenly became furious, "Liu Yan, do you want to get your brain disinfected? Are you sick in the head?"

"You still insulted me?" Liu Yan's eyes reddened with grievance.

“I’m also a country bumpkin from the countryside, a rustic country bumpkin at heart, and I can never shake off that rusticity in my life. You can kick me out too! I’m not good enough for you, a young lady from the capital!” Yun Yan coldly pushed Yun Xiaoshan out of the room, telling him to go play with his great-grandfather and not listen to Liu Yan’s comments.

Liu Yan was so angry that she threw all the medicine on the ground. "I really don't understand! Why do you all side with those country bumpkins! Your grandfather is one, the Wu family is one, and you are one too! You actually argued with me for those country bumpkin outsiders!"

"Liu Yan, let me tell you something," Yun Yan said, staring at her seriously, "You'd better not let Grandpa hear these words, or let anyone outside hear them! Do you know who Zhiyuan is? He's the orphan of a martyr! The reason you can stand here today, living a carefree life, is because there are countless soldiers like Zhiyuan's father who are not afraid to sacrifice their lives to protect their country! From now on, if I ever hear you utter a single disrespectful word, Liu Yan, you know my bottom line."

Liu Yan was startled by his harsh words, and tears streamed down her face. "I...how would I know! You wouldn't tell me..."

"As for Gu Juncheng, he is Zhiyuan's father's comrade-in-arms and Wu Tianping's savior. Both of them are respectable people. I like this family, and if you don't, please respect them as well," Yun Yan said solemnly.

Upon hearing this, Liu Yan suddenly understood. No wonder Lin Qingping had such a good relationship with the Wu family. It turned out that her husband was Wu Tianping's savior. That made sense. That's why Lin Qingping was able to get involved with the Wu family and start a business with Mei Li. Perhaps it was also because of Wu Tianjiao that she was able to work at Ruixiang. As for being a designer at Ruixiang, that was probably all just hype. It was Wu Tianjiao who promoted her!

Some people are like that; they don't have any ability themselves, nor do they believe that others have the same ability, thus concluding that others' achievements are all due to back channels, connections, and improper means.

Liu Yan suddenly felt better and found a point of psychological balance. That country woman was nothing special; she just happened to have a soldier husband who saved Wu Tianping by sheer luck. She was only doing it because of a man!

Lin Qingping, the "country woman," has returned home. The pancakes were a huge hit today, which gave her a new idea. She has always been confident in her cooking skills, arguably more so than in designing clothes, since that's what she made her living in her previous life.

She plans to open a dessert shop near the school.

However, she probably can't handle it all by herself; she'll need to train another pastry chef.

She set her sights on Sister Zhao.

Sister Zhao is an expert at making noodles, so I believe it won't be difficult for her to learn how to make desserts.

She shared her idea with Sister Zhao, who was of course willing, but worried that if she went to open a shop instead of working as a nanny, who would take care of the family?

"Don't worry, Zhiyuan is at school and won't be back until evening. You just need to focus on making the desserts. We'll find someone else to work as a shop assistant," Lin Qingping said.

"Goodness, the shop hasn't even opened yet, and we've already spent a fortune hiring people," Sister Zhao exclaimed.

Lin Qingping smiled. Some expenses can't be avoided. What shop doesn't hire employees? She even hired a professional manager in her past life!

From then on, Lin Qingping embarked on her whirlwind career of opening a dessert shop, finding a storefront, obtaining licenses, decorating, and training Sister Zhao. She was busy all the way, and a semester was almost over.

Entering the new year signifies another step forward in the 1980s, with the whole country becoming more vibrant.

Lin Qingping's shop wasn't ready yet. She was thinking about opening it in the new semester, so she discussed with Gu Juncheng that they wouldn't go back home for the winter break and would have their parents come to the capital for the New Year.

Gu Juncheng naturally thought this was a good idea, so Lin Qingping wrote to her eldest sister Gu Youlian, asking her to buy train tickets for the two elders to come to the capital for the New Year. If she and Du Gen were not busy, they could come with Du Gen and Xiaomai as well.

Just after Lin Qingping mailed the letter, she discovered that the house next door had been put up for sale.

Lin Qingping, don't be too happy!

She wanted to buy a house on her first day in the capital, but hadn't found a suitable one yet. She particularly liked the two-story bungalows on this street, and besides, they would be demolished and redeveloped in the future!

She immediately went to talk to the homeowner, and it went very smoothly. The owner sold her the house and furniture, and the price was very reasonable.