People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

As the first zodiac stamp issued by the motherland, it is of extraordinary significance. Although the issuance volume was five million, only more than four million were ultimately accepted and approved.

As a result, scarcity drives up value, and in the years that followed, the value of the monkey stamp skyrocketed, increasing more than 100,000 times.

On Lunar New Year's Eve, the house was bustling with activity yet filled with joy.

Tu Nan held the Spring Festival couplets she had written, while Xiao Ting carried the paste Huang Ling had made. The three children chatted and laughed as they prepared to paste the couplets at the door.

Lin Dongzhe scratched his head. "Brother Tu Nan, is this the first line or the second line of a couplet?"

"This is the first line of the couplet."

Huang Ling and Song Ying were sitting around the table making glutinous rice balls.

Song Ying leaned closer to Huang Ling. "Sister Ling, the money you lent me has finally been paid back! And now we don't need meat coupons anymore, so we can eat as much as we want!"

Huang Ling. "Yeah, I don't need to eat snake gourd anymore. I'm satisfied with just seeing snake gourd now."

Song Ying. "I plan to buy more meat and make some steamed pork with rice flour so everyone can try it."

Huang Ling nodded: "I also want to buy some meat and make some cured meat. In the past, when meat was scarce, we could only buy fatty meat to render lard. Now it's different. Xiaoting and I still prefer lean meat, so we plan to make crispy pork."

In the courtyard, Zhuang Chaoying and Lin Wufeng were busy hanging up the sausages they had made.

"Lin Wufeng, I still need to go buy meat later!"

Lin Wufeng readily agreed: "Okay! Buy it if you want!"

As Huang Ling skillfully pinched dumplings, she watched Zhuang Chaoying hanging sausages and felt happy. She couldn't help but sing: "Young friends, let's meet and row our little boats."

A warm breeze blows gently, the flowers are fragrant, the birds are singing, the spring breeze is intoxicating, and joyful songs and laughter fly around the colorful clouds!

Ah, my dear friends, to whom does this beautiful spring belong? It belongs to you, to me, to us, the new generation of the 1980s!

The singing echoed in the courtyard, and everyone's face showed anticipation for the New Year and joy at the improvement of their lives.

Zhuang Chaoying stopped what she was doing when she heard Huang Ling singing, turned around and looked at everyone singing.

His gaze lingered on Huang Ling for a few more moments; she was wearing a red woolen overcoat that he had bought from Shanghai.

A few days ago, Ah Ling got her hair permed, and the curly hair made her look younger.

(Just a correction. I watched the TV series closely a few days ago. In 1984, Huang Ling and Song Ying were both named outstanding workers. After the factory's age of forty, they no longer had to work night shifts. The leader said that after Huang Ling received the medal, she would no longer have to work night shifts. If they were the same age, this would prove that Zhuang Chaoying was only thirty-three years old when she first transmigrated. I wrote it as two years older. Sorry! I'm correcting it here!)

When people see Huang Ling, they can hardly believe that she is already thirty-six years old. Her newly permed curly hair does indeed add a lot of vitality.

Love is like growing flowers!

Indeed, where money is, there is love!

In this household, Ah Ling, who controls the finances, naturally speaks with great confidence.

Small matters are handled by Ah Ling, while big matters are handled by Zhuang Chaoying.

However, since nothing major usually happens at home, Huang Ling usually has the final say.

At that moment, he smiled and said to Huang Ling, "Ling, buy more pork belly, let's make more cured pork, you and the kids love it!"

Huang Ling placed the rolled glutinous rice balls inside the curtain and looked up: "Chao Ying, I'll listen to you and buy more!"

Song Ying and Huang Ling each carried a bamboo basket, preparing to buy some more meat.

Song Ying smiled broadly: "Sister Ling, this time we can really enjoy ourselves. Sister Ling, we women should treat ourselves well."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and gently touched Huang Ling's hair, then leaned close to Huang Ling's ear and whispered, "Look at you now, you're sure to make Teacher Zhuang completely infatuated!"

Huang Ling was a little embarrassed by these words and quickly covered her mouth with her hand: "Song Ying, how could you say that in front of everyone! Oh my!!!" But even though she said that, she unconsciously slowed down and carefully examined her reflection in the glass on the street. She tilted her head slightly, wondering if her curly hair really looked that good.

The reflection of myself in the glass seemed to possess a charm I'd never seen before; the corners of my lips unconsciously turned up slightly, and my steps became lighter.

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Huang Ling stood in front of the stove, the oil in the pot was bubbling, and she skillfully put the small pieces of crispy pork coated in batter into the pot one by one.

Lin Dongzhe, like a little glutton, was drawn over by the aroma, his eyes fixed on the meat in the pot gradually turning golden brown, his little nose inhaling the tempting fragrance. "Auntie, you look so beautiful today!"

But his eyes remained fixed on the delicious food in the pot.

Huang Ling looked at Lin Dongzhe, who was staring intently at the meat, and couldn't help but laugh and tease him: "Auntie is here, not in the oil pan, Dongzhe, look here! Stand back a little, the oil is splattering everywhere!"

As she spoke, she picked up a piece of freshly fried crispy pork with her chopsticks and handed it to Lin Dongzhe. "Here, have some!"

Lin Dongzhe immediately opened his eyes wide and quickly said, "Thank you, Auntie!"

After taking the crispy pork, she took a bite and skipped away.

After Lin Dongzhe left, Song Ying went into the kitchen again. "Sister Ling, you look so beautiful today!"

His demeanor and tone were exactly like Lin Dongzhe's, as if they were cut from the same mold.

Huang Ling covered her face with her sleeve, unable to stop laughing: "Stop messing around, there are still so many that haven't been fried yet!"

Huang Ling picked up a small piece of crispy pork, blew on it gently, and put it into Song Ying's mouth.

Huang Ling turned around and opened the lid of another iron pot. Inside, steaming pork made by Song Ying was steaming hot and fragrant. "Song Ying, your steamed pork looks so beautiful! I think you should go to Songhelou Restaurant and be the head chef!"

Hearing this, Song Ying was overjoyed. She brought her little face close to Huang Ling's and playfully twisted her head, saying, "Then my position as the factory's most beautiful girl is yours!"

After Song Ying left.

Zhuang Chaoying also walked into the kitchen. "Ah Ling, you look so beautiful today!"

Huang Ling looked at Chao Ying, who had also come to join in the fun, and said, "Don't make things worse. Go back and write your novel."

Zhuang Chaoying opened her mouth and pointed to her mouth: "Ah! Ah Ling!"

Huang Ling was amused by his appearance, and with a smile, she picked up a small piece of crispy pork, blew on it, and put it into Chao Ying's mouth. "That's enough now, go back quickly, the kitchen is too smoky."

Zhuang Chaoying took a bite: "The piece is too big! But it's delicious!"

He bit off half of it and offered the rest to Ah Ling's mouth.

Huang Ling subconsciously looked around. If Song Yinglin came over, she would feel so embarrassed.

"what!"

Huang Ling blushed, opened her mouth, and ate it in one bite.

She ate the crispy pork in her mouth, hummed a song, and her hands moved much faster!

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The sound of firecrackers outside the door rang out one after another.

Huang Ling ladled out two bowls of the fried pork and sent one bowl to Song Ying's family and one to Zhang Amei's family.

Sharing among neighbors.

After receiving the gift, Song Ying's family sent some steamed pork as a return gift.

Zhang Amei also brought over some sweet and sour pork ribs, and everyone shared their own specialty dishes.

It was only a little past one o'clock. Although it was a bit early to eat New Year's Eve dinner, the family decided to start eating since the food was already prepared.