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

Hearing what Ah Ling was saying in the kitchen, Zhuang Chaoying stood up and went to the kitchen.

"Ah Ling, let's order three bottles. Milk is good for your health and beauty, you need it too, don't always think about saving money. Money is something you can't take with you when you die, like the old saying goes, money is a bastard, if we lose it, we can earn it again!"

Upon hearing Zhuang Chaoying's words, both women looked up and, seeing his earnest expression, couldn't help but laugh.

"Sister Ling, although Teacher Zhuang's words are blunt, they make a lot of sense. We women should treat ourselves better."

Huang Ling nodded again: "Then let's order three bottles!"

"That's right, Sister Ling. Women should treat themselves well and enjoy life when it's time to enjoy it."

Lin Wufeng, who was sitting to the side, kept glancing towards the kitchen out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing Song Ying smiling so happily in front of the refrigerator, he felt happy too.

Thinking back to my decision to go to the countryside with Director An to provide technical guidance, I was still somewhat hesitant at the time.

But seeing her smile at that moment, he knew he had made the right decision.

As long as Song Ying is happy, all the hard work he puts in is worthwhile.

Thinking of this, Lin Wufeng picked up the tea in front of him, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, then stood up and said, "Teacher Zhuang, I've rested enough, it's time for me to go home!"

"Alright, Mr. Lin. Let's have dinner together tonight to celebrate the arrival of our two new refrigerators!"

Lin Wufeng smiled and nodded in agreement, then turned and walked towards the door.

Huang Ling put the items in the refrigerator back in order and wiped the surface of the refrigerator until it was spotless before leaving the kitchen and returning to the house.

I spotted the net bag on the table at a glance and walked over with a bit of curiosity.

Pick up the net.

I opened the mesh bag and looked inside, and instantly recognized it as the sanitary napkin I had seen in the department store before.

Thinking back to the price she saw at the time, seven cents a pack, it was really outrageously expensive in her mind.

Huang Ling quickly rewrapped the sanitary napkin.

Then, carrying the bag, she walked a few steps to Chaoying, who was sitting at the desk.

"Super Hero!"

Zhuang Chaoying looked up, still holding the pen in her hand.

He gently placed the pen aside, looked up at Huang Ling, and asked, "Ling, what's wrong?"

Huang Ling awkwardly held up the wrapped net bag in her hand and lowered her voice. "So many bags, did you buy them?"

Zhuang Chaoying said earnestly, "I bought them, Ling. These are disposable, much better than the paper you used before, cleaner and more hygienic. Xiaoting will need them when she grows up too. Our family isn't short of money for the sanitary napkins you two use each month, so use them without worry. I'll buy more when we run out!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Ling's face slowly turned red. She hurriedly reached out and covered Zhuang Chaoying's mouth, glancing out the window every now and then: "Keep your voice down, it'll be so embarrassing if others hear. Luckily the kids went to buy popsicles, otherwise, where would I put my face?"

Zhuang Chaoying turned to the side, stretched out her arm and gently hugged A-Ling, nuzzling her head affectionately against A-Ling's belly.

"Ah Ling, Song Ying is right. You can't just think about the child; you have to think about yourself too. And don't forget about me. I'm the one who will be with you until we're old!"

Huang Ling reached out and gently hugged Zhuang Chaoying's head, her fingers running through his hair: "How old are you? Still jealous of children. Fine, I'll think of myself more often, and you too, are you satisfied now?"

Zhuang Chaoying looked up at Huang Ling with bright eyes: "That's more like it. You'd better use these sanitary napkins properly, I'll buy ten packs every month from now on!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Ling reached out and gently pinched Zhuang Chaoying's arm, lowering her voice: "Chaoying, how many butts do I have that can use up ten packs? Five packs are enough for me and Xiaoting!"

"Then let's buy five packs!"

The two quietly enjoyed this rare moment of time alone together.

A few minutes later, Huang Ling felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead; it was getting too hot to bear.

She gently nudged Zhuang Chaoying: "Isn't it hot, Chaoying, with our flesh pressed together?"

Zhuang Chaoying reluctantly let go of her hand, picked up the pen on the table again, and sat up straight: "Ah Ling didn't feel hot just now, and she even hugged my head tightly."

"Superhero!!!!!"

"I'm just kidding you. I need to finish writing this story about the Great Northern Wilderness as soon as possible. You're not at ease when there's no money at home, and I know that. I need to earn more royalties."

Huang Ling was moved by Zhuang Chaoying's words.

He stretched out his finger and gently tapped Zhuang Chaoying's head: "You know everything. How about this, today I'll make your favorite braised pork and stir-fry some peanuts to reward our great writer."

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"Mom! Dad! The popsicles are back."

Tu Nan and Xiao Ting, each holding a popsicle that was emitting cold air, walked into the house.

Xiaoting: "Daddy, do you want milk flavor or red bean flavor?"

Zhuang Chaoying put down her pen and looked up: "Ting, this is for Dad. Go ask your mom if she wants some, and then put it in the refrigerator quickly. It's hot today, or it will melt."

"Okay, Dad." Xiaoting handed Zhuang Chaoying a red bean-flavored popsicle, then turned and ran to the kitchen to find her mother.

Zhuang Chaoying lost the will to continue writing. She put the pen back on, carefully tidied up the scattered manuscript papers on the table and put them in the drawer, then tore open the paper on the popsicle and took a bite without waiting.

"Wow, so cool, so refreshing, so delicious!"

When it was time to eat, Huang Ling and Song Ying busied themselves in the kitchen for a while before bringing the prepared food to the table in the yard.

There were four bottles of ice-cold beer on the table.

Song Ying smiled and raised her glass: "Tu Nan, would you like a drink?"

Tu Nan quickly waved his hand vigorously: "Aunt Song, I don't drink alcohol, I'll just have soda instead."

Zhuang Chaoying stood up, walked to her son's side, picked up the soda in his glass and drank it all in one gulp. Then she picked up the beer bottle and poured a glass for herself and her son. "Tunan, have a drink and try it. If you don't like it, give it to Dad."

Zhuang Tunan hesitated for a moment before raising his glass, taking a small sip. Instantly, it tasted bitter, and he thought to himself that this beer was really not good.

He looked up and found that his sister and Dongzhe were both staring at him intently.

No, as the eldest brother, I can't lose face at this time.

So, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and downed the rest of the beer in one gulp.

Zhuang Chaoying was taken aback by her son's actions at first, then burst into laughter. "Good, good, my son has quite the capacity."

Lin Dongzhe quickly put a piece of glossy, tender braised pork on Tu Nan's plate: "Brother, have a piece of meat to calm your nerves."

Zhuang Tunan put the meat in his mouth and chewed. Whether it was because the deliciousness of the braised pork masked the bitterness of the beer, or it was just psychological, he suddenly felt that the beer wasn't so bad after all. It was alright.

Lin Dongzhe looked at Zhuang Chaoying expectantly: "Uncle Zhuang, please pour me a glass too."

Zhuang Chaoying smiled and waved her hand: "We'll talk about it when you get to high school."

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