Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

Qin Huai lowered his head slightly, then raised it again and insisted, "I know you don't lack anything, but I don't have anything else to offer."

"It's the New Year, I should at least give you something, Master." Qin Huairu's words were indeed correct.

As an apprentice, he even lived in the same courtyard as his master.

It's so rude and lacks manners not to wish your master a Happy New Year in advance.

When Jia Dongxu was still alive, he would often go to pay his respects to Yi Zhonghai during holidays.

I never came empty-handed.

“Okay, I’ll keep the stuff, I’ll return the bottle to you another day.” Yang Jianguo reached out and took the stuff.

He's not a saint; he should accept the gifts his disciples give him.

He took it, so he would have something to eat, and his apprentice would feel at ease.

If you don't take it, you won't get anything to eat.

The apprentice was still wondering if he had done something to anger his master.

Or does the master have a problem with her apprentice?

Then, will you be able to teach yourself properly in the future?

Qin Huairu's face lit up with joy. He said, "Happy New Year, Master," and then went back.

He took the small bottle into the house and saw that all three of them were looking at him.

Yang Jianguo picked up the small bottle and said, "Qin Huairu gave me, her teacher, a small gift."

"Sesame oil?" Yingzi's eyes lit up, quite surprised.

"Okay, Yingzi, please put it in a different bottle." Yang Jianguo nodded with a smile.

"Okay." Yingzi took the bottle and went to the stove.

Sha Zhu's eyes were complicated as he said, "Jianguo, Qin Huairu is a good disciple."

These sesame oils are treasures even to him, the cook.

Chapter 142 Returning to My Mother's Home, This is Called Family Ties

After passing through Qinhuai, Aunt Liu arrived next.

Nothing else, they just gave me a bag full of pickled cabbage buns.

"Auntie doesn't have anything else, you and Yingzi can keep it for yourselves, the filling is very appetizing."

"Alright, I won't be polite." Seeing that he accepted it without hesitation, Aunt Liu went back satisfied.

At this time, you should not be polite; being polite is for outsiders.

It's Chinese New Year, why don't you be a little more polite?

They're carrying steamed buns, but haven't even gone inside yet!

He then saw Yan Jiefang approaching, holding a small bowl in his hands.

"Brother Jianguo, my mom asked me to bring you some boiled peanuts. Please have them with Sister Yingzi."

The yellow enamel bowl was two-thirds full.

No more, no less...

This applies to ordinary people, but to Old Master Yan, who was known for his stinginess.

This should be called 'unprecedented and groundbreaking'.

Even when dividing peanuts with your own child, you have to calculate the exact amount.

What are you thinking about with just one bowl?

"Okay, please thank Aunt Yi for me. I'll go see her again later."

“Jianguo, I got some wood the other day and made a small stool for you.”

Thank you, and Happy New Year.

"A good year, it's a good year, haha..."

Before long, Yang Jianguo and Yingzi, who had planned to leave early, arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative at nine o'clock.

I bought some of the family's favorite foods, a bottle of Xifeng liquor, and a carton of Qianmen cigarettes.

The two then rode their bicycles toward the supply and marketing cooperative compound.

When we arrived at the destination, there were already people at home.

In Beijing, working at a supply and marketing cooperative was an extremely lucrative job.

Yingzi's father is shrewd, experienced, and tactful.

With all these conditions combined, we definitely need to do some more work.

There are visits during holidays and festivals, and there's always something you can easily take advantage of.

With that kind of relationship, how could the person possibly come back?!

"Dad, Mom, Yingzi and I have come to wish you a Happy New Year." Yang Jianguo carried his things and walked in without any attempt to keep a low profile.

During the Chinese New Year, it's a time to save face.

As long as it's legitimate income, just go for the higher it is.

During the Lunar New Year, they kept it hidden and kept quiet.

If people see this, they'll say, "This place's products aren't legitimate; there must be something wrong with them."

As soon as they entered, before Yingzi's parents could even speak, the guests were stunned.

Goodness, are you here to visit relatives or to unload your belongings?

Large and small bags were being carried; just what you could see included eggs, pork with fat, Qianmen cigarettes, and Xifeng liquor.

There must be six or seven more items wrapped in oiled paper.

What kind of family does this son-in-law come from?!

"Here you are. This is Director Xiao from the food factory. Just call him Uncle." Yingzi's father smiled so broadly his eyes narrowed.

This son-in-law really made him proud.

"Uncle Xiao, Happy New Year. My name is Yang Jianguo, Yingzi is a man. You can just call me Jianguo."

"Happy New Year, Uncle Xiao." Yingzi said.

Yang Jianguo reached into his pocket and a cigarette appeared.

The pop-up message is answered; just click it, and the whole process is crystal clear.

Happy New Year!

Director Xiao chuckled and tossed aside the gift, then suddenly spotted his own belongings inside.

"Is that an eight-treasure box produced by our factory?"

Yingzi, who was helping to put things away, smiled and said, "Uncle Xiao, you still have such a sharp eye. It's the Eight Treasures Box."

The so-called "eight treasure boxes" are a type of food gift box.

It wasn't wrapped in oil paper; it was packaged in a cardboard box.

It contained eight different kinds of pastries. Because of the scarcity of resources, pastries were too precious for ordinary people.

Furthermore, the desserts made are all rare and delicious items.

They treat it like a precious treasure, even if they only get to eat it once.

Therefore, it is also called the Eight Treasures Box.

"Incredible, truly incredible!" Director Xiao looked at Yang Jianguo and treated him as an equal.

The Eight Treasures Box is not something everyone can buy, and it's quite expensive.

One box costs thirteen yuan and sixty cents, which is equivalent to half a month's wages for an ordinary worker.

As the director of the food factory, he managed to get a ticket and grit his teeth to buy a box when he went to see the leaders.

I didn't even get to eat a single piece myself; it's heartbreaking to think about.

What director? What director?

No one lives as comfortably as Old Li, a veteran of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Hey ~

Look at this son-in-law, and then think about my own...

Damn it, you'll regret it if you compare yourself to others!

"Old Li, I have guests coming from my family, so I won't sit down." Director Xiao declined to sit.

Damn it, they're taking out all sorts of gifts.

Old Li's table was almost overflowing, and his heart was also 'stuffed' full—feeling stifled!

"Old Xiao, drive carefully." Yingzi's father saw him to the door.

"Okay, let's go back, let's go."

Director Xiao got into the car, pushed off with his legs, and it bounced around.

Wait a while, none of the people who came to wish him a Happy New Year today gave him a friendly look.

Turning back into the house, Yingzi's father saw his daughter and husband still tidying things up.

Steamed buns, a slaughtered chicken, and a small bag of fried dough sticks.

Yingzi's dad licked his lips; it had been quite a while since he'd had fried dough sticks.

Nowadays, fried dough sticks are a rare treat.

Why?

Because it's deep-fried, it's very oily!

If you want some, come on, let me see your 'fried dough stick ticket' first.

No?

You take a break, next one!

Finally, Yingzi's father also noticed a small bottle of soybean oil.

The color alone tells you it's high-quality pressed oil.

Ordinary soybean oil contains just as many cloudy impurities.

Unlike this one, it looks almost transparent...

"Build a nation!"

Yingzi's father took another puff of his cigarette, threw it on the ground and ground it: "Next time you come, don't bring these things."

"You and Yingzi have just started living together, so you should save up some money for yourselves. We have everything we need, and things are going well!"

"Yingzi's mother, take those oil and food back with you later."

"Hey~"

Yingzi's mother smiled and reached out to put it back.

Yingzi chuckled and said, "Jianguo, I told you not to bring these."

Yang Jianguo didn't stop her, and sat down with a smile, offering his father-in-law a cigarette: "Mom, don't pretend, we really have some at home."

"If we take these back, they might go bad. Wouldn't that be a waste?"

"Dad, don't worry, Yingzi and I are getting along very well!"

Yang Jianguo pointed at Yingzi and said, "Look at her face, she's gained a few pounds."

Hearing him say that, Yingzi clenched her hands, stomped her foot in embarrassment and annoyance: "Who's fat? I have a little one!"

"Yep."