In mid-July, it finally feels like summer in the north city.
After Wen Nuan put on the skirt for Lele, she wiped her wet hair with a towel.
Lele's hair has grown a lot longer. Originally, Wen Nuan didn't want to cut her hair, but now the weather is hot and the little one loves to play. She often runs around until she is sweating profusely.
So I took her to town a couple of days ago to have her hair trimmed. I plan to let her grow it longer when winter comes, and she will probably be able to tie it up next year.
Seeing that Lele had already put on her skirt, Gu Qinghan picked up her little shoes from the ground and slowly put them on her.
As soon as he put on his shoes, Lele climbed down from the kang and walked out of the yard.
Gu Qinghan watched the child go play by himself, then looked at Wen Nuan and said, "Zhao Baogang also said that Qingsong doesn't intend to pursue the matter of Lin Meizhi's marriage fraud."
Wen Nuan had long guessed that Gu Qingsong would not pursue the matter. After all, she was someone he loved deeply, and Lin Meizhi had a child who was just born not long ago.
Although she also didn't like Gu Qingsong, but in terms of feelings, it was undeniable that Gu Qingsong was a man who loved his wife. Even though he knew Lin Meizhi's unbearable side, he still had a last bit of sympathy and gave Lin Meizhi the greatest respect.
In this respect, Lin Meizhi is lucky. If it were any other man, he probably wouldn't be able to accept this.
Wen Nuan paused, then asked, "What about the Xu family?"
After hearing Wen Nuan's words, Gu Qinghan pursed his lips and said, "Lin Meizhi had a falling out with her family. The Lin family no longer wanted to recognize her, so she took the child to the Xu family."
Wen Nuan pursed her lips and said, "Lin Meizhi has such a young child. She has no other choice except the Xu family."
For some reason, Wen Nuan felt that Lin Meizhi would have a harder time if she went to the Xu family.
Not to mention that Xu's mother didn't approve of Xu Guoming and Lin Meizhi being together. In essence, she looked down on Lin Meizhi's background.
Moreover, Lin Meizhi is still a divorced woman, and she divorced because of such an unbearable incident. Even if the people in their Xu family know that the child is Xu Guoming's, others don't know.
Even if the Xu family told others that it was Xu Guoming's child, others would certainly not believe it. They would be suspicious and would point fingers at their Xu family compound.
Even if Wen Nuan had never met Xu's mother, she could guess that Xu's mother was a person with a strong sense of self-esteem and was very concerned about her reputation. She would definitely not be able to face the rumors about her family, and would kick Lin Meizhi out sooner or later.
Her fate by then would probably be even worse than her current divorce from Gu Qingsong.
"Yeah." Gu Qinghan glanced at his wife and saw that her clothes were wet after she gave Lele a bath. She was sweating from the heat, so he asked, "Do you want to take a bath first?"
Because the bathroom built last month did not have any electrical wiring, they had to bring candles every night when they took a bath. Last night when Wen Nuan was taking a bath, the bath water accidentally extinguished the candle, which scared Wen Nuan.
Wen Nuan shook her head. "No, it's so hot, I'll sweat all of a sudden. I'll take a shower and wash my hair later."
After hearing this, Gu Qinghan threw Lele's changed clothes into the bathtub and prepared to wash them.
Seeing that he was going to wash the children's clothes, Wen Nuan walked out to the living room, and then saw the little Lele chewing on half of a papaya that she had cut not long ago. Her skirt was already stained with papaya juice, and a large area was obviously wet.
This bath was wasted again.
Wen Nuan was thinking of giving her the papaya after dinner, but she didn't expect the little one to be so impatient and start chewing it herself.
When Lele saw Wen Nuan coming out, he looked at her with a smile and handed her the papaya: "Eat it, Mom."
Wen Nuan glanced at the red papaya that had been eaten beyond recognition by Le Le and said disdainfully, "Mom is not hungry, go give it to Dad."
Having said that, he walked out and prepared to pick some vegetables from the vegetable garden in the backyard.
Lele took the piece of papaya and skipped into the room to find Gu Qinghan.
However, just as he walked out of the yard, he heard Gu Qinghan called the child's full name. You know, they would not call the child's full name unless it is necessary. It seems that this little girl Lele really pissed off her father.
Well, give her a treatment.
When Wen Nuan picked some beans and eggplants and returned home, Lele's dirty clothes had not been changed yet, but the papaya juice on his face had been wiped off, and he was a cute little ball again.
When Lele saw Wen Nuan coming back, he hugged her thighs aggrievedly and said, "Daddy is bad!"
Gu Qinghan came out of the room carrying a basin and happened to hear the little guy's complaint, so he said, "What's broken? You have the nerve to complain to your mother, you sloppy boy."
Wen Nuan pretended to know nothing and asked him, "What's the matter? What trouble did Le Le make again?"
Gu Qinghan put the basin on the table and walked towards Wen Nuan. With a smile on his face, he looked down at her and said, "Didn't you ask her to come to me?"
Wen Nuan was exposed and laughed: "It doesn't matter whether you wash one or two pieces. Why are you arguing with her? Hurry up and help her change her clothes."
"Don't worry." Gu Qinghan picked up Lele with one hand and took the bathtub with the other, then walked out to the yard, not knowing what he was going to do.
Wen Nuan ignored them and planned to prepare the meal early and go to bed early after eating.
Who knew that when she came out to pick up eggs, she saw Lele squatting beside the bathtub, her two chubby little hands like lotus roots, diligently scrubbing the clothes in the basin that she had taken off when she took a shower.
Gu Qinghan just happened to come out with a washboard. The little guy picked up his clothes with a smile and shook them around, causing waves of water to splash around, and his clothes were completely wet.
Wen Nuan looked at the wet yard and the wet little girl, and slapped the man on the arm: "Why did you let her wash it? Isn't this just for fun?"
Unexpectedly, Gu Qinghan looked at Wen Nuan confidently and said to her directly: "Your daughter insisted on washing, and she would cry if you didn't let her wash."
Lele looked at her parents, holding the wet skirt, and laughed.
Wen Nuan glanced at the father and daughter unhappily, picked up the eggs from the chicken coop and went back to the kitchen: "Keep playing, and give her a bath later."
Gu Qinghan was straightforward this time: "No problem."
*
In the blink of an eye, it was August, and a notice was broadcast on the radio in the family compound.
On the last day of September, a Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day Gala will be held in the auditorium of the staff quarters, and each department can submit one or two programs.
When Wen Nuan went to the logistics kitchen to look for Sister Juxiang, she heard soldiers from several departments, including the Propaganda Department, Logistics Department, and Communications Department, discussing this year's performance while eating in the cafeteria.
Wen Nuan also heard that leaders from the capital would come to visit the soldiers, and she also vaguely heard that there would be rewards at the party.
Wen Nuan thought that when they returned to the kitchen, everyone would be discussing the party enthusiastically.
But their kitchen team was as quiet as a chicken, as if they hadn't received any notice at all. Everyone was busy with their own things and had no idea what the party was.
Even the quartermaster did not take the notice seriously. For two days he did not call a meeting of the soldiers in the kitchen squad to discuss when to go on stage to perform. Could it be that they could not participate in this gala
The weather was hot, so I washed the lilies and red beans that had been soaked for half a day in the warm afternoon, and prepared to make a lotus seed, lily and red bean paste for everyone to cool down.
When the syrup was almost ready, everyone had nothing to do for the time being, so they gathered around the boiler to look at the syrup inside.
Old Zhong stood by with an empty bowl in his hand and asked Wen Nuan: "The red beans have bloomed. How long do we have to cook them?"
The weather has been hot in the past two months, so Wen Nuan has cooked various sweet soups in different ways. Old Zhong has gone from drinking a few sips of wine every day to drinking a bowl of sweet soup cooked by Wen Nuan every day.
Wen Nuan listened to what Lao Zhong said, then took out two pieces of soaked tangerine peel from the basin beside her, cut them into strips with scissors, and put them into the pot to cook with the red beans.
Wen Nuan said, "Just wait another ten minutes."
Old Zhong's face turned into a shrunken eggplant-like shape. "Why is it going to take so long? How come it looks like it's healed already?"
As he said this, Lao Zhong hid his bowl behind him again.
Wen Nuan thought of the party, and since she was not busy yet, she asked Lao Zhong beside her curiously, "Why didn't I hear the quartermaster arrange for someone to attend the National Day party?"
When Wen Nuan said this, Lao Zhong laughed unceremoniously: "Lao Luo is probably too lazy to sign up for the show. Our kitchen team just runs along every year to avoid being embarrassed."
Compared to other departments, their kitchen team does not have that many people, and on the day of the party, they still have to cook. As for any kind of gala, they would rather sit in the audience and watch it.
And more importantly, half of his kitchen staff were rough guys, and the other half were family members from the staff compound. There was a serious lack of artistic talent.
Every year, the Art Department and the Propaganda Department usually take the limelight in all the evening parties. So in order to reduce the pressure on everyone, the quartermaster randomly selects a lucky little soldier to sing or recite at the party every year.
Wen Nuan smiled and said, "So are we planning to sign up for a solo performance this year?"
"I don't know yet." Lao Zhong secretly lifted the lid of the pot again, took a look at the red bean paste in the pot, and said, "Lao Luo is so procrastinating, I guess he won't decide on the program until the last minute."
Speak of the devil, and he will appear. When the quartermaster Luo Qingjun heard that Lao Zhong seemed to be talking about him, he walked in with a gloomy face, "What bad things are you saying about me again? You talk about me when I'm not around. Lao Zhong, you should be the first one to be beaten."
When Lao Zhong saw the people coming, he said, "What else can I say about you? I say you are wise and brave, and you save us a lot of trouble at the annual gala."
The quartermaster saw the big iron pot that everyone was gathered around, with white steam coming out of it, so he curiously lifted the lid. However, he was hit on the back of his hand by Lao Zhong, so he withdrew his hand awkwardly.
The quartermaster met Lao Zhong's eyes and snorted, "Do you think I don't want to be in the limelight at the party? Tell me, who among us can show off? You lazy bastards, I asked you to sing a chorus last year, but you refused!"
Old Zhong was unhappy: "Who said you don't want to? Do you think we have the time?"
Except for winter and spring, the canteens of the troops will serve midnight snacks in summer and autumn, especially their aircrew kitchens. The flight team has to train at night, so they have to prepare a meal at night.
The quartermaster waved his hand and said, "That's enough. You're just a runner-up every year anyway. No matter how well you practice, can you win over the girls in the Arts Department?"
You have to know that most of the troops are gay men, and they are tired of seeing their male compatriots. The gala just provides this opportunity, and everyone wants to see lesbians singing and dancing.
Besides, the art soldiers in the Art Department are professionals. They are all good at both literature and martial arts. Their level is much higher than theirs. It is normal for them to get first or second place.
The quartermaster sighed again. Actually, he could play the accordion himself. After all, this was a performance that concerned the collective honor of the kitchen squad. He also wanted to lead the team himself, but no one in the kitchen squad could help.
He was very distressed and had blisters on his mouth, so he wanted to drink some sugar water to cool down.
Just as he was about to lift the lid of the pot again to see what kind of sweet soup was in it today, he heard Wen Nuan ask, "How about we try something different this year, singing and reciting? Is that okay?"
Yang Xiaomei, who came into the cafeteria with Sister Juxiang, was a girl Wen Nuan had heard singing before and she had a good singing voice.
Everyone looked at Wen Nuan, and suddenly a thought popped into their minds: how could they forget the good-looking person in their kitchen team
Comrade Wen Nuan is so handsome, it would be different if he just went up there and sang a song!
It's better than just sending a random man up there.
Wen Nuan felt everyone's gazes and smiled, "Why are you looking at me? Didn't you say that if we win this party, we'll get a black goat as a reward? If our kitchen team wins this time, wouldn't it be nice to have a whole roasted lamb?!"
fragrant!
So fragrant!
Even though they haven't seen it or tasted it yet, they can already imagine the aroma of the roasted whole lamb!
If I hadn't been so greedy before, it was mainly because after Wen Nuan came to the kitchen team, I could cook even mediocre dishes in some new ways.
If they win a big prize, won’t the entire army be so jealous
The quartermaster imagined it in his mind and immediately swallowed his saliva. He looked at Wen Nuan and smiled, "It doesn't matter whether we can win a whole lamb or not. It's just that our kitchen team has not had any new ideas for many years. For the honor of our kitchen team, this year we will do as you said and submit something different."
Wen Nuan smiled: "For the cooking class, I will be the first to sign up."
The main thing is that the roasted whole lamb is so attractive!
When Xiao Zhu saw Wen Nuan was the first to sign up, he also raised his hand: "I'm from the border, I can play the dombra, I'll sign up!"
The quartermaster kept his word and casually raised his voice and said, "Come on, come on, before we prepare dinner, call the people from the ground kitchen and the logistics kitchen over, and let's have a small meeting."
Old Zhong gritted his teeth after hearing this and glared at the quartermaster: "Luo Qingjun, can you be more reliable? I'm still waiting to eat sugar water, can't we have a meeting later!"
After hearing what Lao Zhong said, everyone noticed that Wen Nuan was already stirring the hot red bean paste with a ladle. Although it was still steaming, it made people feel even more stuffy in this hot summer.
But they smelled a hint of sweetness in the air and thought it would be better to drink the sugar water first...
The quartermaster thought so too, and took a clean bowl from the side, ready to wait for the warmth to be distributed.
The quartermaster hissed, "Okay, let's have some sugar water first and then we can discuss it slowly."
Wen Nuan met everyone's eyes, smiled, put down the pot and spoon, and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? The sugar water needs to be cooled before it tastes good. Let's go to the meeting first."
After Wen Nuan spoke, everyone lowered their heads and followed the quartermaster to the open space between the canteens.
When everyone heard that the quartermaster was going to prepare the program for the gala, many people lost interest, as no one had any talent at all.
Yang Xiaomei walked behind Wen Nuan and asked in a low voice, "Comrade Wen Nuan, do you want to sign up?"
Wen Nuan saw Yang Xiaomei coming over and said with a smile: "I have already signed up."
When Yang Xiaomei heard this, she raised her hand without thinking: "I want to sign up too!"
Deng Juxiang had long felt that Yang Xiaomei always came to Wen Nuan to "compete for favor", and then asked Wen Nuan unconvincedly: "Little Sister Nuan, if I sign up, is there anything I can do about it?"
Then Deng Juxiang blushed and said, "I can't sing or dance... and I'm not as pretty as you."
Wen Nuan raised her eyebrows: "Sister-in-law Juxiang, you can do it. I will arrange it for you."
In fact, Deng Juxiang was not ugly, it was just that most people of that era were simple and plain, and she herself did not like to wear brightly colored clothes. In fact, Sister Juxiang was only one year older than Sister Guihua.
Deng Juxiang thought she would definitely not be selected, but she didn't expect Wen Nuan to say so. She also raised her hand and said she wanted to sign up.
Old Zhong at the other end of the line saw that everyone had signed up enthusiastically, and he was eager to try. He happened to hear Wen Nuan actually arranged something for Deng Juxiang, so he shouted, "I can play the bamboo flute, I'll try."
Wen Nuan heard Lao Zhong's loud voice and couldn't help but look over. She said in surprise, "Team Leader Zhong is really a hidden talent. I didn't expect you can play the bamboo flute. You're amazing."
The main reason was that Old Zhong looked too big and burly, and Wen Nuan found it hard to imagine him playing the bamboo flute.
Old Zhong listened to the warm praise, touched the back of his head, and for the first time felt a little ashamed, and a little excited, and said: "For the honor of the kitchen team, I risked my life."
After all, after joining the army, he was always afraid of being laughed at by others and never touched that thing.
The quartermaster had not expected that the people in the kitchen team would be so enthusiastic to participate this time. Why didn't they say anything before
Could it be that they were all lying to him
It turns out that each of them has something on them!
The quartermaster was angry but secretly happy at the same time, thinking that half of the roasted whole lamb was already at his fingertips, and he felt much better immediately.
He kept Wen Nuan and said to her, "Comrade Wen Nuan, you will be responsible for arranging the performance this time."
Then he handed her the list in his hand and said, "Here is the registration list. It lists the instruments that everyone is good at. Some are not listed. You can arrange it according to your preference."
Wen Nuan took the list, glanced at it briefly, and then asked, "Do you really want me to arrange it?"
"For the sake of roasted whole lamb, I trust you." The quartermaster said and turned and ran away.
As the quartermaster walked away, he saw Lao Zhong hurrying back to the kitchen. He became unhappy again and grabbed Lao Zhong and snorted, "You guy, I've known you for six or seven years, why didn't you tell me that you could play the bamboo flute?"
Lao Zhong broke free from his hand and said, "You didn't tell me you can play the accordion?!"
The quartermaster was in the wrong, but Old Zhong on the other end had already run to the flight crew kitchen, and no one knew what he was so anxious about.
But the next second, the quartermaster remembered the pot of sugar water and immediately ran to the kitchen.
Just know this group of foodies, they only know how to eat!
*
Military hospital.
Gu Qinglan had just finished writing the work report for the day and was preparing to change her clothes and go to the staff quarters to get some sweet soup.
But before she changed into her uniform, Gu Qinglan heard someone in the lobby shouting, "Qinglan, Captain Li is here to see you."
Li Daxiang was promoted to company commander last month. Many people at the nurses' station asked her about Li Daxiang, but Gu Qinglan rejected them all.
Because she didn't know much about Li Daxiang, and she didn't want to introduce anyone to someone casually. If she didn't do it well, she would probably be disliked.
Just as she was thinking this, Gu Qinglan quickly changed her clothes, picked up her army green shoulder bag, and walked out of the hospital lobby quickly.
When she saw Li Daxiang, she said directly: "Daxiang, I'm going to my eldest brother's house. What do you want from me?"
Then, she felt the curious eyes of her colleagues and said, "Let's talk while we walk."
Li Daxiang nodded: "Okay."
Just as she was saying this, Gu Qinglan noticed the few strings of candied haws in Li Daxiang's hand, and then she smiled and said, "Did you go to town? Why did you buy so many candied haws?"
She thought gay men didn't like sweets very much, just like her elder brother, who didn't like them very much. Sometimes he and her sister-in-law would eat a string of them together, and they would only take a bite occasionally and then leave it alone.
I don’t know if this is a show of affection or if they really don’t like to eat…
It seems that Li Daxiang is not a person who likes sweets. When she went back to the village with him before, she gave him some candy, but he refused to take it.
Li Daxiang pursed his lips uncomfortably, then smiled: "I just happened to go shopping in town. I remember you said you liked it, so I bought it for you."
When Gu Qinglan heard this, she smiled and asked him, "Oh, that's great, I haven't had time to go to town recently, and I haven't eaten for a long time."
"By the way, how much did you spend here? I'll give it back to you." After saying that, Gu Qinglan rummaged through her bag. Fortunately, she had some spare change in the bag.
Just as she was about to take it out, Gu Qinglan heard Li Daxiang say, "No need, just a few candied haws."
Gu Qinglan hesitated for a moment, but Li Daxiang had already handed her the candied haws and said, "I often go to my sister-in-law's house to eat and drink for free. I really can't charge you for this little thing."
Gu Qinglan also took the candied haws without hesitation, and after thinking for a while, she gave him a bunch of them and said, "Okay, I'll treat you next time."
"By the way, what snacks do you like? I can buy some for you next time I go to town. Do you like Taosu?"
Li Daxiang said, "No, no need."
Gu Qinglan smiled and said, "Of course I have to. I haven't congratulated you on your promotion to company commander yet. Now it's my turn to treat you."
Li Daxiang has been through a lot with her, and to a certain extent, it is not an exaggeration for Gu Qinglan to call him "brother".
The last time he went back to the countryside, he helped her deal with so many things, but Gu Qinglan hasn't thanked him yet.
Li Daxiang saw that Gu Qinglan was serious and casually mentioned the word "peach pastry".
Gu Qinglan made a note of it and said, "Okay, I'll send it to you next time I buy it."
Li Daxiang smiled and said, "Okay."
Gu Qinglan immediately looked at him and said, "Then I won't tell you anymore. I'm in a hurry to go to my sister-in-law's house. See you then."
Li Daxiang was holding the two movie tickets in his hand. Before he could say anything, Gu Qinglan had already run towards the family compound.
When Li Daxiang returned to the dormitory, Erhu came over and asked, "I heard from Monkey that you went to the town. Did you buy anything delicious?"
"No." Li Daxiang said sullenly, then he felt for the movie in the bag, took it out, handed it over, and said, "I just happened to pick up two movie tickets, you and Comrade Chen can go and watch it."
Erhu looked at the movie ticket and laughed, "My good brother, remember this. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to find an excuse to go look for my Fengjiao."
Then Erhu said, "You are so lucky, aren't you? You even got a movie ticket! It's true that when good things happen, people are in high spirits. Your luck has improved since you were promoted to company commander."
Li Daxiang: “…”
This luck is really not as good as you think.
*
Wen Nuan returned home a little late that night. Lele had already had dinner at Sister Guihua's house and even burped when she took her home.
Sister Guihua is really good to little Lele. I thought she would lose weight after she stopped breastfeeding, but two or three months have passed and she seems to be even heavier than before.
Wen Nuan knew that Sister Guihua must have given little Lele a lot of meat.
After Lele returned home, he took the water cup from the eight-immortals table, gulped down a few sips, and then opened his mouth exaggeratedly and let out a "Ha" sound.
Wen Nuan touched her belly and then said, "How much did you eat? Look at your bloated belly!"
When Lele heard Wen Nuan talking about her, she quickly covered her ears and shook her head: "I don't want to listen."
Wen Nuan really couldn't do anything with her.
However, Wen Nuan still made some mung bean soup to cool down the little guy.
The mung bean soup had just been cooked when Gu Qinghan and Gu Qinglan came back together.
Wen Nuan scooped a few bowls and placed them on the eight-immortals table to cool down. However, the little guy Lele seemed to be never full. When he saw there was food on the table, he reached out to take it.
Wen Nuan patted the back of her hand and said, "Wait a minute, it's still hot!"
Lele didn't believe it, so he just laid down on the table and reached out to touch it. Just as he touched the edge of the bowl, the little guy withdrew his hand and pouted.
Wen Nuan snorted and laughed: "I told you it was hot, but you still didn't believe it!"
Having said that, he put a few bowls of mung bean soup back into the kitchen, fearing that she would really be scalded.
Lele's hand was burned and Wen Nuan scolded him. When he saw Gu Qinghan coming back, he rushed to him, hugged his legs, raised his head pitifully, and said, "Dad, it hurts."
Gu Qinghan picked up the little girl and asked her, "Where does it hurt?"
The little guy stretched out his burned hand and said, "My hand hurts."
Seeing that Gu Qinghan had already hugged the little guy, Wen Nuan said unhappily, "Le Le has already eaten at Sister Gui Hua's house, and just drank a bellyful of water. I put a bowl of mung bean paste on the table, and he wants to eat it again."
"She's too greedy!"
Gu Qinghan touched the little guy's belly, and it was indeed round and bulging, obviously he had eaten a lot.
So he said, "You can really eat. Don't eat yet. You still need milk later."
Seeing that her parents were scolding her, Lele struggled to get off the ground and ran to Gu Qinglan's legs: "Auntie."
Gu Qinglan was deeply afraid that the candied haws in her bag would be discovered by the little girl. It was not that she was reluctant to give it to her, but the key point was that her brother and sister-in-law would not let her!
Gu Qinglan pinched Lele's chubby face and said with a smile, "Be good, listen to your parents and don't eat too much."
Unexpectedly, the little fellow walked to the door angrily, then sat on the threshold, looking angrily at the hen pecking everywhere in the yard.
Wen Nuan sat on the wooden sofa to rest for a while, then asked, "Qinglan, did you attend the National Day Gala?"
Gu Qinglan finally found a chance to eat candied haws, and shook her head: "I'm too busy to handle it, I don't want to participate."
Then she looked at Wen Nuan curiously: "Sister-in-law, are you joining us?"
Wen Nuan nodded: "The first place is a black goat, of course I have to participate!"
Gu Qinghan, who was over there, had just cut an apple and used a toothpick to pick up a small piece and put it to Wen Nuan's mouth. After hearing what she said, he asked, "Are you joining?"
"Yes." Wen Nuan ate the apple directly, then said with a smile: "Then watch my show!"
Gu Qinghan frowned, then asked: "Singing or dancing?"
He felt a little uncomfortable when he thought that there would be more people at the National Day Gala than at the Chinese New Year Gala, and so many people would watch his wife's performance.
Wen Nuan opened her mouth and motioned for Gu Qinghan to give her another piece. "I haven't decided yet. The quartermaster asked me to arrange it."
Gu Qinglan exclaimed, "I look forward to my sister-in-law's performance. She will definitely win first place!"
Woohoo, a black goat, how should I cook it? !
Don’t let people die of stuffing!
Wen Nuan glanced at her and exposed her: "You are just thinking about food, right?"
“Hehehe.” Gu Qinglan quickly finished a candied haws, and then said, “Being able to eat is a blessing. Look how blessed Lele and I are!”
Wen Nuan sighed softly, "But I heard from the quartermaster that the Art and Literature Department and the Propaganda Department steal the show every year. If you want to take first place, you really have to put in some effort."
Gu Qinglan said, "It's okay. The second place winner will also get 30 kilograms of pork, and the third place winner will also get a big fat goose. Sister-in-law is so amazing, she will definitely make it into the top three."
Wen Nuan went for the Black Goat and muttered, "I just don't know how it was reviewed..."
These competitions are not like sports competitions like running and tug-of-war where each contestant is judged based on his or her own ability. These competitions are mainly scored by people, and everyone has their own taste. It is difficult to be liked by all the judges.
Gu Qinghan hugged his wife and said, "I'm one of the judges."
Gu Qinglan raised her eyebrows: "Isn't that perfect? Big brother, remember to give my sister-in-law and the others high marks."
Gu Qinghan: “…”
"It depends."
Wen Nuan felt it was reasonable, but also a little sad.
But this is more like Gu Qinghan's style, impartial.
Wen Nuan glanced at the man, remembered his style of choosing clothes, and snorted: "I'm most afraid that you don't know how to appreciate it..."
Gu Qinghan: “?”
After chatting for a while, Wen Nuan saw that it was getting late, so she decided to give Lele a bath first.
Who knew that as soon as I walked out of the yard, I saw the little guy Lele knocked over the hen's feed plate with his foot.
Wen Nuan put her hands on her hips and said, "Gu Wanyue, pick up the plate right now!"
When the little guy heard the warm voice, he ran towards the house, fearing that he would be caught by her.
She hugged Gu Qinghan's thigh aggrievedly: "Dad, save me."
"Even the gods can't save you."
Gu Qinghan saw his wife followed in with a bad look on her face, so he pushed Lele out and said, "Go pick up the things quickly."
Lele looked at Gu Qinghan, then at Wen Nuan, and finally chose to walk towards Wen Nuan, whimpering twice: "I'm sorry, Mom."
"LeLe is wrong..."
warmth:"… "
Wen Nuan was shocked for a second, then picked up the little guy and walked back to the yard.
Then he patiently said to her: "If you knock over the plate, the hen won't be able to eat and won't be able to lay eggs..."
Gu Qinghan on the other side also came out, looking at his wife and children, with a slight smile on his face.