Zhou Yaling lifted her bangs and said with a smile, "That's right, he just loves face."
"It's like I'm afraid I won't get married."
Looking at Zhou Yaling who looked confident, Mo Jingchun changed his tone and said quietly: "Are you sure that my uncle really wants to marry you off? Instead of recruiting a son-in-law?"
"If that doesn't work, it's just two people starting a new family in the city where both families live. Of course, if the person you're looking for is local, that's a different matter."
Zhou Yaling was obviously stunned. She really hadn't thought about this problem, no! I just think about it and I don’t want to face it, not to mention that I don’t know who the other half is yet.
Sighing, Zhou Yaling said helplessly: "What can we do? Most families these days have only children."
Shaking his head, Mo Jingchun said: "You are wrong again."
"Other people's thoughts and wishes are not important, what matters is your own thoughts."
Without thinking, Zhou Yaling blurted out: "Of course I want to be close to home so I can hug you."
Mo Jingchun's mouth twitched and he said angrily: "It's up to you. You'd better find your partner first before talking about anything else. Your partner may not be willing to do what you want."
After saying that, Mo Jingchun turned to look at Ling, who was still playing with his phone, "Ling, stop playing with your phone. Isn't the super computer enough for you? Follow her to the canteen to get a hundred kilograms of lean pork."
"I can't eat, why do you want me to run errands?" She complained, but her movements were not slow. Zhou Yaling pinched Ling's cheek and said with a smile: "Of course it's because you can brush your face. With you here, You can’t take as much pork as you want.”
Hearing this, Ling's eyes flashed with light, he held his face in his hands and said with a silly smile: "So I have such a big face."
Mo Jingchun and Zhou Yaling looked at each other, but did not break Ling's illusion.
"Let's go, let's go with you. Is one hundred catties enough? How about two hundred catties?"
In the canteen warehouse, when the warehouse manager learned about Zhou Yaling and Ling's intentions, he enthusiastically took them into the cold storage.
"This is all fresh pork slaughtered yesterday."
Zhou Yaling stretched out her hand and pressed the frozen pork, "Uncle, I want a hundred pounds of lean meat, just some fat."
"This...then we need to ask the chef from the kitchen to come over and cut the pork."
Zhou Yaling glanced at Ling, and Ling instantly understood what Zhou Yaling meant.
Zero nodded and said, "I'll call someone over."
...
Under the light, rays of knife light flashed by, and pieces of lean meat were picked out under the light of the knife.
Looking at the weight on the electronic scale, Zhou Yaling hurriedly stopped.
"That's enough, that's enough."
The chef wiped the pork skin with a kitchen knife, looking hesitant.
At night, under the light, Guangdong lay on the dining table and watched her sister pour the minced meat into the pig intestines bit by bit.
After watching it for a long time, Candy couldn't help but reach out and poke the pig's intestines.
Candy looked at the fingers that had just touched the pig intestines with disgust. They were all pork.
"Hahaha." Zhou Yaling couldn't help but laugh: "You knew there was oil, but you still insisted on poking it with your hands. You regretted it after poking it."
Looking at her laughing sister, Candy raised her eyebrows, "Curiosity can prompt humans to continue to explore, and exploration leads to technological advancement."
"Don't listen to Zero's nonsense."
"Knowing the outcome and still reaching out to touch it is not exploration, it is stupidity."
Zhou Yaling worked on one hundred kilograms of pork for nearly an hour. After hanging all the stuffed sausages on the hangers with ropes, Zhou Yaling took a deep breath and twisted her sour neck.
If it weren't for the old man's instructions, Zhou Yaling really wouldn't want to make sausages.
It’s not that it doesn’t taste good, it’s just that I’m a little tired.
"Where's the candy?"
After yawning, Mo Jingchun said lazily: "Candy has to go to school tomorrow, so of course she has to go upstairs to take a shower and go to bed."
"Is it done? Thank you for your hard work."
"Come, have a bite
apple. "
Zhou Yaling subconsciously stretched out her hand to catch the apple that her brother threw casually, "You're not afraid that I won't be able to catch it and it will fall to the ground."
"Look, you've caught it, what should I be afraid of?"
Zhou Yaling rolled her eyes and took a bite of the apple.
"I heard them say that during the Laba Festival, the canteen will cook Laba porridge. It's true."
"Laba porridge? Is it almost Laba?" Mo Jingchun was a little surprised, and then said with an innocent face: "It's such a small matter, and I don't need to personally intervene. Since it was the news spread by your president's office, this should be the case It’s probably Lao Xu’s idea.”
Opening the calendar, Mo Jingchun was surprised again.
She looked up at Zhou Yaling, who was chewing on the apple peel, and said, "Tomorrow is the Laba Festival."
"Yeah." After taking a closer look at her brother's expression, Zhou Yaling laughed and said, "Don't tell me you don't know."
"Obviously, I just saw it on the calendar."
After counting with his fingers, Mo Jingchun said with a smile: "In other words, it's only half a month until Xiaonian."
"In half a month, I can go to my father-in-law's house and try to finalize the marriage."
"In a year or two, I will try to have a baby to bring candy to, it will be perfect!"
Zhou Yaling rolled her eyes and sneered: "Do you expect candy to take the baby to the ditch?"
"Tsk tsk, brother, after hearing what you say, I can already imagine a few children grabbing the remote control in the future."
Mo Jingchun said with joy, "It's not a big problem. As long as there is no TV, there is no need to grab the remote control."
"It's too far off topic. We're not even married yet."
After stretching, Mo Jingchun stood up with his hands on his hips and said, "You should also go to bed early."
At noon the next day, the sun was shining brightly and there was no wind. The outdoor temperature of more than ten degrees was a bit too hot for the employees wearing down jackets.
After ordering three dishes, Mo Jingchun discovered that the canteen did provide Laba porridge today.
Rice and Laba porridge are two staple foods for people to choose from.
Not surprisingly, most people chose the rare Laba porridge.
"A portion of Laba porridge."
Drinking the Laba porridge, Mo Jingchun felt that the taste was okay, but it was a little bit worse. It was not as delicious as the Laba porridge cooked in the iron pot on the stove at home.
After thinking about it, Mo Jingchun still felt something was wrong. Laba porridge tastes more delicious after it has been cooled and then reheated.
Everyone looked at the boss and frowned and smiled, and everyone gradually became quiet.
As we all know, bosses are usually thinking about problems when they are in a daze, probably about new products.
After a long time, Mo Jingchun, who felt something was wrong in the atmosphere, asked confusedly: "Why is no one chatting anymore?"
"Boss, everyone is afraid of interrupting your thinking, so they are quiet."
"That's it?"
"Um."
Mo Jingchun was silent. He couldn't tell everyone that he was just thinking about how to make Laba porridge more delicious.
After finishing lunch in silence, Mo Jingchun asked his aunt to fill a basin of Laba porridge. Under the strange looks of the employees, Mo Jingchun left the canteen with the basin.
