The clothes Huang Xiaoyan wore today were suitable for work.
When she arrived at the pier, she showed no sign of being pampered. She collected money, collected bowls, filled soups, etc. She would help wherever there was something too busy to handle.
Yunfei has been setting up a stall here for a long time and gets along well with the customers, so no one says anything unpleasant.
There will definitely be a few sneak peeks, after all, his rumored wife appears in front of people for the first time.
After returning at noon, the brother and sister were still responsible for cleaning and drying things, and then bringing lunch home to eat.
Now they basically come back for lunch because they just had breakfast at noon and are too full.
With the salary and wages brought back by the brothers and sisters, the Ding family's life is much better now.
Occasionally, he would give Yunfei a handful of vegetables or a chicken.
The place was too small, so they just planted some vegetables in the flower bed, and they also locked up the chickens and raised three to lay eggs.
So, even if it’s just such a small thing, it’s really not easy to get, which also shows the sincerity of the Ding family.
Knowing that Yunfei buys newspapers every day, Ding Wang's third brother will send him a copy every day.
At first he refused to accept the payment, but later he was persuaded and accepted it anyway. Yunfei couldn't find it, so he simply took a monthly subscription.
You can get the latest newspapers without leaving home.
There is nothing much to do in the afternoon. I usually take a lunch break. The house is quite clean, and Huang Xiaoyan has no place to clean up if she wants to.
Simply ask the father and son if they have any torn clothes, and she will help mend them.
Yunfei took her to the utility room on the first floor, pointed at the sewing machine and said: "Generally when clothes are broken, I use this to mend them.
If you need it, come and use it. You can use the fabrics in the house as you like. The designs and colors are all prepared for you.
Will you use it? If not, just tell me what you like and I'll make it for you. By the way, I made the clothes in the closet in your room upstairs. "
"You did it?"
"Um."
Huang Xiaoyan was really shocked. She thought she had bought them all. She liked every set.
There are cheongsams, improved Tang suits, everyday commoners, dresses, and long skirts.
A comparison showed that the clothes she brought back smelled so strong of dust that she didn't even hang them up.
Those who were dressed for work today were taken from the cabinet.
An improved cheongsam top with buttons, paired with a skirt, with a navy blue background and a pattern of white plum blossom branches.
The fabric is also very comfortable, making it suitable for daily wear, low-key and elegant.
For the first time, she had some doubts. Can people really change that much?
But it was not the prodigal son turning back, and there was no other explanation. After all, she was very sure that no one would impersonate him. This was Zhang Shiqiang himself.
After being in the dance hall for so long, she had heard something about someone else assuming that person's identity after someone died.
But that person was lost when he was a child. The person who returned has already replaced it. It is normal for others not to recognize it.
After all, no one knows what the lost child will be like when he grows up.
As for Zhang Shiqiang, he has lived with him for many years and knows where there is a mole.
So she was pretty sure that he was still the same person, but his temperament had changed.
In the past, just standing there made me feel groveling, but now my back is straight, my eyes are calm, and my conversation is elegant.
There was an inexplicable sense of security around him.
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In the evening, Zhang Qingsong experienced the feeling of being taken home by his parents for the first time.
He was calm on the outside, but his heart began to boil.
The corners of her mouth were raised slightly and she introduced to her classmates: "This is my mother."
"Auntie is so pretty."
"Qingsong, you look a lot like auntie."
"Hello, aunt."
"Hello, come to our home when you have time." Huang Xiaoyan responded enthusiastically.
"This weekend, I asked them to come and play over the weekend."
Hearing what her son said, Huang Xiaoyan quickly smiled and said, "That's great. Children are welcome to come to our house to play on weekends. Auntie will prepare delicious food for you."
After chatting with the parents of those children for a while, they went home.
Yunfei was riding a bicycle, Huang Xiaoyan was sitting in the back seat, and Zhang Qingsong was sitting on the bicycle pole.
He didn't ask why he didn't ask his classmates to go home and play before, but now he did, because even after he enlightened them, maybe the children still didn't want to be pointed out.
In this era, single-parent families will be discriminated against. If the mother is a dancer and the father is a coolie, they will be discriminated against.
The prejudices of the times cannot be changed by any amount of chicken soup.
Zhang Qingsong can not be afraid of rumors, but if possible, it is easier to avoid them.
"Daddy will give you the whole cake and something else delicious when it's the weekend."
"Cake? That's a foreigner's thing. Dad, do you know how to do it?"
"No, when it comes to making food, your father can't do anything."
Zhang Qingsong agreed that his father could make things like shrimps and crabs look presentable.
Out of curiosity, his father also took him to a foreign restaurant to eat some foreign food.
After he came back, his father was able to cook better food than in the store, and also make clothes. There was no style that his father had seen that he couldn't copy.
"Dad, didn't you say you haven't read any books? Why are there so many?"
"Your father is smart. He knows it after seeing him. You are so smart, so you probably followed me."
Zhang Qingsong gave him a roll of his eyes, "Nonsense, you were so stupid before. You worked as a thug for others and did all the stupid things that were unscrupulous for no wages. How can this be called smart?"
Maybe it's because his memory is too deep. This child remembers clearly when he was five years old.
From time to time, I use it to encourage him not to be as stupid as before. Maybe he is also afraid that his father will suddenly change back.
So I always mentioned it, and then after seeing Yunfei's completely different attitude, I gained a sense of security.
"Everyone has a good memory after suffering a loss. Your father suffered a loss early, so he changed it early. No, the future will be good."
Huang Xiaoyan was sitting on the back seat of the bicycle and did not participate in the conversation between father and son.
He just looked at the scenery passing by and curled his lips quietly.
There is a fiery red fire cloud in the distant sky, the sun is already setting, and the road is full of passers-by rushing home before dark.
This was the day she had dreamed of, a husband who could support a family, a sensible son, and a well-off economy.
Unexpectedly, after going round and round, her dream finally came true.
No more making fun of everyone, no more laughing at everyone, no more humbly doing what they want.
Nowadays, she doesn't expect any kind of love that will accompany her until old age. She just wants to live an ordinary life.
She knew that it was impossible for her and Qingsong's father to come back to the past.
She had a grudge and could not forgive him for selling her into a pit of fire.
He probably can no longer accept his unclean wife who once worked as a dancer. He is just reuniting his family for the sake of his children.
She knew it very well.
