After agreeing to let the children eat at home, Wu Xia went to buy a chicken in the afternoon. She wanted to make chestnut stewed chicken for the children.
At five or six o'clock in the evening, Xu Guoping came back with Xu Bing, carrying a bag of steamed buns in his hand.
As soon as they entered the door, they smelled the tangy aroma of stewed chicken. Wu Xia's cooking skills were simply better than the master chef in the cooking class, Xu Guoping thought as he walked into the house.
When he saw Wu Xia, he said to Wu Xia: "You have a rest first, I will help you do something."
Wu Xia saw that he was holding a brown paper bag in his hand, and Xu Guoping said, "By the way, the newspaper office has given you a reply."
Wu Xia said: "Show me quickly."
Xu Guoping handed over the letter, and Wu Xia quickly went to get scissors to open the envelope. Seeing that she had no intention of doing anything else, Xu Guoping rolled up his sleeves and started serving the food.
When Wu Xia finished reading the letter, he saw a tall and handsome figure walking towards him carrying chestnut stewed chicken. The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up to half of his forearm. His wheat-colored skin highlighted his muscle lines under the light. In an instant, , Wu Xia almost forgot what she wanted to say to him.
"It's time to eat." Xu Guoping said.
Wu Xia's eyes were still lingering on Xu Guoping's smooth muscular forearms. When she reacted, her eyes were shrouded in a dark shadow.
He was really tall. Wu Xia subconsciously looked up at Xu Guoping, with a polite smile on his face that social animals had formed muscle memory for.
Such a standard smile with eight teeth made Xu Guoping stunned again. He quickly withdrew his gaze as if he had been burned by coals and took a step back.
"Get ready to eat, don't get hungry." He calmed down and said to Wu Xia.
"Oh, okay, I'll serve the rice." Wu Xia then realized that he was so focused on looking at the handsome man that he forgot to do the work he was doing.
She smiled and said to Xu Guoping: "Put the dishes on the table first to avoid burning your hands."
An ordinary word of concern filled Xu Guoping's heart with warmth.
"good."
Hearing his silly answer, Xu Guoping's ears turned red.
What happened to you today? Why is something so wrong?
He turned around mechanically and walked back step by step, but in his heart he was describing the shape of Wu Xia's lips. Her lips were as delicate as the petals exposed in the morning. The faint cherry blossom pink made people unable to help but think. To touch.
he thinks......
Xu Guoping suddenly stopped and frowned.
I was really crazy, what were I thinking there? I was going to get divorced in less than six months, and I finally got rid of this woman. Why would I want to kiss her? ? ?
"What's wrong?" Wu Xia asked worriedly when he saw that his body was motionless.
"I'm fine." Xu Guoping replied without looking back.
Wu Xia looked at his back in confusion and always felt that he was weird. He was so good just now, but why is he so cold now?
Although he is so handsome, his temper is so weird, it really ruins his face.
The rice was served and everyone started eating.
The weird atmosphere between the adults made the children talk less. Mengmeng even looked at Xu Guoping and Wu Xia for a while, wanting to see what was going on between the two of them.
Wu Xia was used to communicating with everyone at the dinner table, and because he was uncomfortable being looked at by Mengmeng, he took the initiative to chat: "The newspaper office replied to my letter, and the rest of the manuscripts have been approved."
Mengmeng didn't know what Wu Xia meant and continued to cook. Xu Bing raised his head after listening to Wu Xia's words: "Has your article been published in the newspaper?"
Their school subscribed to a newspaper and posted it on the bulletin board at the school gate tomorrow. He would sometimes read the joke column. Xu Bing never thought that Wu Xia could publish an article in a newspaper.
By the way, he didn't have time to tell Teacher Bai today. He must tell Teacher Bai tomorrow and ask her to submit articles to the newspaper. Teacher Bai must be a better writer than Wu Xia.
Thinking of this, Xu Bing raised his chin involuntarily, and just as he was about to snort, Wu Xia raised his eyebrows and said, "You have almost finished your meal, and you didn't call me when you came in, right?"
Xu Bing suddenly became droopy again and shouted in a dull voice: "Aunt Wu Xia."
"That's right. Also, after you eat the food I cooked, don't forget to wash the dishes later." Wu Xia ordered without politeness at all.
Xu Bing nodded silently, and Wu Xia continued: "Guoping, I want to take Fat Sister and the others to do some small business. What do you think?"
Fat Sister and the others made Wu Xia feel bad because she lost her job. Today, she walked around the compound specifically to see if there was any way to make money.
Nowadays, the army attaches great importance to the construction of tertiary industries. In addition to reclaiming wasteland and farming, Xu Guoping's army also has an apiary.
Usually they arrange for special personnel to harvest honey and then sell it to surrounding pharmaceutical factories. Wu Xia saw the bee farm today and saw the unwanted beeswax, and she had an idea.
In her previous life, when she was writing novels, she wrote many novels in which the heroine traveled to ancient times to do business and farm.
In one of the books, she gave the heroine a golden finger to make lipstick.
Lipstick is now lipstick. In order to write this skill well, she consulted a lot of information, and also bought a set of DIY materials to make it herself, which came in handy this time.
Although in the early 1990s, Chinese people did not wear much makeup, the demand for lipstick by foreigners was huge.
She had inquired about it, and found out that the closest country to Pingcheng was the Soviet Union. The Soviet Union had developed heavy industry but lacked light industrial products. Therefore, a very special profession emerged on the border between China and the Soviet Union - the trespasser.
Wu Xia wanted to sell the lipstick she made to the Soviet Union through a dealer. As raw materials, she planned to use beeswax that was not available in the army's bee farm. The only consumables were color powder and a little vegetable oil. It can be said that this is a hugely profitable business.
She planned to find someone to smooth the relationship with the lipstick molds and these consumables, and purchase them from a daily chemical factory. Then she could make money with Fat Sister and the others.
Although they are a handicraft workshop and their craftsmanship is not as good as that of daily chemical factories, they cannot cope with the huge demand for lipsticks in the Soviet Union, so they are not so picky about quality. As long as the price is low enough, their products will definitely sell well.
Xu Guoping asked: "What kind of small business do you want to do?"
Wu Xia said: "I want to take Fat Sister and the others to make lipstick. Today I went to the army's apiary and saw that after harvesting the honey, the beeswax was thrown away as garbage. I made an agreement with the people at the apiary. Give it to me, I just need to buy some color powder and lipstick molds, and then I can take the military wives to make lipstick."
Xu Guoping asked doubtfully: "Can you do it?"
It's not that he looked down on Wu Xia. In the compound, few people had seen lipstick. Wu Xia lived in the countryside, and even seeing lipstick was worse than never seeing it. How could he possibly make lipstick?
