The mother of the era is reborn to support her cannon fodder children!

Chapter 364 "You've Changed"

With the help of her two sons, Lin Zhao completed the New Year's fried food.

The twins ate quite a bit while it was being fried.

"The meatballs are delicious! They have meat inside, and my favorite radish too. They're piping hot right out of the pot, but that's the best part!" Hengbao mumbled as she bit into the radish and meat meatballs.

After the fried sweet potatoes were ready, he went to eat them.

Another exclamation.

"Mom's fried sweet potatoes are delicious! They're sweet and crispy. Mom, are you a master chef? Do your hands have magic powers? You're so amazing! I love everything Mom makes!"

No one dislikes hearing nice things, and Lin Zhao was no exception. She was delighted by the eloquent second son's flattery.

"Try another bite of fried fish." Lin Zhao picked up a piece of fried fish with her chopsticks and brought it to Hengbao's mouth.

She's cleaned the fish; all the bones and spines have been removed. No need to worry about it getting stuck in your throat.

Hengbao opened his mouth wide, put the food in, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He cupped his face in his hands, his tone lively, "Delicious!!!"

Lin Zhao marinated the fish beforehand, giving it a salty and savory flavor with no fishy taste. The outside was crispy, while the inside was tender fish meat—it was truly delicious.

"Yu Bao, have a taste too." Lin Zhaochao beckoned to his eldest son.

Yu Bao put a small piece of firewood into the stove. The fire shouldn't be too strong when frying things, otherwise they'll easily burn or even turn black!

"Delicious!!! I love fried fish!!"

Lin Zhao smiled gently, "If you like it, I'll fry it for you often in the future."

Other companies don't have this confidence because you need oil coupons to buy oil, and each person only gets a limited number of stamps per month, so even if you have money, you can't buy them.

She didn't have that concern.

I haven't even finished the fifty pounds of oil I won before!
“I’ll help Mom kill the fish!” Yu Bao said.

"How could you..."

Before Lin Zhao could finish speaking, Hengbao interjected, "My brother knows how, my grandpa taught him, so I can too."

He pouted and said aggrievedly, "My grandpa said my hands aren't steady enough, and I have to wait until I'm ten to kill fish on my own!"

Lin Zhao: She's making a mountain out of a molehill. It's normal for children in the countryside to be capable, and it's not normal for them to learn how to kill fish at the age of six or seven, right?
"You must be careful when handling a knife, and there should be an adult nearby," she said.

"I know, my grandparents taught me." Yu Bao stared at the steaming fried fish, opened his mouth again, and when Lin Zhao fed him another piece, the little boy chewed quickly, his eyes shining with incredible light.

"Mom, can I take some fried fish to Grandpa and Grandma?" he asked hopefully.

“Sure.” Lin Zhao never refused the children’s filial piety towards their grandparents. He filled the enamel basin with peony patterns with fried food: fried fish, fried sweet potatoes, fried meatballs, fried tofu… and then put the lid on.

"Send these over."

Seeing that Yu Bao was about to leave, she called her back, "Put on your hat, or you'll catch a cold... I'll take you to the county hospital for a shot. Anyway, your great-uncle modified the bicycle, so it's incredibly fast."

Yu Bao: "!!"

"I'll wear it!"

He hurried back into the house to get his hat and scarf, put them on carefully, and then went out carrying his enamel basin.

"Hengbao, stay with your brother, don't let anyone bully you," Lin Zhao said.

Hengbao shook his head. "No one dares to bully us. If anyone does, I'll tell Dad when he gets back, and he'll definitely go to their house."

He spoke with great confidence.

This is the confidence that Lin Zhao cultivated.

"Go on, but don't fall."

The twins left.

The old house also makes fried food, but it's not as extravagant as the third house, which uses so much oil. Gu's mother has been frugal all her life, how could she bear to spend that much?

I also bought tofu at home. I put a thin layer of oil in the pan, fried it briefly, and the aroma was incredibly tempting.

"Grandpa! Grandma!! Your grandson is here again!!" Hengbao, carrying his fried food, strode in with an old man's gait, looking quite proud. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted at the top of his lungs, his pride clearly audible.

Seeing smoke coming from the kitchen, Yu Bao guessed that his grandmother was there and went over there.

Then, seeing that Gu's mother hadn't put down the wooden spatula, she poked most of her body out and replied, "They're in the kitchen. Did they come to pick up Qianbao and Yaobao? Bangbang and Laimei are watching them. Are they freezing? Come in and warm yourself by the fire."

Noticing the enamel basin in his grandson's hand, he quickly took it, asking, "What's this?"

Hengbao shouted, "My mom makes fried food!"

He licked his lips and continued, "Fried meatballs, fried sweet potatoes, fried tofu, fried fish... They're super, super delicious!"

He stretched out his arms, making a very large gesture, his bright black eyes shining.

Mother Gu opened the lid of the enamel basin, and a fragrant aroma wafted out. The contents inside were glistening with oil, making one's mouth water and stomach rumble.

After all this blasting, are we just going to give up on life?

This is the first reaction of someone who lives frugally.

Mother Gu didn't say anything to spoil the mood, but said happily, "There's so much. The fried food can be stored for a while. We can eat it again when we have our family reunion dinner in a few days."

"Your dad loves a stew with fried tofu and fried sweet potatoes, make it for him for Chinese New Year!"

Those who work hard away from home are always the ones their parents worry about the most.

"My dad has a favorite food?" Hengbao asked in surprise. "I thought he liked to eat everything."

Yu Bao also said, "Yeah, when I was in the army, every time my mom asked my dad what he wanted to eat, he would say... anything is fine, I love whatever you make."

Mother Gu: "..." Good heavens, why did she listen to other couples' private conversation?

She remained silent, poured the fried food her grandson had brought into a dry basin, covered it, and locked the cupboard door.

"Go back and help your mother. I'll take Qianbao and Yaobao to school later. You two don't need to run around, be careful not to catch a cold."

The twins, one carrying an enamel basin and the other a lid, left hand in hand.

After walking a few steps, Yu Bao felt that the weight of the enamel basin was wrong. He turned his head and saw that Amber was tilting its head and trying its best to lick the basin.

"……amber!!!"

Amber, who eats her fill of dog food every day and occasionally gets a snack, sits gracefully, looking innocently at her little owner.

"You'll have to explain to my mom later!" Yu Bao said sternly, placing the basin in front of his chest and pulling his younger brother away.

Amber obediently followed.

“Amber is craving it too,” Hengbao said.

Hearing its little master call its name, Amber walked to Hengbao's side.

Back home, Lin Zhao washed the basin several times and scalded it with hot water before relaxing her furrowed brows. She didn't plan to use the basin anymore; there was plenty at home anyway, so she could easily switch it out.

……

Xue Rui bought his ticket and, without much delay, boarded the train to find Uncle Song.

A few days later, he appeared at the entrance of the textile factory, showed the gatekeeper the letter of introduction, and successfully found the person he wanted.

When Uncle Song saw his old friend, memories of the past rushed back to him. He smiled, walked over, hugged the person, and patted him on the back.

"They came really fast."

Xue Rui avoided his injured arm and patted his back instead, saying, "You were so anxious. If I hadn't come sooner, I was afraid you would have said bad things about me to Lao Er and the others."

"Get lost!" Uncle Song let go of his hand and led him to his office.

Seeing that his arm was moving normally, Xue Ruixin felt relieved.

"The second brother and the others asked me to bring you some tonics. I left them at the guesthouse and will deliver them to your home later."

Yes, all of Uncle Song's classmates and friends knew about his serious injuries, and almost all of them sent him money and things to help him recover.

When Xue Rui came over this time, several people from his hometown asked him to bring them things.

Poor Factory Director Xue had hoped to have a relaxing business trip, but unexpectedly... he ended up carrying a bunch of things, looking like a roughneck going to visit relatives.

"Thanks." Uncle Song didn't stand on ceremony with his old friends.

He poured Xue Rui a cup of tea, and the two chatted for more than half an hour before getting down to business.

"What's going on with the transmission? Do you have a finished product?" Xue Rui asked directly.

With the Lunar New Year approaching, he couldn't stay any longer.

Uncle Song stood up. "Of course we have finished products. If we didn't implement production, would I be calling you? Come on, I'll show you. You'll know once you try it."

Remembering Song Liu's words about easily accelerating the process, Xue Rui put down his teacup, quite pleased with himself. He then closed the enamel mug and stood up.

"This tea smells delicious. I'll drink some more when I get back."

A smug look appeared on Uncle Song's face. "Zhaozhao got them by chance, and knowing I liked them, she gave them all to me."

Xue Rui said, "Give me some!"

Let you show off.

Uncle Song feigned heartache, "...Alright."

"You need to take note of the washing machine that my daughter Zhaozhao wants."

Xue Rui knew he never suffered a loss, and after all these years, he hadn't changed at all. "I'm trying to figure something out."

"The sooner the better," Uncle Song said, pushing his luck.

Xue Rui looked helpless, but felt unusually relaxed.

At his level, only in the presence of close friends with whom he has no vested interests can he feel a moment of ease.

Come to the open space.

Uncle Song handed his bicycle to Xue Rui.

"you try."

Without a word, Xue Rui took the front of the car, stepped onto the pedal with his left foot, swung his right leg, and sat on the seat.

With a gentle push, the bike was about ten meters away from its original position.

"!!!"

A burning desire flashed in his eyes, and with another push, the bike slid forward.

It was effortless and easy to walk.

This technology doesn't exist abroad.

The market is so big, I can't even imagine.

There is great potential! There is great potential!

Various thoughts flashed through Xue Rui's mind. He turned the car around and drove towards Uncle Song.

Stop in front of him.

Supporting oneself on one leg.

"Liu'er..." he called out affectionately, his face full of ease, "The washing machine that Zhaozhao wanted will be delivered in a few days. Do you need anything else?"

No wonder he's sixth.

His wildly imaginative ideas will eventually become reality.

Over the years, he's been reflecting on his experiences.

really.

If it doesn't make a sound, it's a blockbuster.

Uncle Song said, "The washing machine is the most important thing. As for the rest... you can give me whatever you want. I don't care. The washing machine is the New Year's gift I want to give to Zhaozhao. You know, for me, fame and fortune are not as important as Zhaozhao's happiness."

Xue Rui stared at him for a few seconds, then gave a helpless smile. "You haven't changed at all."

“You’ve changed,” Uncle Song said.
Xue Rui: "??"

"Getting old."

Xue Rui's breath hitched. He didn't want to talk to this person who could be so hurtful. He locked his bicycle, rushed back to his office where there was good tea, and gulped down two mouthfuls.

This tea is so fragrant.

Drinking good tea can dispel all the gloom in my heart!

Uncle Song followed slowly behind, took a file folder from the safe, and handed it to Xue Rui.

"The technical data for the transmission is all inside; keep it safe."

Xue Rui knew how important this information was, so he carefully put it away and placed it in his briefcase, pondering what benefits he could get for Xiao Liu using this technology.

"Have you ever thought about leaving here? Come to our factory, we'll make you the chief engineer." He suddenly had the idea of ​​poaching someone.

"Excellent benefits, we'll provide you with a large house and two job openings."

Xue Rui is very sincere.

Without even thinking, Uncle Song shook his head and refused, "No, it's too far from home, I don't want the hassle."

Xue Rui sighed.

"I guessed it. If you weren't so attached to your home, you would have achieved even more by now." He had great confidence in his friend's abilities.

Uncle Song said, "I'm not that noble. In my heart, family always comes first."

He even turned down a job in the capital, simply because it was too far from home. Xiwei had helped him, and he left without a trace—what difference is there between him and an ingrate?!

"You, you..." Xue Rui was speechless, but he liked this kind of steadfast and kind-hearted person the most.

After finishing the tea, I added water several more times until the tea lost its flavor, and then I stopped.

Without standing on ceremony with Uncle Song, she directly asked him for tea.

Uncle Song generously gave him two ounces of tea, saying, "The washing machine will be delivered before the New Year. I'm waiting for it."

Xue Rui: "Do you think I, a factory manager of such a high rank, would lie to you?"

"It's lunchtime, come on, I'll take you to eat," Uncle Song changed the subject.

"Anything is fine," Xue Rui said. "I'd like to try the food in your cafeteria."

"Row."

So the two of them headed towards the cafeteria.

……

Ten days passed quickly.

On the afternoon of the same day that Uncle Song received Xue Rui's call, he received the washing machine that Xue Rui had arranged to be delivered.

"Can such a lump of iron really wash clothes properly?" Aunt Song asked, touching the washing machine's exterior with a hint of disbelief.

"Can it be called a washing machine if it can't get things clean? I'll go borrow a handcart and take it to Zhaozhao later," Uncle Song said.

“Okay, there are a lot of clothes to wash before the New Year. Zhao Zhao said last time that she wanted to wash the curtains at home. With this washing machine, she won’t have to wash them by hand!” Aunt Song agreed with her husband.

Thinking of something, he added, "I wonder if she has prepared enough laundry detergent. I've stocked up on quite a bit, I'll take it to her later."

Uncle Song looked at his wife with gentle eyes.

His wife is the most understanding person in the world!

"Okay." The voice was slightly hoarse.

"If there's another chance, I'll get one for the family too," Uncle Song said.

Aunt Song was warm-hearted, but shook her head. "There are so few people in our family. Our sons can wash their own clothes. I'll just wash ours. We don't need a washing machine. Yuncheng and Yunjin aren't married yet. There are many expenses at home. We don't need to go through all that trouble and incur favors or tickets. It's unnecessary."

Uncle Song didn't say anything, but he thought to himself that if he had the chance, he would still buy it!

Then he went to find a cart.

The residents of the apartment building had never seen a washing machine before. When they saw this big thing, they all gathered around and started talking about it.

"So this is what a washing machine looks like."

"How do you wash clothes with this thing? Will it even get them clean?"

"Song Gong, you're truly an excellent uncle to your niece; many fathers aren't as good as you!"

Some people are sarcastic, saying, "It's not even their own child."

Aunt Song retorted unhappily, "What's the difference between someone you raise and someone you have your own child? You sour chicken!"

Gu Qingzhou couldn't help but retort, "You could have asked your uncle to buy it for you. Is it that you don't want it and prefer to wash clothes by hand in the dead of winter?"

"You!" The person who made the sarcastic remark looked displeased. "This is a matter for our staff quarters, what business is it of yours?"

She never expected that the usually polite and reserved boy would speak so rudely.

(End of this chapter)