Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

With just one glance, she understood her man's thoughts.

He felt sorry for this girl…

I didn't get a good family to help me, and I ended up with a grandmother like this.

She's had a tough life, sigh...

Looking back on the feeling, it was quite magical, as if the two of them had known each other for many years.

Having lived most of our lives together, we can understand each other with just a glance.

This made Yingzi even more convinced that she was destined to be Yang Jianguo's person for life.

I felt more at ease and so happy that I wanted to jump up and spin around a few times.

"Thank you, Auntie, you're so kind..."

Xiao Dang sweetly said, "When I grow up, I will definitely treat Auntie well."

"Okay, okay, okay." Yingzi laughed heartily.

After the two finished speaking, Yang Jianguo rubbed Xiaodang's head and looked at her, saying, "Xiaodang is such a good girl."

A dog doesn't despise its mother, and a child doesn't despise a poor home.

But what if she's ugly, poor, and a troublemaker?!

Originally, Yang Jianguo wanted her to remember the kindness of her family.

They should know how to repay kindness and gratitude for being raised.

Now, he feels it's better to praise the child more.

Help her empower herself and build self-confidence.

As for whether he will be filial in the future, he doesn't expect anyone to support him in his old age.

When he gets old, he might have trouble even taking care of himself.

This life has been a waste; I might as well jump into Shichahai Lake as soon as possible.

Two fingers wide and as thick as a leather belt.

Have a delicious bowl of this, topped with tomato and egg sauce, and stir it with chopsticks.

Oh my god, it smells so good!

Xiao Dang held a small bowl, knelt on the chair, leaned her chest against the table, and shoveled food into her mouth.

I've never eaten such delicious noodles in my entire life.

Is it a dream to find so many eggs in a braising liquid?

Two noodles make a bowl, and Xiao Dang ate until his belly was bulging, so he didn't leave any.

I forced myself to finish it, drinking the broth and all.

He licked the remaining sauce from the bowl with his tongue before putting it down.

"Uncle Yang, hold on..." The girl clutched her stomach, lying in the chair with a furrowed brow.

"Haha, sit down and rest for a bit. Who told you to push yourself?" Yang Jianguo laughed as he picked up a mouthful of noodles.

Put it in your mouth, then suck it in with a 'whoosh'.

He stuffed his mouth full before biting it off, then picked up two more pieces of braised meat from the edge of the bowl and put them in his mouth.

Ah—it smells delicious!

This dough is really chewy; it's even more fragrant than the noodles he makes himself using only refined white flour.

"Yingzi, your cooking is amazing!" Yang Jianguo gave his wife a thumbs up and praised her highly.

Yingzi lowered her head and smiled without saying a word, happily eating her noodles.

When she eats noodles, she also slurps them in with her chopsticks.

However, it didn't cause as much of a stir as Yang Jianguo, nor did it involve such a large demand.

This is also a custom of eating noodles in northern China.

When you go to a northern noodle shop, go inside and listen for yourself; everyone is slurping loudly.

This is so fragrant, you'll want a bowl even if you're full!

Wait until I finish a bowl of noodles, then have a bowl of noodle soup.

With a slurp, the original soup helps digest the original food.

The meal is finally over; next comes washing the pots and dishes.

Yang Jianguo offered to help, but Yingzi kicked him out.

"You're a grown man, not a cook. People will say you married a lazy woman. Get some rest!"

They quickly cleared away the bowls and chopsticks, making sure not to pour out the noodle soup in the pot.

It's thick and gooey; just pour it into a bowl, heat it up the next morning, and you can have a meal with steamed buns.

Life has to be lived frugally.

Save it up, save it up, and you'll have a fortune.

Besides, this is noodle soup with added wheat flour; it would be such a waste to throw it away.

Yingzi felt a pang in her heart whenever she thought about the half-mixed flour.

—That's too extravagant!

Watching her busy figure at the stove, Yang Jianguo's gaze softened even more.

Looking outside again, it was getting dark.

"Xiao Dang, hurry back to your room, your mother will be looking for you soon."

She shuffled her little bottom along the edge of the chair, using her waist to support her weight on the ground.

Xiao Dang bowed to Yang Jianguo and said, "Goodbye, Uncle Yang."

Then he ran behind Yingzi and bowed.

I almost fell over because I lowered my head too hard.

Yingzi paid for it, saying, "Oh dear, this child, we have to be careful."

"Goodbye, Auntie," she said softly, straightened up, and then pushed open the curtain and ran out.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Good Things Take Time; A Car Arrives to Pick Us Up

Xiao Dang bowed and thanked him.

If it wasn't Qin Huairu who taught, then Granny Jia was even less likely to be involved.

She!

It was overheard by Uncle Yan Bugui himself when he was disciplining his children at home.

People should know how to be grateful and respect their teachers.

When you see your teacher, you must bow and greet them.

The same goes for those who are kind to you.

If you don't know how to be grateful, what's the difference between you and an animal?

Xiao Dang wrote some down, but forgot some.

But if she's nice to you, you have to bow to her and she'll remember it.

Uncle Yang was good to her, and so was her aunt, so she had to bow to him.

Little Dang doesn't want to be an animal—it stinks!

Meanwhile, inside the house, Li Ying, having finished her chores, was dawdling in front of the stove.

I wiped and wiped with the rag, reluctant to let go.

It's getting dark. What should I do next?

hey-hey……

"Master Yang."

A shout at the door startled Yang Jianguo, who was preparing to launch a surprise attack on his wife.

Looking at Yingzi again, she realized he was only two steps away from her, and his eyes were almost brimming with tears.

Unfortunately, a spoiler appeared.

"You go wash up first, I'll go take a look." Yang Jianguo turned and walked out.

His face looked grim, as if it screamed, "I'm not happy."

Anyone would be in a good mood if they were stopped at this crucial moment!

But when Yang Jianguo got to the door and took a look, he thought to himself, "It's over, Barbie Q is gone."

The people who came from the factory seem to have something urgent to do.

Those two laying hens will probably also fall into this predicament.

"Master Yang, it's great to see you."

The man could tell from Yang Jianguo's expression that things were not going well.

But he had no choice and could only smile wryly and say, "I'm sorry, it's really an emergency."

"I know the rules. I'll go back to my room and tell my wife."

"You got your marriage certificate! Congratulations!"

"Thank you."

After exchanging pleasantries, Yang Jianguo returned to his room: "Yingzi, I have to go out for a bit."

Li Ying, who was holding a washbasin with her back to him, heard the commotion outside clearly.

She was also looking forward to it, and her ears were perked up!

However, something needs to be done at the factory, so I definitely have to go there.

The two of them...

There's no rush.

"Well, I'll wait for you at home."

Calming her wildly beating heart, Li Ying turned and walked over.

I helped him put on his coat.

"Don't move, I'll do it."

I buttoned up his shirt and then smoothed out the fabric with my hands.

He took a few steps back, looked around, and laughed, "Alright, go ahead!"

Be careful in everything you do; you're not alone anymore.

Hearing her instructions, Yang Jianguo nodded and said "Yes," then lifted the curtain and left.

There's nothing to be sentimental about, we have a long life ahead of us!

In the courtyard, Yang Jianguo was about to ride his bike when the other person pointed to the gate and said, "I came by car, let's go straight there."

Hearing him say that, Yang Jianguo didn't say anything more.

Following them to the front yard, the third aunt was indeed standing at the door, peering out.

These days, bicycles are big purchases, let alone cars.

Take the steel rolling mill for example, it only has two cars, and they're practically brand new.

Its main purpose is to receive high-ranking leaders, inspection teams, and other distinguished guests.

It was usually used by Director Yang and the deputy director so that they could easily go on long trips to inspect work at subordinate units.