Thanks to the little flower cat meowing for giving away three sachets for 24 consecutive days!

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"In her twenties, she should be a big girl. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info probably saw the jeep, she thought about meeting some young talent, or the son of an official family, to create some opportunities for herself to climb the branches!"

Song Zi'an pursed his lips: "Which good person can take a fancy to her! She is not tall, her figure is not good, her appearance is average, and her behavior is vulgar! It's weird, we don't know her, and she doesn't know us, so why is she hostile to my family?"

Song Yiyi rubbed her white noodles and analyzed: "Look at the people in their family, they were able to take advantage of it yesterday, so today's girl's behavior is easy to understand, a family!"

Shi Fengzhu was a little worried about his son, who was not deeply involved in the world: "Zi'an, you have to stay away from this family, don't be stuck by them, when you want to, it will be difficult for you to get rid of it." ”

Song Zi'an didn't look down on that family at all, including the person who smashed the door last night, and the person who slammed his family today: "I will definitely stay away." ”

The family sat around making dumplings, and Song Yiyi instructed uneasily: "I specially prepared more stuffing and noodles, and I can make a lot." Except for what I ate today, I put it outside and froze it. Wait for the day after tomorrow, if your parents want to eat, just cook it in the pot. ”

Shi Fengzhu stroked the broken hair under his ears with his hands, and there was a little white flour on his ears: "It's okay, I can scramble eggs, noodles, stewed sauerkraut, and many common dishes can be made, but the taste is average, hehe." ”

Song Zhemin raised his hand and gently wiped off the white face on his daughter-in-law's ear chakra with the back of his hand: "Yiyi, don't worry." I just can't move one leg now, I can't cook, I can't starve me and your mother. ”

Shi Fengzhu bent the corners of his mouth, lowered his head and continued to make dumplings.

Song Yiyi has long been accustomed to the affection of her parents, but Song Zi'an blushed a little. In the 70s, the folk customs of Huaxia were still quite conservative, even if they were husband and wife, in front of outsiders and family members, they didn't even touch their hands, let alone other intimate actions.

Since his father was discharged from the hospital, Song Zi'an felt that the relationship between his parents was getting better and better, and every move between the two was close, and even the eyes of each other were affectionate. He was glad to see that!

Song Yiyi thought that her mother couldn't cook at all, even if she inherited the cooking skills of the original owner, it was estimated that it would not be much better;

She sighed silently: "After wrapping the dumplings, I'll fry some more tofu balls, which can be left for a few days." Tomorrow, I'll get up early and wrap up more wonton stew, except for what we ate in the morning, the rest will be frozen outside, and when you want to eat, the next two bowls of wonton stew are also a meal. ”

Song Zhemin looked at his daughter with a smile, a teenage girl, but worried about her seventy or eighty-year-old parents, her heart was warm, it was so good for the family to be together!

When Song Zi'an heard that he would eat wonton stew tomorrow morning, he came to his senses: "I remember, Brother Xinyong said that he would bring two goubangzi roast chickens to eat on the road." ”

Song Yiyi raised his head and glanced at him: "Brother, thanks to you for telling me, otherwise I will eat chicken! I will make some more cakes in a while and eat them with meat rolled in cakes." By the way, I'll boil some more tea eggs, it's cold all the way, things don't break easily, and they can last for a few days. ”

Listening to what his sister said, Song Zi'an raised his hands in agreement: "Yiyi, prepare these old things, we basically don't have to buy food on the way." ”

At half past three in the afternoon, Jiang Xinyong came on time.

Song Yiyi ordered a pot of dumplings and asked him to eat them first. Jiang Xinyong ate a lot at noon, and he was not too hungry, but he still couldn't resist the temptation, picked up a dumpling, dipped it in soy sauce and vinegar, and took a bite, his mouth was full of umami and fragrance. He ate one plate after another, and soon ate all the plates, and put down his chopsticks before he spoke in the air: "This taste is fresher than the fishermen on the beach!"

Song Yiyi then gave dumplings to Commander Jiang and Jiang Xinjun so that they could take them away. Jiang Xinyong stood in the kitchen with her, talking about the situation in the hospital.

As soon as Master Jiang arrived at the hospital, he found the director of surgery and asked for surgery.

Director Ning of the Department of Surgery thought that Master Jiang was in a temper, he was hospitalized for the New Year, and he couldn't go home, and no one was comfortable in his heart, he could understand.

Master Jiang's leg was registered in their surgery, and because the special position of shrapnel could not be operated on, this person came to the hospital at least once in two or three years, and more frequently in recent years.

Director Ning of the Department of Surgery, at the insistence of Master Jiang, had to examine him. However, when he got the film, he found that the shrapnel had actually shifted and moved to a very safe place, and now all it takes is an ordinary surgeon to cut through the flesh and take out the shrapnel!

Director Ning was very surprised, and he was happy to replace the iron-blooded soldier in front of him. He hurriedly told the good news to Senior Commander Jiang in one go.

Master Jiang already had extraordinary trust in Song Yiyi, and now that the condition of his leg had been confirmed by the hospital, he exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and the mountain that was pressing on him could finally be moved: "Director Ning, can I have surgery now?"

Director Ning looked at his anxious expression and thought about it, the patient's physical condition meets the requirements for surgery, and this kind of minor surgery does not require special preparation, it can really start at any time: "Okay, I'll go and prepare, and in ten minutes, we will operate!"

Jiang Xinyong looked at Song Yiyi gratefully: "When I came, my father had already finished the operation. It's just a local anesthetic, and Dad is awake all the time. He also said, let me bring more mackerel stuffed dumplings, Yiyi must be delicious!"

Song Yiyi poured water into the pot for the last time, and said, "That's a good dare! Godfather won't have to suffer that crime again in the future!"

Then she filled the two insulated buckets brought by Jiang Xinyong to the brim, and took the largest aluminum lunch box, filled it with dumplings, and wrapped it in a towel.

Jiang Xinyong didn't dare to delay, and shouted in the direction of the inner room: "Uncle, I'll go first, so as not to make the dumplings cold." He explained to Song Yiyi again: "Tomorrow, I will pick you and Zi'an as soon as possible and leave me breakfast." ”

After he finished speaking, he took these dumplings that had just come out of the pot and left in a puff of smoke.

I discovered the beauty of the jeep again, and I was excited to wait at the entrance of the alley, and this time I was sure to see the people in the car. However, the left couldn't wait, the right waited for no one, the little north wind was blowing, and after half an hour, she began to chill.

Even so, Lin Meili still stood next to the car and persisted. Ten minutes passed, another ten minutes passed, and Lin Meili began to tremble.

From time to time, Mrs. Lin looked through the crack in the door, and after waiting for such a long time, she only saw her girl standing alone.

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