Zixia's strawberry field was completely abandoned, and at the request of Ling Mei, he and his father began to practice the art of kneading porcelain in the porcelain field. After Zixia's craftsmanship is perfected, Ling Mei will hand it over to them to a cake shop.

Zhiyuan father and son were stunned: "Cake? We won't! ”

"I won't go to school." Ling Mei hired a pastry chef to teach them. "Master, don't underestimate them. My uncle has been pinching porcelain clay all his life. Zixia's craftsmanship is not bad. ”

The pastry chef couldn't help but be in awe: "The one who pinched the porcelain to make the cake was overkill." ”

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Zhiyuan and his son to learn the kung fu of the cream table flower. Even, I moved the technique of pinching porcelain to the cake. The cake is made quickly and beautifully.

Ling Mei also let their father and son participate in a cake competition, not to mention their craftsmanship shocked the audience, and they took the first place.

Zi Xia's spiritual qi immediately recovered.

He looked at the trophy and was finally convinced of Ling Mei's ability. Even he wanted to give up on himself, but he insisted on letting Ling Mei pull up again. Since then, he has been a cake chef in a dessert shop wholeheartedly, and he has no second heart. A few years later, he tied the knot with a waiter at a dessert shop and gave birth to a daughter. His mother was still a little unhappy and wanted to secretly have a second child, but asked him to stop: "What age are you?" Raised well, the daughter and son are the same. If you don't raise it well, it's useless for you to give birth to ten sons. After speaking, he hugged his daughter to change diapers and soak milk powder, and he was skillful.

His mother couldn't help it, and she muttered in her heart, but when she saw Ling Mei's current achievements and status, she thought about it: A girl is a girl. Let her follow Ling Meigan in the future, after all, there is a chance.

As for Luo Guixiang - she is now a mature winery manager. even picked up the long-lost books and started studying again - not all for work, but also for his son Linghui.

Sitting in a room with a few clean windows, she buried herself in writing letters.

Ling Hui, Ling Mei and Jun Xiao's daughter are five years old. The two of them have successful careers, one is a national model worker, an outstanding entrepreneur, and was selected into the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, and I heard that he will be the youngest academician in the country. One is already the director of a new general hospital integrating traditional Chinese and Western medicine in Beijing, young and promising. By the way, how was Ling Yun's university life in France? What are his plans after graduation? And yourself, you are not young anymore, you should have a family.

……

Ling Hui has been in the United States for eight years. Before leaving, he attended the wedding of Ling Mei and Jun Xiao. After the grand and warm wedding, he seemed to have broken free from the suffocation of many years and got on the plane to the United States excitedly.

When he got off the plane, he felt that even his breath was sweet.

After a year as an exchange student, he successfully stayed in the United States. Because of his profession, he chose to work in a well-known publishing house. Gradually, he became the head of the Asian department. Over the years, he has translated countless articles, from human rights in China to environmental protection to the ills of economic development, and has written hundreds of thousands of words. The sense of superiority in the article can't be suppressed.

Until one day, he saw the news of the New York Times Entertainment Magazine: Xiao Lingmei, the godmother of global fashion and president of Xianyun Group, arrived in Paris, France to sit in the first French fashion show of the "Tianyi" brand.

Although the news text is a little sour, it still truthfully reports Xiao Lingmei's peerless appearance and Tianyi's growth process in recent years, as well as the praise of the fabrics produced by her textile company.

His colleague beside him said, "Xiao Lingmei, tsk." This woman is a genius. ”

He had already adopted an English name, and the unknown Chinese name seemed to be a stain on him. At this time, he couldn't help but be glad that no one knew about his relationship with Ling Mei.

"Such a beautiful, capable and rich woman, oh my God, it's just a patron of heaven."

"I've heard that the beautiful fabrics in her textile company are driving Galeries Lafayette crazy."

"Really?!"

"Of course. How many people are surrounding her at the dinner party you are waiting for her to attend. ”

"For me, I'll too—she's so beautiful after all!"

Xiao Linghui didn't squeak. The praise of his colleagues once again stung his long-suppressed indignation.

"I think she should publish an autobiography." The boss suddenly interjects into their conversation. "John, come down to my office."

Ling Hui had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, after the boss smiled and expressed his appreciation for his work, he got to the point. “john。 The publishing house is very interested in a legendary woman like Xiao Lingmei. Do you have connections here to reach her? We can publish her autobiography for free. It is believed that it will become a global bestseller. ”

Xiao Linghui clenched his fists: "I...... Try to get in touch. ”

The boss nodded and said meaningfully: "Your performance has always been very good, if you can get Xiao Lingmei's autobiography done this time." I believe that after my retirement, your development prospects will be better. ”

Ling Hui was shocked after being excited. Yes, he was shocked that Xiao Lingmei had such a great influence on the people of the United States?

My heart was mixed for a while. So what did he get for his hard work in the United States?

During his lunch break, he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafeteria, savoring mashed potatoes and pasta. I thought I would go to Chinatown in the evening to buy some food and make some delicious food by myself. Don't know if the supermarket owner's daughter is there? She's not pretty, but she's in good shape. I didn't get into college last year, so I had to help out in the store.

A sense of powerlessness rose in Ling Hui's heart.

His ambition to come to the United States for the first time has long been dissipated under the torture of reality.

The beautiful girl in the United States doesn't look down on the Chinese at all, and the essence of politeness on the surface is alienation. He had no choice but to turn his attention to Chinatown.

The supermarket owner's daughter was already his best bet.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the supermarket, the girl also held the newspaper and asked him with envy: "Ling Hui, this Xiao Lingmei is only one word different from your name, and she looks a little like you." Are you related? ”

Ling Hui smiled: "It's just a coincidence, you think too much." You must know that the Chinese people's renaming rate is very high. ”

The girl smiled and sighed secretly: "Yes." If you're really her brother, how could you-" She stopped abruptly, turning to the freezer to get something, not noticing Ling Hui's pale and ugly face. "I've got you a cinnamon fish and an old hen. You can take it back and cook it well, but don't waste such good ingredients. ”

Ling Hui walked blankly on the bustling street with the bag in his hand, his heart was so sour that he seemed to be about to swell.

As soon as I got home, I received a call from Ling Yun.

"Brother. My sister and I met. Can't you really take time off work to fly to France? You haven't seen each other in years. ”

Ling Hui's refusal was about to blurt out, but thinking of the boss's mission and his future, he had to change his tone: "I really can't leave here." But after Ling May's trip to France, does she have time to visit New York? It's time for us to get together. ”

Ling Yun turned her head and muttered a few words to her sister excitedly, and said happily: "Okay." I'll come with me then. ”

Hanging up the phone, Ling Hui was in no mood to freeze the food into the refrigerator. Took a piece of leftover pizza from yesterday's meal and passed the dinner.

But the next day, he received good news from the immigration office.

His green card application was approved.

It should have been extremely exciting, but Ling Hui was unexpectedly calm.

Even he was thinking: If he returned to China, would he develop better?

But he quickly put the thought down.

How can there be high-rise buildings in New York in China, which are prosperous?