Huang Yining saw that everyone was quiet, and he didn't waste time, and said directly: "The first thing I want to announce is about submission, I think many of you should know what the content of the submission is, so I won't introduce it too much."

As for comrades who don't know what the content of the submission is, go directly to the bulletin board in the afternoon to read the notice, which will tell you in detail about the submission.

Okay, that's all for the first thing, and now for the second thing, this Friday there will be a group of foreign merchants coming to our town's cotton mill to buy fabric, but no one at the cotton mill knows a foreign language, so they want us to send a comrade over to help them.

If any comrades want to go to me directly to sign up, the deadline is before the end of work this afternoon.

Alright, I've got all the notices I need to know, and you can go home from work. ”

After hearing Huang Yining's words, everyone got off work at a significantly slower speed than before, because they were busy discussing the matter of submission and translation with acquaintances, and it seemed that cooking at home had become less important.

"Huanhuan, do you want to be a translator?" Wang Jiajia asked the waiter Qinghuan as she walked out of the office.

"I don't know, I'll see it in the afternoon, because I don't know about the submission yet, by the way, do you know about the submission?"

"I don't know, I've never participated."

"Looks like we're both novices in this regard."

"It doesn't matter, because I don't think it's too difficult to submit this kind of submission, after all, if so many people are asked to participate, if it's too difficult, there will definitely be a lot of people who can't write it."

"That's right."

After more than ten minutes, Shi Qinghuan returned home, she first added half a pot of water to the pot, and then she walked downstairs with a bottle of mushroom meat sauce, two catties of flour and one catty of meat.

When she came to Wang Ailan's house, she saw Wang Ailan's family having lunch, and then she realized that this time was a meal, and it was the time for everyone to eat.

So she came to Wang Ailan's house at the moment a bit like she was here to eat, and she was embarrassed.

"Huanhuan, have you eaten? If you don't eat it, you will deal with it at my house? Wang Ailan stood up and greeted the waiter Qinghuan.

"No need, I've already cooked the rice, and I can eat it directly when I get home in a while."

"Oh, so what is the matter with you coming to me?"

"I want you to help me make some mushroom cakes, just yesterday."

"No problem, but I have to come home from work in the evening to help you brand."

"Don't worry, when you're free, when you're branded." After Shi Qinghuan finished speaking, he handed the flour and meat he was carrying in his hand to Wang Ailan.

Then she handed the mushroom sauce to Wang Ailan and said, "This is the sauce I made with the mushrooms I picked yesterday, and it is very fragrant to mix noodles and bibimbap, you can try it later." ”

"Okay, we'll try it in a moment."

"Then I'll go home first." After Shi Qinghuan finished speaking, he turned around and walked directly towards Wang Ailan's house.

After Guan Xiaofu left with Qinghuan, he said to Wang Ailan: "Mother, I want to eat the mushroom sauce made by Sister Huanhuan." ”

"I'm going to get some out." After Wang Ailan finished speaking, she walked towards the kitchen.

When she came out of the kitchen, she had a small plate of mushroom sauce in her hand, and then she put the mushroom sauce in the center of the table, and then said to everyone, "You all taste this mushroom sauce, it tastes so good." ”

(End of chapter)