MTL - Siheyuan: The Final Winner-Chapter 511 Delicious Sauce Pork Soup Dumplings

  Chapter 511 Delicious soup dumplings with sauced meat

  Late at night.

  Qin Huairu slowly woke up.

  As soon as she put on her clothes in the dark, she heard Jia Zhang whisper:

   "You run too much, you go every day, can you take a rest? You don't go to work during the day?"

  Qin Huairu replied softly: "The work the master in the factory arranged for me is not too tiring, but it's okay."

   "I'll go there first, and I'll come back before dawn, and I can still sleep at his place, don't worry."

  Jia Zhang said: "I'm not worried about you, I'm worried that you will collapse and no one will earn money to support the family."

   "And why is your demand so strong? Except for those few days, there is no day off every month."

   "Why do I feel that you are at a loss, he doesn't seem to have done you any favors, it's not worth it!"

  Qin Huairu poured hot water, gently watered and washed, and whispered:

   "Why is it no good? Who bought the food for me? The meal I ate at night was for nothing?"

   "Besides, after Dongxu left, I am so young, so I have some abnormal needs?"

   "Don't think about things, and don't want to be greedy for cheap, our big benefits will eventually fall on the head of the stick."

  Ms. Jia Zhang sighed softly and said, "Okay, I won't be bothered to guard it for you at night, so you should be more careful."

  After cleaning, Qin Huairu wiped it clean with a dry towel, nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'm being careful!"

   As he spoke, he got up and put down the towel, pulled up his pants, covered himself with a flashlight, and walked out of the house lightly.

  It was very cold at night, and the night wind was blowing.

  Fortunately, Qin Huairu was dressed thickly, so she wasn't afraid, she just put her hands in her sleeves.

   Just blocked the light of the flashlight, leaving only a faint light, which can roughly see the road.

  Come to the front yard.

  Qin Huairu pushed the door and went in, and locked the door with his backhand. Without Jiang Pingan's greeting, he went to the kitchen.

  Tonight, I prepared soup dumplings with sauced meat, and five of them were steamed in a small steamer.

  The skin of the soup is thin and translucent, the soup is rich, the taste is mellow, tender and palatable, fat but not greasy.

  Qin Huairu was overjoyed, she had eaten this soup dumpling once, and the delicious taste would never be forgotten.

  So he quickly took the steamer out of the pot, took a pair of chopsticks, and turned to the bedroom.

  Jiang Pingan had already prepared the kang table and was smoking beside it. Qin Huairu stepped forward and said:

   "Smoking again, can you smoke less? Smoking too much is bad for your health."

  Jiang Pingan shook the cigarette ash, and replied: "Eat yours quickly, eat early and rest early at night."

  Qin Huairu didn't say any more. She and Jiang Ping'an have been together for a long time, and they have a sense of proportion in what they say and do.

  After sitting down on the kang, Qin Huairu sipped the soup bag lightly, took a small bite, and happily said: "It's delicious!"

   "By the way, are you really going to bring Jingru to the city to celebrate the New Year this year?"

  Jiang Ping'an nodded and said, "Yes, you think I'm joking?"

   "Then I will go back to my mother's house early and send back the food I prepared in the past two months." Qin Huairu said.

  Jiang Pingan asked suspiciously: "Didn't you say to go back to your hometown for the New Year? It can't be because I changed my mind?"

   "What else? You and Jingru are celebrating the New Year in the city, I'm afraid I'm not used to going to the countryside." Qin Huairu said.

   "Let's think about it, on the sixteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, I'll go back to the countryside, and I'll be back on the eighteenth. They'll hate it if I stay for a long time."

  Jiang Pingan said with a smile: "You can do it! By the way, I bought you a padded jacket, and you will take it with you when you leave in the morning."

   "I've been with me for so long, and I just stared at it. It's the Chinese New Year, and I'll give you some clothes to wear."

  Qin Huairu's face was overjoyed, and he felt extremely warm in his heart, and said happily:

   "Thank you, must have spent a lot of money?"

  Jiang Pingan nodded slightly, and said, "Well, it's almost a month and a half of your salary."

   In fact, the clothes are produced in the space, and there is no cost.

  The style is imitated according to the existing style of the department store, and the market price is more than 20 to 30 yuan.

  In the future, if he goes abroad and visits other factories, he can also scan various equipment data through the workshop.

   Unfortunately, workshops cannot produce industrial equipment.

  The only thing that can come in handy is the scanning function, and then print it into a drawing.

   But this is fine, if he really wants to be able to manufacture equipment, he has to rack his brains to find an excuse for the source, which is hard to explain.

   There is no need for blueprints. Even if he says it was stolen, others will not look down on him, but will praise him.

  For the development of the country, what happened to learning from foreign countries? It's a matter of getting it.

  Qin Huairu was dumbfounded, and said, "Tsk tsk, I've grown so big, I haven't worn such expensive clothes yet."

  Then she speeded up eating the buns, wanting to find out the padded jacket earlier and try it on.

   "Eat slowly, don't try it now, try it later." Jiang Pingan said with a smile.

  Qin Huairu froze for a moment, blushed, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Okay, I'm so excited."

  After eating, Qin Huairu went to wash the dishes first, then returned to the bedroom, undressed and got into bed.

   "Hmm... It's still comfortable to hold you." Qin Huairu loosened her hair, lay in his arms, and said happily.

  While holding it and playing with it, she said, "My mother-in-law said that I was at a disadvantage with you, and I didn't get any benefits."

   "Oh? What benefits do you want?" Jiang Pingan pinched her headlight, glanced sideways, and said unhappily.

  Qin Huairu smiled lightly and said, "I haven't finished yet, why are you staring at me?"

   "I told her that you helped me buy food, took care of me in the factory, and invited me to dinner at night, which is already very good."

  As for the matter of the stick, it is still too young to mention.

   In the future, when the relationship is deep, what's the matter with Banggen, can Jiang Ping'an help?

  Not to mention her relationship with Jiang Ping'an, even if Qin Jingru takes over in the future, Jiang Ping'an is still a relative.

  As long as there are no conflicts between the two families, Banggen needs help, and if Jiang Pingan asks for help, is he ashamed not to help?

   "Then she will say something else. I'm only telling you about this, so don't take it to heart."

  Jiang Pingan shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter if you say it or not. I came from poverty, so my hands are a little tight."

   "The only thing I can do is to help you solve some practical difficulties, and don't think too much about it."

  Qin Huairu winked and said: "I know, you can feel it, your hands are really tight."

  Jiang Pingan froze for a moment, looked at her charming face, turned over, and said with a smile:

   "Okay, it seems that you are really living a happy life now, otherwise you are not in the mood to joke with me."

  Qin Huairu frowned slightly, felt it silently for a moment, exhaled lightly, and said:

   "That's right, I don't lack food and clothing now, and my family is healthy and healthy, can you be unhappy?"

   As he spoke, he hugged Jiang Ping'an's waist again, using his strength.

  Jiang Pingan laughed, leaned over and whispered something in her ear.

  Qin Huairu blinked her eyes, pursed her lips and smiled, then nodded silently: "It's up to you."

  So Jiang Pingan lifted the quilt, and the two hid in the bed, hesitating and hawing, not knowing what they were doing.

  (end of this chapter)