eurekapd Chapter 218 Wu Feng, it's too late to have a daughter now.
Chapter 218 Wu Feng, it's too late to have a daughter now.
She didn't consider that the family's income was largely thanks to Yiming; all she was thinking about was how much her own wallet was going to suffer.
Just then, the waiter came over with steaming hot dishes.
Huang Ling and Song Ying exchanged a glance. They both understood A-mei's little scheme and were too lazy to argue with her anymore. They tacitly chose to stop talking and focus on eating.
Zhang Amei pouted, sat up straight with a huff, and began to complain.
"Such a big red envelope is really too much. If there are weddings every month, how will our family manage? It was better when we got married. Giving a pair of pillowcases and a washbasin was considered a very respectable wedding gift."
Looking at A-mei's petty and calculating face, Huang Ling recalled the scene of children asking for red envelopes when they visited each other during the Lunar New Year. She couldn't help but shake her head slightly, smiled at Song Ying, and changed the subject.
"Song Ying, these shrimp are delicious, you should try them."
Zhuang Tunan had already skillfully peeled several shrimp. He had developed the habit of helping his parents peel shrimp since he was a child.
He handed her his small bowl. "Mom, I peeled this."
Huang Ling took the small bowl with a happy smile on her face, scooped the shrimp into her own bowl, and then handed the bowl back. "Tu Nan, you eat by yourself, don't worry about Mom."
Song Ying gently nudged her with her arm, just about to speak.
Huang Ling handed the bowl to her. "If you don't mind, we can eat together."
Song Ying didn't stand on ceremony and smiled as she picked up a peeled shrimp from Huang Ling's bowl and put it in her mouth. "Delicious! The shrimp peeled by Tu Nan are really different; they taste much fresher."
Zhuang Chaoying sat to the side, watching the three women chatter away, and found it amusing. It really was a drama with three women.
He pursed his lips and lowered his head to eat the rice in his bowl.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Zhang Amei felt a little uncomfortable. Her eyes darted around, and she quickly changed the subject, looking at Song Xiangyang next to her.
She put on a smile that seemed to show concern for Yiming. "Xiangyang, Yiming is married now, where do they live?"
Upon hearing this, Song Xiangyang put down his chopsticks and looked at her. "After Yiming gets married, he'll just squeeze into his current place for a while. In the second half of the year, the railway bureau will allocate apartments to married employees, and the young couple will have their own little nest."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Amei's lips curled up slightly, her eyes glancing sideways at Xiangyang, a meaningful smile on her face, and she said sarcastically, "No wonder Yiming is in such a hurry to get his marriage certificate."
Song Ying was displeased when she heard Zhang Amei say this.
She frowned, thinking to herself, "Amei's words are too much. She thinks Yiming married this railway girl for the house. It would be so embarrassing for Yiming to hear that. She's just making a bad impression on her for no reason."
So she couldn't help but retort. "Sister, you're wrong about that. Yiming and that girl have a very good relationship. What you're saying makes it sound like Yiming only got married for the house. You can't just say things like that."
Zhang Amei, however, didn't take it seriously and curled her lip indifferently. "Isn't a house important? In this world, how can you live without a house?"
Huang Ling had no intention of paying any attention to Zhang Amei at all, and didn't even glance at her. Instead, she turned to look at Chao Ying.
"Yiming has made a lot of money. Many people in our workshop have come to ask me if Yiming has a girlfriend. They even went to try to get close to Aunt Li. I never expected that Yiming would find such a good girl without anyone knowing, and she works for the railway bureau."
Zhuang Chaoying couldn't help but laugh when she heard this.
He recalled that when the three mischievous boys in his family went to Shanghai to find Tu Nan, Yi Ming had asked this girl to buy his train ticket. He figured that the two of them were already dating back then.
Looking at Tu Nan, Song Ying couldn't help but want to laugh.
Lin Wufeng noticed his wife's unusual behavior, leaned closer to Song Ying, lowered his voice, and asked curiously, "What's so funny?"
Huang Ling's attention was also drawn, and she looked at Song Ying. "Yes, Song Ying, what are you laughing at? The railway bureau is a good place, I'm not wrong."
Song Ying reached out and patted Sister Ling's arm, explaining with a smile, "No, Sister Ling, your workshop is asking if Yiming has any boyfriends. We from Workshop Two are all coming to ask me if Tu Nan has any boyfriends at school. Tu Nan is very popular right now, Sister Ling! When Tu Nan graduates and comes back to Suzhou, your doorstep will be worn down by people!"
Huang Ling smiled even more happily, looking at her son with eyes full of pride, and covered her mouth to laugh.
He laughed so hard he almost fell over. "Hahaha, Song Ying, don't talk nonsense! Hahaha!"
Song Ying said with a serious expression, "Sister Ling, I'm very serious. If I had a daughter, I would marry her off to Tu Nan. That's what they call 'being close to the water tower and getting the moon first.'"
Hearing his wife's words, Lin Wufeng's lips curled up, feeling both amused and annoyed. He quickly stuffed the peeled shrimp into Song Ying's mouth. "The child is here; it would be embarrassing to talk about Tu Nan in front of everyone."
As he spoke, he gestured for Song Ying to look at Tu Nan.
Looking at Sister Ling, Zhang Amei suddenly thought of her own daughter, Xiaomin.
Xiaomin will graduate in July. She has been interning at the factory for more than half a year and will be assigned a job soon.
So she cleared her throat. "Sister Ling, your factory's new workshop should be operational by the end of the year, right?"
Huang Ling nodded and answered affirmatively. "The factory has received another batch of spindles, and it should be up and running soon."
Song Xiangyang looked at Aunt Huang, frowned slightly, and asked seriously, "Now there are quite a few textile workshops opening up in rural towns. Do factories have that many orders?"
Song Ying was still a little confused. She blinked and looked at Song Xiangyang with a puzzled expression. "Xiangyang, isn't cotton regulated by the authorities? How did the textile workshops in the village get the raw materials?"
Huang Ling looked at Tu Nan. "Tu Nan, even Mom doesn't know, do you know?"
Zhuang Tunan picked up the conversation. "Here's what happened, Mom, Aunt Song. The newspaper said that cotton production is very high now. After deducting what the factories use, there's still a lot left over. So the government has agreed that farmers can handle the rest themselves, like selling it." He spoke clearly and logically, making it easy for anyone to understand.
Song Ying suddenly realized and couldn't help but nod. "As expected, college students know a lot. Wu Feng, it's too late to have a daughter now." Her words made everyone laugh again.
At this moment, Li Yiming, beaming with joy, led his bride gracefully to their table to offer a toast.
"Thank you, Uncle and Aunt, for coming to our wedding! Let's all have a drink together!"
Everyone raised their glasses in enthusiastic response.
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