People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Chapter 208 "First Place Reward: 1 catties of glutinous rice and 1 box of sesame cakes"



Chapter 208 "First Place Reward: 1 catties of glutinous rice and 1 box of sesame cakes"

She just felt that it was unfair that she had never received these honors despite working just as hard.

Listening to what Section Chief Zhou said to her, she felt that it really resonated with her.

Yes, I have worked diligently for many years, and this title of advanced and active member is truly well-deserved.

She sighed inwardly, realizing that people really do need to be flexible. Although her straightforward nature was hard to change, she was genuinely happy to have this opportunity.

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By this time, Xiaoting had finished her homework, closed the curtains, and gone to sleep.

Zhuang Chaoying glanced at her watch; it was already past eleven. "Ah Ling, the water bottle and lunchbox are already packed in your bag. Are you sure you don't need me to take you?"

Huang Ling slung the cloth bag over her shoulder and lowered her voice: "After dinner tonight, Song Ying is also on the night shift, let's go together."

Ah Ling is forty years old this year, and this night shift will be her last night shift at the cotton mill.

"What do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll go buy it first thing in the morning, and you can have it ready when you get home from work."

Huang Ling pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "Then let's make pan-fried dumplings."

Zhuang Chaoying saw A-Ling to the door, glanced casually towards the attic, and then kissed A-Ling on the cheek. "Go on."

Huang Ling nodded slightly, a big smile on her face: "Alright, go to sleep now."

She gently closed her door and called softly, "Song Ying."

Song Ying had just finished eating when she heard Sister Ling's voice. She immediately put down her chopsticks and picked up her bag. "Wu Feng, the dishes aren't washed."

Wu Feng handed over the key. "Okay, I'll swipe it in a bit. You and Sister Ling, be careful."

Song Ying and Huang Ling walked side by side on the street leading to the factory.

"Sister Ling, I forgot to ask you during the day. You're the same age as Wu Feng, forty years old this year. Shouldn't you no longer have to work the night shift?"

Huang Ling affectionately linked arms with Song Ying. "The director told me that I'm still an advanced worker this year, and it wouldn't look good if I didn't work the night shift. After October, they'll completely remove my name from the night shift roster. Wow, time really flies. In the blink of an eye, Chao Ying, Engineer Lin, and I are all forty years old."

As she spoke, she turned her head and gently touched Song Ying's cheek. "Little Song, you're still young."

Song Ying reached out and grasped Sister Ling's hand; the back of her hand was so smooth!

"Sister Ling, please don't talk about me like that. You don't look forty at all. You look about the same age as me."

"That's great, you don't have to work the night shift anymore. I still have to wait five years. From now on, I'll have to walk alone in this quiet alley in the middle of the night to go to my night shift."

Huang Ling gripped Song Ying's hand tightly, her smile growing even brighter.

Having such a caring neighbor, friend, and sister as Song Ying is a blessing in her life.

"He speaks in a very refined manner. A few days ago, Engineer Lin told us that he would pick you up and drop you off when you go to the night shift. Congratulations, Xiao Song, on being recognized as an advanced worker this year."

Upon hearing this, Song Ying jumped up excitedly. "Ah! Sister Ling, isn't it strange that it passed unanimously?"

Huang Ling laughed, genuinely happy for her good friend who had been recognized as an outstanding employee. "It's not surprising, Xiao Song. You're very capable, especially this year you've treated your apprentices and interns very well, you haven't been scolding them much. If you ask me, you should have been recognized a long time ago."

"Dongzhe got into No. 1 Middle School, and Wu Feng is earning much more than before. He's in a good mood, so naturally he won't curse anymore. He's too happy to even think about it. Also, Section Chief Zhou said that this year's advanced conference doesn't require him to give a speech on stage. Instead, they'll have a special award ceremony."

"What's the special award ceremony format?"

As Song Ying spoke, she pulled Sister Ling and started dancing. "Dance! La la la, Sister Ling, come with me."

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The day before the National Day holiday, the 30th.

As evening approached, the sky was dyed a magnificent orange-red by the setting sun.

The alleyway was filled with the aroma of food.

After the meal, everyone gradually came to the courtyard and casually sat together.

The table was covered with various snacks, and everyone was eating sunflower seeds, shelling peanuts, and chatting.

Zhuang Chaoying walked over carrying a kettle and four cups in her other hand. "This tea was brought over by my father-in-law from Suzhou two years ago. We haven't drunk it yet, but since everyone's here today, we can have a taste."

After saying that, Zhuang Chaoying poured water into everyone's water cup.

Song Ying picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and then placed the cup on the table. "Not bad."

Song Ying said excitedly, "Let me tell you, Ling Jie and I were both named outstanding and active members this year. But this award ceremony was interesting; it turned into a dance competition."

"The prize for first place is ten catties of glutinous rice and a box of sesame cakes."

Huang Ling nodded gently from the side. "Yes, not only will there be a certificate symbolizing honor and a six-yuan prize, but if we win the dance competition, these ten catties of glutinous rice will be just enough for our two families to make dumplings."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Chaoying and Lin Wufeng's smiles froze instantly, and they exchanged a troubled glance.

Lin Wufeng spoke first: "Song Ying, could you not go on stage? It feels really awkward for a grown man like me to go on stage and twist my waist. It's so uncomfortable for people to watch."

He frowned, imagining himself dancing on stage, and his heart sank into having second thoughts.

Zhuang Chaoying chimed in, spreading her hands with a bewildered expression. "Exactly, I can't dance either, what am I going to do?"

Seeing the two grown men looking troubled, Song Ying said, "Wu Feng, Teacher Zhuang, if you're not going to dance with me and Sister Ling, then I'll find someone else to dance with."

Upon hearing this, Lin Wufeng quickly waved his hands. "No, no, no, I didn't say we couldn't jump, it's just that we really don't know how."

Song Ying turned her head and looked at Wu Feng: "After all these years, I've finally become an activist for the first time, so you have to cooperate with me fully."

Zhuang Chaoying nodded to the side and unconsciously took a stool and sat down next to A Ling.

The thought of other men putting their hands on Ah Ling's waist made him feel jealous and sour.

No, absolutely not. Only Ah Ling's waist can be touched by herself.

"Ah Ling, I'll dance with you. It's just twisting your waist, I'll learn."

Seeing this, Lin Wufeng gritted his teeth, nodded, and patted Song Ying's leg. "Learning is fine, but who will teach us in our alley? Dancing isn't something you can learn in a day or two."

Just then, Xiaoting, Dongzhe, and Pengfei returned from outside, carrying several paper bags in their hands.

"Mom and Dad, we are back."

Xiaoting strode into the courtyard and handed the plum blossom cake in her hand to her mother. "Mom, Aunt Song, have some plum blossom cake. It's still warm, fresh out of the oven, and smells so good."

"Mom and Dad, are there any popsicles left in the fridge?"

As Dongzhe spoke, he kept glancing towards the refrigerator, beads of sweat still clinging to his forehead, clearly indicating that he had gotten hot from playing outside.

Zhuang Chaoying looked at Dong Zhe. This kid won second prize in the Golden Song and Dance Competition a couple of years ago. Isn't he a ready-made dance teacher?

Several people said the same name almost at the same time, without prior arrangement.

"Lin Dongzhe!"

The three children were startled by the sudden shout and looked at the four adults with confusion.

They look at me and I look at you.

What's wrong? What happened?

Xiaoting shook her head. She didn't know! She didn't know!


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