The petite wife of the era, the rough man's husband spoils

Chapter 71 Someone is stupid
There was a lot of food to eat at night. Tan Mianmian found that her dumplings were filled with meat, while others had suet residue and sauerkraut.

That kind of suet is also very dry, the kind that is black and yellow.

A wave of emotion welled up in my heart.

If it is the kind of vanity of later generations, maybe what you get from your own generosity will be taken for granted by others.

It’s like that little star who donated millions to educate poor children. Before he died of cancer, what he faced was not the thanks and encouragement of those people, but a liar. No matter, you have to take the money out.

Although they are all her things, the distinction between the bowl of dumplings in front of me is even more comforting.

A bowl of dumplings satisfied Tan Mianmian both mentally and physically.

After eating, she began to take out all the things she bought in the town today and the things that Mr. Fang sent, and put them where they should be.

Her room now is quite different from the dilapidated one when she first moved in.

The uneven parts of the wall were smoothed out, and half of the wall was evenly pasted with newspapers.

Her small bed is made of sheets with blue background and white flowers. The pillows of the same color are filled with dehumidifying medicinal pillows.

The table is covered with dark blue fabric that was exchanged for fabric tickets and money today. If you look closely, it is darker than dark blue, and it looks quite a healing color.

On the table are notebooks, pens, and the yellowed paper that was first scoured at a thrift store. In the hole of the table is a biscuit box, which contains some small daily necessities, such as sewing, steel coins, the summary of her prescription, and ink. Rubber band hair clips and so on are also inside.

Next to the table is a thermos bottle. The bamboo and rattan skin does not affect its actual heat preservation function. At least five or six hours later, it can keep the water warm to over [-] degrees.

Why not higher, craft limit.

In the age when everything was waiting to be done, she was not too picky.

The rattan box and a small wooden box were stacked on a kang table, which was used as a stool to separate the moisture from the ground so as not to affect the contents of the box.

Clothes and some things that are not visible to the public are hidden in the box, such as the menstrual belt I bought today.

She took out two pieces of yellow paper and wrote a summary of today's work. Without modern tools to assist in writing the summary, she could write it by hand. She made it like a printed font by hand, and her gestures were round and cute. handwriting.

He wrote hundreds of characters smoothly and eloquently before he stopped writing. At first glance, even people who don't know how to read can feel that the characters on this piece of yellow paper are horizontal and vertical.

Around the early eight o'clock, Xu Duo called out from the door; "Comrade Tan, that Ji family member said you told me to come and get the medicine."

"Oh, good! Thank you."

"It's okay, it's late at night, do you want me to see you off?"

"No, they will arrange someone to deliver it. You should rest early, there is still work tomorrow."

During the brief conversation, she had already walked to the door. Ji Yan's tall figure could be seen clearly at night.

When she saw him, she was in a better mood, smiled and said to follow me, then turned and went to the kitchen.

Because he was about to go to bed, his hair was made into a fishbone braid and gently draped over his shoulders along one side. The whole person looked extraordinarily gentle under the candlelight.

I almost looked stupid at the person standing by the door.

(End of this chapter)