Traveling through the Eighth Five-Year Plan: Starting from selling fruit at a stall

Chapter 2 Patriarchal
It is precisely because she has experienced hardship that she does not want to suffer for her child, let alone starve her child.

"Tongtong, you go and get a bowl, we are half of each other, okay?"

Tongtong bit her finger and looked at Wang Zhaoyang without speaking, but her little eyes revealed a longing expression.

She wants to eat!
Wang Zhaoyang didn't seem to notice it, and said, "Don't worry about it, there is still some noodle soup in the pot, just let Tongtong drink it later."

Ling Yue was stunned, subconsciously classifying Wang Zhaoyang as a "patriarchal man".

A little angry at the moment, he asked: "Why, Tongtong is not your own?"

"Look at what you said, why isn't Tongtong my own?"

"It's your own. You don't even give her dinner. How can you be a father like you?"

Wang Zhaoyang looked at Ling Yue in astonishment, why is she so abnormal today?

Let alone a bowl of noodles, even a sip of water, it is impossible for her to spit it out in her hands. Today, the sun came out from the west, and she would take the initiative to share half of the noodles with her daughter?

"Go."

Hearing that Wang Zhaoyang was relieved, Tongtong ran to get a bowl and handed it to Ling Yue anxiously.

Ling Yue put half of the noodles into the bowl, and then gave her the poached egg: "You look skinny, eat quickly."

Wang Zhaoyang's eyes widened again.

It would be nice to get noodles from her bowl, but she even gave the poached egg to her daughter?

Is this still Ling Xiaoyue who only cares about herself?

Tongtong didn't think too much, she picked up the poached egg and took a bite.

Immediately, a satisfied smile bloomed on her face: "Mom, the eggs are so delicious!"

Tongtong ate a poached egg very carefully. She finished the egg slowly, but in just three or two bites, most of the noodles in the bowl went down, and Ling Yue frowned in distress.

She simply picked up another chopstick of noodles for her.

With the last thing in her stomach, Tongtong finally burped in satisfaction: "Mom, the eggs are delicious, and the noodles are also delicious!"

Ling Yue looked at Wang Zhaoyang sadly.

A pair of sad eyes were silently accusing, how long has it been since this dead man gave his child food?
Look at the kids hungry!
"Are you full? I still have some here. Do you want to grab some more?"

"I'm full, mom eat."

Only then did Ling Yue pick up the noodles and eat them slowly.

Seeing her so pretentious, Wang Zhaoyang raised his eyebrows.

what's wrong with her today?
In the past, when the food came into her hands, she wished she could grab it and stuff it into her mouth, but today, she ate it so gracefully?
For the first time, Wang Zhaoyang felt that watching people eat is also a kind of enjoyment.

After Ling Yue finished eating the noodles, the sensible Tongtong took the bowl and put it on the table outside.

Wang Zhaoyang also stood up: "It's getting late, you go to bed first, I'll take a bath for Tongtong."

There was nothing to say all night, and when Ling Yue woke up the next day, Wang Zhaoyang and Tongtong were not around.

She didn't think much about it, put on her clothes and went to the outside room, Wang Zhaoyang had already cooked noodles and put them on the table.

There was only an egg last night, and there was not even a green vegetable on top of the noodles this morning.

Looking at Wang Zhaoyang who was busy up and down, Ling Yue seized the gap and asked, "Only noodles in the morning?"

Ling Yue looked at the noodles and shook her head, this Wang Zhaoyang is too good at living!

No wonder the child is so thin. He eats noodles every day and has no side dishes. How can the child's nutrition keep up!
Wang Zhaoyang said quickly: "I'll go shopping for vegetables after I get paid today, and I'll take a bite in the morning."

When he had breakfast and went to work, Ling Yue suddenly lost his appetite looking at the room full of sundries.

How did these two couples live?

It stands to reason that Wang Zhaoyang is a technician in the machinery factory, and his salary is not low. Although it is not enough, it is more than enough. How come they only eat noodles?

She really didn't understand.

Ling Yue felt very uncomfortable facing the dirty room, so she immediately started tidying it up.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Hearing Tongtong's question, Ling Yue said: "Tongtong, mom wants to do a big cleaning, it will definitely be dirty in a while, you go and play with your friends first."

Tongtong immediately came in with a broom and a dustpan, and said solemnly, "Mom, Tongtong can sweep the floor for you."

Seeing Tongtong, who was only a head taller than the broom, vigorously waving the broom, Ling Yue was a little guilty, but also a little relieved.

She snatched the broom and drove Tongtong out: "Tongtong, you can go and play with your friends, as long as there is a mother here."

Tongtong responded, and Ling Yue warned: "Tongtong, don't run away."

Tongtong went downstairs to play with her friends, and Ling Yue started to pack up.

I don't know how long Ling Xiaoyue has cleaned up the house. The glass on the windows is covered with a thick layer of dust, and the table is so dirty that the original color cannot be seen. When I wipe it with my hand, the belly of my finger is full of dust.

There is a thick layer of oil on the lid of the pot, and even the soy sauce bottle is greasy.

The pillowcases were so dark, the quilt was sewn with pilled towels, the sheets were a bit drawn, and the place where they slept could no longer see the original color...

Ling Yue really can't imagine how lazy she must be to live in such an environment with peace of mind!
She removed the quilt and took it to the water room downstairs to soak in a basin, brought up a bucket of water, and started cleaning.

Throw what should be thrown, what should be washed should be washed, what should be wiped should be wiped, and what should be swept should be swept.

She survived all the time, until Wang Zhaoyang got off work at noon and came home with rice and vegetables, she was still washing clothes and quilts in the water room.

Looking at the room with bright and clean windows, Wang Zhaoyang once thought he had gone to the wrong door.

When he saw Ling Yue drying the quilt in the yard while cooking, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ling Yue went upstairs with an empty basin and saw that Wang Zhaoyang was cooking. She gasped and said, "Are you off work?" Then she shouted, "I haven't cooked yet!"

I just did a big cleaning, and before I knew it, the whole morning passed!

"I've cooked the rice." Wang Zhaoyang took an empty bucket and said, "Keep an eye on the stove, I'll carry the bucket of water."

Ling Yue responded.

Wang Zhaoyang is a good cook. There are tender cowpeas fried in the pot, and fried bean sprouts and a small dish of kimchi are placed on the table.

There wasn't even any meat in this meal, Ling Yue frowned looking at the skinny Tong Tong.

Wang Zhaoyang filled his meal and sat down at the table, then took out his salary from his pocket and handed it to her: "This is this month's salary."

Ling Yue took it and counted it, only 37 yuan and [-] cents.Ling Yue asked suspiciously: "Is all the money here?"

She remembered that Wang Zhaoyang was a technician, and his salary was not low, 42 yuan and 30 cents, but how did she only have more than [-] yuan?
"Well, it's all here."

Wang Zhaoyang frowned inaudibly, with a look of disgust flashing between his brows, and said, "I bought rice and vegetables, and it cost more than five yuan."

"You gave me all, don't you leave some pocket money?"

"No, I have no place to spend at work."

(End of this chapter)