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Chapter 595 Quarrel
Cheng Kaiyan's departure did not bring much change to Song Yunhui's life. Instead, Song Yunhui devoted more energy to his work.

Song Yunhui has always been open-minded. Cheng Kaiyan's sudden departure did catch him off guard at first, but when he knew that Cheng Kaiyan had arrived in Jinzhou safely, Song Yunhui's originally worried heart was relieved.

In fact, according to Song Yunhui's idea, Cheng Kaiyan is now pregnant, is about to give birth, and lacks someone to take care of him. The Donghai Factory has just been established and is full of waste. Song Yunhui has now gradually become the core figure in the Donghai Factory. The construction of the entire factory and development are inseparable from Song Yunhui.

Under such circumstances, Song Yunhui would be more at ease if Cheng Kaiyan returned to Jinzhou than if he stayed in Donghai.

With someone taking care of Cheng Kaiyan, he can devote himself wholeheartedly to the construction of the Donghai Factory. Although if Cheng Kaiyan goes to Jinzhou, he may not be able to catch up with the birth of his child, but how can things in this world be everything? Everything is perfect, but many times you have to make a choice.

Song Yunhui can be so calm, but Cheng Kaiyan, who is far away in Jinzhou, cannot be as free and easy as him.

"How many days have passed, and he doesn't know how to call me, admit his mistake, and persuade me to go back?" In the living room, on the sofa, Cheng Kaiyan had a straight face and was holding his breath.

Although Cheng's mother also blamed Song Yunhui in her heart, she was more worried about her daughter's health: "Maybe she is too busy at work! Don't think too much."

"Hmph!" In fact, Cheng Kaiyan knew her husband's temperament in her heart. She also knew that the Donghai Factory was at a critical juncture in construction these days, and it was not unusual for Song Yunhui to be busy with work, but she was just unhappy.

"The same goes for Xiao Song, why is he so stubborn!" Cheng's mother couldn't help complaining about Song Yunhui: "Isn't it just a job? It's as if what we want him to do is something that violates laws and disciplines."

"I see, he just doesn't regard us as his own family!" Cheng Kaiyan's sister-in-law complained at the side: "I'm afraid that we take advantage of their old Song family."

"Why take advantage!" As soon as Cheng Kaiyan's sister-in-law said these words, Cheng's mother stopped: "Our family is going to take advantage of his family? In these years, if your father hadn't taken care of him and promoted him, how could Song Yunhui have done it? Is there today?"

"That's right!" Cheng Kaiyan's sister-in-law agreed with a look of deep approval.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law just said something to each other, just criticizing Song Yunhui in front of Cheng Kaiyan.

At first, Cheng Kaiyan was just angry that Song Yunhui was only busy with work and didn't know how to call and care about him. But after listening to the two people's words, he was quickly brought in, and the details that he had never paid attention to in the past were also revealed. One comes to mind.

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A week later, in the office of Donghai Chemical Plant, Song Yunhui was busy reading the documents that had just been delivered, when suddenly the phone on the desktop rang.

Song Yunhui didn't think much, picked up the phone and answered it.

"Hey!"

"Song Yunhui!"

"What do you mean? It's been so many days and you have nothing to explain to me?" Before Song Yunhui could say anything, Cheng Kaiyan's furious curses came over the phone.

"What should I explain?" Song Yunhui asked with confusion.

"Explain what?" On the other end of the phone, Cheng Kaiyan's chest rose and fell sharply. He was obviously very angry at Song Yunhui's words: "What do you mean to explain?"

"How do I know what to explain?" In fact, Song Yunhui's emotional intelligence is not low, but he didn't put his mind into it or think deeply about it.

"My sister-in-law's work, and my return to Jinzhou!" Cheng Kaiyan suppressed the anger in his heart.

Song Yunhui said: "Have I not made it clear to you about your sister-in-law's work? Jinxiu has Jinxiu rules. If my sister-in-law really wants to be the manager of the Jinzhou store, she must start from the grassroots level... "

"That's enough!" Before Song Yunhui finished speaking, Cheng Kaiyan didn't want to hear any more.

"What about me?" Cheng Kaiyan's tone also became more and more unkind.

Song Yunhui knew what Cheng Kaiyan meant, and immediately explained: "Actually, it's good for you to stay in Jinzhou. Your father-in-law and mother-in-law are around, and your sister-in-law can also help take care of you. But if you are in the East China Sea, you I also know that the Donghai Factory is now in a critical period. We are racing against time. I don’t have free time to take care of you. Rather than staying in Donghai, it is better to return to Jinzhou so that I can devote my energy to work with peace of mind. "

Listening to Song Yunhui's well-founded words, Cheng Kaiyan's mood became worse and worse. What she wanted was not Song Yunhui's explanation.

The extremely angry Cheng Kaiyan didn't wait for Song Yunhui to finish explaining, and said, "Then just work with you!" and hung up the phone.

Only Song Yunhui, who was holding the microphone, was left frowning and looking confused.

Song Yunhui hurriedly dialed the Cheng family's number in Jinzhou again, but every time the call was hung up as soon as the call was connected, Song Yunhui didn't even have a chance to speak.

At the same time, on the other end of the phone, in Jinzhou, Cheng Kaiyan hung up several calls from Song Yunhui one after another, and was thinking about hanging on to Song Yunhui for a while, when suddenly a severe pain hit him, and Cheng Kaiyan's brows suddenly furrowed. When I got up, I subconsciously let out a cry of pain.

But the severe pain came like a tide, sweeping through the whole body in an instant. Cheng Kaiyan felt as if all the strength in his body had been taken away by something. His legs became weak and he couldn't even stand. He collapsed. Sit on the ground.

"What's wrong?" Fortunately, Cheng's mother was at home, not far away. She heard the sound and ran out to check.

As soon as Cheng's mother came out, she saw her daughter slumped on the ground with a look of pain on her face. Her expression immediately changed. She hurriedly stepped forward to check on her daughter's condition. It was okay not to look at her. But once she saw Cheng's mother's expression, she immediately changed. His face was full of shock.

Fortunately, Cheng's mother was someone who had come before her. She was not an ignorant girl. After comforting her daughter for a few words, she hurriedly called her husband and son. Then she immediately went out to call for help and hurriedly sent Cheng Kaiyan away, whose amniotic fluid had broken. Arrive at the factory hospital.

Fortunately, the Cheng family lives in the factory area and the factory hospital is close. Otherwise, Cheng Kaiyan would have had to give birth at home today.

But on the other side of the East China Sea, Song Yunhui had no idea that his wife had moved her fetus because she was angry, causing her amniotic fluid to break and the child to be born early.

Song Yunhui made several calls in succession, but hung up quickly after being answered. Song Yunhui didn't even have a chance to speak, so he simply stopped calling and focused on the unfinished work just now.

Jinling.

As evening approaches, the smoke from cooking is lingering in the sky over Hongwei Town. What comes from the kitchen is the crisp sound of the kitchen knife colliding with the chopping board. Song Jishan, who has gray hair on his temples, is sitting on a small stool at the door, holding a cigarette rod in his hand. , looking at the puff of smoke outside.

Wang Yuan led his sister and grandma in the kitchen. He stood at the table and looked expectantly at Mother Song, who was wearing an apron and chopping stuffing beside the chopping board. "Grandma, are you okay yet?" Xiao Wang Wan couldn't wait.

Song's mother smiled and said, "It'll be ready soon!" The fat and thin pork had almost been chopped into pieces.

"Don't be anxious, slow work will produce fine work!" Wang Yuanze, the elder brother, patiently pulled his sister and said, but his eyes kept staring at Song's mother who was chopping stuffing.

"Grandma, it seems it's almost time!" Wang Yuan said to Song's mother again.

Song's mother poured the minced meat into a large bowl, then poured the chopped onions, ginger and side dishes into it, sprinkled in some salt, cooking wine, sugar and pepper, and pushed the large bowl to Wang Yuan In front of me: "No!"

Wang Yuan immediately took the big bowl with a smile, picked up the chopsticks and quickly mixed the stuffing.

Mother Song walked to the table and lifted up the pottery jar covering the chopping board, revealing the glorious dough that had been awake for a long time on the chopping board.

As soon as the dough appeared, Wang Wan, who had two pigtails, couldn't sit still. He quickly stood up on the stool that had been moved and stood upright next to the table. His sleeves had been rolled up by his brother early, exposing his two legs. Small hands that have nothing to do with whiteness.

"Don't worry!" Mother Song smiled and kneaded the dough for a while, then divided it into balls of similar size with a knife, kneaded them into long strips, and then divided them into dough balls of equal size.

Before Mrs. Song could speak, Xiao Wangwan couldn't wait to grab a dough ball and start tinkering with it with her little hands dipped in flour.

Seeing this, Mother Song shook her head, but the smile on her face became even brighter.

Although this girl Wang Wan has a wild temperament, she has been very interested in cooking since she was a child. In addition to playing around, her favorite thing is to follow Mother Song in the kitchen.

This girl was too young, and Mother Song did not dare to let her touch the knife for fear that she would hurt herself. However, although the little girl was not allowed to touch the knife, she was still very interested in other things.

Especially when Mother Song was tinkering with dough, making buns or dumplings, or rolling out noodles, this girl always had to help Mother Song.

Despite Wang Wan's young age and small hands, her craftsmanship is not bad. Although the speed is not fast, the dough that was originally not very round slowly turned into a thick and thin dough in her hands. The dough is even, but the edges are not very round. The little girl is trimming the edges bit by bit. Her focused look is exactly the same as when her uncle was doing research and writing a thesis.

"Hey! We're making dumplings!" Wang Zhong's deep voice came into the kitchen from outside the door. Upon hearing this familiar voice, Xiao Wang Wan, who had been concentrating on the dumpling wrappers just now, immediately turned his head and looked towards the door. past.

"dad!"

"Come on! Make dumplings with Xiaowan!"

Wang Zhong walked into the kitchen with a smile, rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, came to the table, looked at the decent dumpling wrapper in Xiao Wang Wan's hand, and said with pretending surprise: "Hey, this dumpling Isn’t it my little Wan who made the skin?”

"Of course!" The little girl immediately raised her head and said proudly.

"Dad, the stuffing is ready!" At this time, his son Wang Yuan also came over carrying the dumpling stuffing that had been mixed for a while.

"Not bad!" Wang Zhong nodded and praised, looking at the already-spiced dumpling fillings: "Put it aside for now and let it wake up!"

"By the way, dad, where's my mom?" Wang Yuan asked as he came to the table, picked up two lumps of noodles and kneaded them.

Wang Yuan is not very interested in cooking. His father Wang Zhong only asked him to learn from him. However, this boy's talent is not bad, and he is not slow to learn. In the past, if the family was too busy, When she comes, Wang Yuan will temporarily replace her grandmother to cook for everyone.

"It will probably take a while!" Wang Zhong said.

Wang Yuan didn't ask any more questions, and the whole family just gathered around the table and made dumplings.

Song Jishan, who was still smoking cigarettes outside the door, entered the kitchen at some point, carried firewood, and helped several people. Looking at the knowing and bright smiles on the faces of the two grandsons, the old couple felt happy.

In fact, this man is old and wants only a few things, a house full of children and grandchildren, and entertaining them.

Now that their children are married and they have grandchildren, life at home is getting better and better. The couple is very satisfied with their current life. The only regret is that their son is away from home all year round and cannot see them more than a few times throughout the year.

However, the old couple are not the kind of greedy people. They are very satisfied that their life can be like this.

Watching their grandchildren grow up day by day and listening to them noisy around them, the old couple is already content.

After so many years, the hidden wounds and pains left on Song Jishan's body have gradually improved under Wang Zhong's treatment. Moreover, after having a grandson and granddaughter, although Song Jishan still doesn't talk much, his temper is more cheerful than before. I learned a lot, and the smile on my face never stopped every day.

As his mentality improved, his body gradually recovered. Today, Song Jishan has a rosy complexion and is full of energy. Except for some graying on his temples, there is no trace of twilight on his body.

Song's mother's situation is similar to Song Jishan's. In the early years, although Song's mother didn't say anything, her heart was no less painful than her husband's. The family had been looked down upon by others for many years, and those unpleasant gossips... Although it was painful to hear, I could only hold it in my heart.

This situation lasted for more than ten years.

Fortunately, it's all over now, and the family's life has improved. The children are settled and have a promising future. There are also two grandsons and a grandson who is about to be born.

Mother Song's inner feelings that had been suppressed for many years were quietly released unconsciously, and her body gradually recovered.

On the other side, in the Jinxiu Garment Factory area, the bell rang after get off work. Song Yunping reviewed the last few documents that needed to be signed in detail before signing her name at the end of the document.

After listening to Wang Zhong's suggestion, gradually delegating the power to various department heads, and clarifying the responsibilities and obligations, Song Yunping's burden suddenly became much lighter.

In the past, before getting off work every day, Song Yunping had to go to the factory in person to feel at ease, and the warehouse was no exception. Now that power has been delegated, there will be fewer things to worry about.

Closing the document, Song Yunping took her coat and handbag and walked out with brisk steps, looking forward to it. She was thinking about whether her husband was home now, what her son and daughter were doing, and what her mother would prepare tonight. What a delicious meal...