I am a small factory doctor re-walking my life.

Chapter 62 Years Ago
"No problem, Uncle Dong. It's better to choose a different day than to hit the sun. Let's start from this afternoon. There won't be many people coming to see the doctor these two days."

Li Tang agreed without any hesitation.

"Okay, let's start in the afternoon, still in the conference room. I'll have them cut the red paper in advance later."

Although writing too many Spring Festival couplets will make you tired, it is only once a year and it is a happy thing.

There will also be people looking for him at the family home, but those who come to him are all well-connected, and some will even bring an egg and a handful of melon seeds. Of course, you have to bring the red paper to write the Spring Festival couplets yourself.

In short, in the past few years, whenever the Spring Festival approaches, it has been his busiest time.

Today, he started after finishing lunch and waiting for the canteen to be cleaned up. First, he wrote down several gates, such as the hospital, factory area, two family homes, the nursery next door, the Laws General Store, etc. After writing these down, he wrote personal.

There are actually a few people in the factory who can write beautiful calligraphy, but they are all older, so I want to get Qiao. Before everyone knows that Li Tang's handwriting is good, I have no choice but to go to those people and get a few lectures. I just put up with it, now that I have a choice, it’s not clear who to write to.

This writing continued until he got off work in the afternoon. Apart from going to the toilet and reviewing a patient, he kept writing the rest of the time. After hearing the sound of the radio, he finished writing the last few words on hand and felt that his wrists were numb. It's almost no longer his.

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"Third brother, have you started writing Spring Festival couplets today?"

After returning home from get off work, when the family was eating together, Dad Li suddenly asked.

"Well, Uncle Dong came to me this morning and said that everything is ready. Now that we are ready, let's start."

Whether the fertilizer factory is big or small, any trouble will spread very quickly.

"We still have pen and ink at home. Don't go back and ask someone to write at home. You lack this or that."

"Yes, um, by the way, mom, here, here are the tickets that were issued."

Li Tang is not married, and all the invoices issued during the holidays will be given to his mother. Li Yuan does not need to pay them. However, they both eat at home and do not cook by themselves, so in addition to leaving enough for Song Xiaoli's family, The rest will also be handed over to Li Ma.

"Hey, your hospital has given out a lot more this year, and there are also canned fruits."

"Grandma, I want to eat canned food."

"I want to eat too."

Okay, the two little ones can't hear anything else, but as long as they mention delicious food, their ears are definitely bright.

"Okay, grandma Ming will bring it back to you two greedy cats. Sanzi, you are going to give a gift to your sister-in-law's family this year. What are you going to give?"

After all, he and Song Xiaohui are now engaged. This Spring Festival is a particularly important festival, and it is still the first year. The gift to the prospective father-in-law must not be light.

"Just go back and get a portion of my steamed bowl, then get a handful of elbows, and buy some cigarettes, wine, candies and the like."

The steamed bowls Li Tang mentioned are some dishes that almost every family will prepare in advance before the Spring Festival. They are cooked and can be heated up when eating, which is convenient and fast.

He has been making them at their house for the past few years, such as meatballs, steamed rice noodles, eight-treasure spicy food, hairtail fish, chicken nuggets, etc., oh, and the elbows he mentioned.

It’s not that he likes to do this, there’s nothing he can do about it. His mother’s cooking skills are hard to describe, and his father’s cooking can at most satisfy his stomach, not to mention the taste. As for Li Yuan and Song Xiaoli, both of them are just coaxers. The stomach type, ever since he learned that Li Tang cooks delicious food, he can't even think about quitting doing these jobs, not only steaming for his family, but also for his sister's.

"Well, Sanzi..." Song Xiaoli said after swallowing the rice in her mouth: "My mother told me the other day to stop doing those silly things. If you had time a year ago, go and help at home. Just make some bowls, she and my dad love to eat the things you steam, and my grandpa and grandma also love to eat them. They are reluctant to eat the ones I took back a few years ago and always take them back to my hometown to eat." Look, there's one more thing to worry about.

If you really want to say how delicious Li Tang's cooking is, it's just that. He never learned how to cook in his last life.

It's a family of three, both of whom work in the hospital. One is extremely busy, and the other is idle. They are both a little mysophobic and don't like going out to eat. They are both foodies. What should we do? The only choice is that he, who is idle, should pay more attention to the family. , everything I make is made by myself. Over time, practice makes perfect and I can still eat it.

In this life, he would always add some different Chinese medicinal materials to the meals he cooked to enhance the flavor. For those who had never tasted it, it tasted delicious, so it was natural for him to become the family chef. When a guest comes, he will take care of everything.

The Song family has long been coveted for the bowls that Li Tang steams every year, but they are too embarrassed to ask for more. This year, they can finally confidently ask someone to help them make it, so they must make a reservation as soon as possible.

"Okay, I'll take some time in the next two days to go over and see what I need to prepare."

"Uncle, please eat quickly and tell me and my sister a story after eating."

"Go to your parents and tell them to you."

"No, what they said doesn't sound good."

Being flatly rejected by their children, neither Li Yuan nor Song Xiaoli knew how to react.

"There is a movie tonight. Can your grandparents take you to watch the movie?"

Movie?

Upon hearing this, the two little eyes lit up instantly, and they clapped their hands and jumped with joy.

"Oh, let's go to the movies. We're going to the movies."

The movie theater in the factory will show movies every now and then. If it is a new movie, it costs 60 cents a ticket, and the old movie only costs [-] cent. The old movie "Tunnel War" is shown tonight, although this movie has ten It's been a year, but every time it's shown, the seats are still packed. Firstly, people really don't have much entertainment now, and secondly, this film is really good-looking, and there are also several films such as Mine Warfare, Chicken Little Letter, etc. that were filmed in the [-]s. Film.

Anyway, in Li Tang's last life, even in his twenties, whenever a movie was broadcast on the channel, he would sit there and watch it with relish. Even his son who was born in the [-]s also loved to watch it.

The reason why the old couple wanted to coax their grandchildren away was because they knew that their younger son was very busy during this period. Almost every night they saw him lying on the table writing until midnight before going to bed. When asked, he turned out to be helping his master write textbooks. This is a big deal and must not be delayed.

"Lao San, don't you want to go to the movie?"

After finishing the meal and cleaning up, the other six people in the family went to watch a movie. Li Tang was preparing to write on the small balcony of his house when someone knocked on the window from outside. It was Tian Jun.

"I'm not going."

"Then you open the door."

"Huh? You're not going? This is about to start."

The movie starts at 07:30, and it's already [-]:[-] now.

"I'm not going, it's not like I haven't seen it."

(End of this chapter)