bestfiction Chapter 311 It's not bad for sisters to become in-laws.
Chapter 311 It's not bad for sisters to become in-laws.
Chapter 311 It's not bad for sisters to become in-laws.
In December, Suzhou is usually damp and cold with no snow in sight, but this year, for the first time ever, snowflakes have fallen.
The fine snowflakes drifted gently, but disappeared instantly the moment they touched the ground.
The surface temperature was too high, and ultimately, winter's gift could not be retained.
Zhuang Chaoying gazed at the fleeting snowflakes outside the window, rubbed her hands which were red from the cold, and pondered how to get through this cold winter in a warm and cozy way.
Just then, Engineer Lin came over for a visit. The two sat on the sofa and chatted for a while, deciding to get an iron stove for heating.
Lin Wufeng asked a distributor in the north to get two iron stoves.
Once the iron stove was back, Lin got to work immediately. He found some tools and carefully removed the glass from the living room window on the first floor.
He held a glass cutter in his hand, gestured on the glass for a moment, and then began to cut.
As the glass cutter moved, a clear scratch appeared. Then, he picked up a small hammer and slowly tapped the glass.
With each stroke, the pressure was just right, and before long, a neat circle appeared before my eyes.
Zhuang Chaoying assisted Lin Gong from the side, handing him tools, holding the glass, and keeping an eye on Lin Gong's work, occasionally praising him.
Once the hole was dug, the two worked together to install the chimney and steadily set up the stove.
This winter is unusually cold. In the past, I could get through the winter on my own, but now it seems that I am not strong enough. This iron stove came at just the right time.
Zhuang Chaoying hammered the chimney pipes together section by section, finally connecting them to the stove seamlessly.
He remembered Xiaoting's old notebook from junior high school, so he found it, crumpled it into a ball, lit it, and put it into the stove, adding some coal briquettes as well.
Soon, the fire in the stove was blazing, and the room quickly warmed up. "Mr. Lin, this stove is quite warm, much better than the foot warmers we used before."
Lin Wufeng was applying putty to the glass when he heard this. He looked up and clapped his hands. "Teacher Zhuang, this type of stove is commonly used in the north. A while ago, a distributor from the north mentioned it, and that's when I thought of it. He specifically reminded me to pay attention to ventilation when using it, otherwise it's easy to get carbon monoxide poisoning. Be careful."
At this moment, Huang Ling came over with two cups of hot tea, a smile on her face.
"Mr. Lin, you've worked hard. Chaoying doesn't know how to handle these things at home, so we really have to rely on your help. Have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up." Mr. Lin took the hot tea, blew on it gently, and took a sip. "Sister Ling, Mr. Zhuang and I have different roles, so there's no need for thanks between our families."
Then we went to Mr. Lin's house. After the stoves were installed at both houses, the effect was immediate, and the living room became very warm.
The three children sat around the table, diligently doing their homework by the warm fire.
Looking at the children's appearance, Zhuang Chaoying added another coal briquette to the iron stove, thinking that this would keep it burning until they went upstairs to sleep at night.
Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling didn't watch TV at home either, fearing it would affect their children's studies. They exchanged a glance and decided to go to Song Ying's house across the street for a while.
When they arrived at Song Ying's house, they found Song Ying and Lin Wufeng already sitting by the fireplace, preparing to play cards.
The four sat together by the fire, playing cards.
Song Ying held a deck of cards in her hand. "A four."
Lin Wufeng drew a card from his hand and said slowly, "Six."
While playing, Huang Ling suddenly remembered something. "Song Ying, Engineer Lin, our yard has been assigned to a young worker from our factory by the housing management department. I heard about it when I went to the housing management department to help deliver materials."
Song Ying's eyes widened in surprise, and she almost dropped the playing cards in her hand. She quickly covered the cards, afraid that they would see her hole cards, and moved closer to Huang Ling.
"Sister Ling, why didn't you tell me when you got off work? A lot of people were eyeing our two courtyards, like Sister A-mei, Sister Liu, and Old Zhao from our factory. Why was it assigned to the young worker? What exactly happened?"
Huang Ling played a card and nodded.
“Who says otherwise? Once we hand over the houses, they won’t be able to find us, even if they look for them. The housing management department has the final say. I think it’s better to allocate them to the married young workers. Sister and Lao Wu already have two rooms. If the factory allocates more houses to them, who knows how many people will make a fuss. It’s better to leave it as it is, to avoid trouble.”
After saying that, he picked up the teacup beside him and took a small sip.
Song Ying stared at the cards in her hand. Upon hearing this, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she sat up straight, shouting excitedly.
"Two tens, haha, I'm done playing!" He casually tossed the last two cards on the table and leaned back in his chair.
Looking at Song Ying, who was jumping up and down in surprise, Engineer Lin shook his head with a smile, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face. He was already used to her lively personality.
Then, he calmly took over her card, speaking slowly as he played.
"Back then, when Lao Wu and A-mei went to see Section Chief Wang of the Housing Management Department with gifts, they thought people would consider mutual benefit. Could a few boxes of gifts really get them a house? Lao Wu and Zhang A-mei were too naive. Things aren't that easy; human relationships are complicated."
Song Ying, having run out of playing cards, leaned forward, her eyes fixed on Wu Feng's hand. She played one for him, pursing her lips and muttering to herself.
"Old Wu is just too calculating. He asks people for favors without taking money. Doesn't he realize that in this day and age, what can be accomplished with just a few small gifts?"
Zhuang Chaoying listened to what they were saying. This Zhang Amei and Lao Wu were people who were unwilling to spend money when asking for favors. They were unwilling to spend money on gifts or always gave small gifts such as tea and wine. They could only get small things done, and they didn't even want to spend a penny. They would just take the money directly from the person who accepted it. In the end, they would only achieve nothing. In this society, no matter when, money can make everything easier.
This may also be related to A-mei and Lao Wu's underlying thought processes.
The group played for another half hour, chatting and laughing, with arguments and laughter filling the air.
Huang Ling glanced at the time and realized it was already past eight o'clock. "Song Ying, Engineer Lin, it's getting late, you should get some rest. Let Dong Zhe do his homework on the first floor. I see he's working very hard right now. Song Ying, you can just wait to be a college student's mother."
Upon hearing this, Song Ying smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into slits. She reached out and affectionately took Ling Jie's arm, speaking in a coquettish tone.
"Then I have to thank Sister Ling, Teacher Zhuang, Tu Nan and Xiao Ting, for helping to hold Dong Zhe. Thank you so much, Sister Ling."
Looking at Song Ying, Huang Ling suddenly had a thought: it would be wonderful if Xiao Ting and Dong Zhe could really be together.
It's wonderful that your own sister has become your in-law, making your relationship even closer.
Song Ying already liked Xiao Ting and treated their family like her own. If Xiao Ting became her daughter-in-law, she would spoil her rotten.
As she thought about it, Huang Ling's lips unconsciously curled up, and she felt happier the more she thought about it.
It would be great if Xiaoting and Dongzhe could really be together after the college entrance exam; I certainly wouldn't object.
But I'm also afraid that this is just wishful thinking on my part, that I'm just having fun, and that the children might not even mean it.
Lost in thought, Song Ying noticed Huang Ling smiling happily.
"Sister Ling, what are you thinking about? You haven't stopped smiling."
Huang Ling then came to her senses, feeling a little embarrassed, and pulled Chao Ying along. "It's nothing, it's nothing, let's go back."
. . . . . . . . . . .