On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space

   "Little Mo'er, what delicious food are you doing?"

   After an unknown amount of time, Luo Xuelan came to Yunmo wearing a full set of sterile clothing.

   "Aunt Lan."

   "Vice President Luo."

  Yun Mo, Zeng Fang, and the young female workers who were on the sidelines shouted at the same time.

  Luo Xuelan recognized Zeng Fang only after hearing the voice, and put her hand on Zeng Fang's shoulder with a smile, "Fang Fang, I haven't seen you come to play at home for a long time."

   Zeng Fang laughed and said: "Isn't this busy with the college entrance examination? Now the college entrance examination is over. As long as you don't get bored, I will go every day."

   "Okay, I have prepared delicious food for you."

  Yun Mo suddenly thought of something, and turned to Luo Xuelan, "Aunt Lan, how is Sister Xia doing now?"

   "Xia'er arrived in Country Y on the evening of the 8th. I've been busy with school and housing these two days. I'll give you the phone number of her apartment. You can call her when you have time."

"it is good."

  Luo Xuelan picked up the raw taro **** that had been kneaded on the table, pinched them with her hands, and asked curiously, "Are you making glutinous rice balls?"

  Yunmo smiled and shook her head, "This is called fruit taro ball, the main material is cassava flour, with a small amount of glutinous rice flour and grape skin juice."

   "Taro balls, I seem to have heard from friends that they should be a traditional snack in southern Fujian?"

"Yes."

  Luo Xuelan still had a meeting to hold, so she only stayed for a while before leaving, but before leaving, she repeatedly told Yunmo to leave a copy of the snacks she had made.

   After spending more than three hours, Zeng Fang finally ate the hand-rubbed old ice powder.

"Ahhh, it's delicious! My God, how can this taro ball be so fragrant and soft? Momo, this old ice powder you made is absolutely perfect. No wonder you don't eat ice powder bought outside. Will have another bowl."

"no."

"why?"

   "Girls should not eat so much ice, it is not good for the body."

   Seeing Zeng Fang pouted unhappy, Yun Mo had no choice but to say: "Okay, I'll add some taro **** and dried fruit crisps for you."

   Zeng Fang immediately beamed with joy, "Okay, okay, add more taro balls, raisins, and wax gourd candies."

  Yun Mo simply gave her the spoon, "You add it yourself."

  Yunmo made a lot of ice powder, and there was still a lot of bowls left for each person in the research and development laboratory.

  In summer, eating such a bowl of cold, delicious and sweet old ice powder is simply not too comfortable.

  People in the entire research and development room were full of praise for Yunmo's handmade old ice powder, and there was only one voice that sounded unharmonious—it was the young female staff member assigned by Secretary Dong to Yunmo as an assistant.

"This ice powder is more delicious than the ones outside, but the method is too complicated. Ice powder is always a street snack. A bowl of ice powder outside sells for 5 cents to 10 cents, but the cost of this bowl of ice powder is so high. Are you willing to spend such a high amount of money to buy such a bowl of ice powder? It is always flashy and not close to reality."

  As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire research and development room became awkward.

   Eating ready-made food for nothing, yet still having a sly face, Zeng Fang's temper suddenly came up.

   "The reason why people only have one mouth is to let you eat more and talk less! What's wrong with the high cost, who forced you to eat? If you like to eat, if you don't eat, you will go away."

  Yunmo is not a clay figurine either, she can still have a good temper in the face of the opponent's repeated provocations.

   "There is always a difference between high and low, good or bad, when you put something in your mouth. It's up to people to be rich and thrifty. If you can't afford something, it doesn't mean that others can't afford it either."

  Other people in the research and development room spoke to Yunmo one after another, because they are short-talked after all.

   "A bowl of handmade ice powder with real ingredients and good taste, even if it is expensive, it's okay to buy a bowl once in a while, it's not like eating every day."

   "Anyway, half of my monthly salary is spent on food. If this bowl of ice powder sells for five or six cents, I will definitely buy it every day."

   "You can feed the whole family by yourself, and we still have to support the family. How can we compare with you, but it's good to buy a bowl for the children to satisfy their cravings once in a while."

  The female employee didn't expect that her casual words would provoke public resentment, and she was ashamed and angry for a while.

   But as a new employee, she didn't have the guts and strength to confront the entire department, so she could only pinch her nose and apologize to Yunmo.

   "I didn't mean to say that your ice powder is bad, I just think it would be more perfect if the cost can be reduced on the basis of delicious taste."

  Yunmo smiled faintly, "I just made it to eat and relieve boredom, and I didn't want to make money from it, so the cost is out of my consideration."

  The female staff forced a smile and said: "So that's the case. I was thinking about it. What I said just now was unintentional. I hope you don't take it to heart."

  Yunmo was noncommittal, turned around and found a few clean packing boxes, packed all the materials, and equipped them to make ice powder for the people at home at night.

  After coming out of the R&D laboratory, Yunmo went straight to the general manager's office.

  Xie Linan and Luo Xuelan were in a meeting, Yunmo put the two bowls of old ice powder on their desks respectively, and left Ronghua Company with Zeng Fang after leaving a note.

  Backing back to the courtyard, Yunmo found the photo album from the study and showed it to Zeng Fang.

   "Ah, Momo! Your father is so young and handsome. Is he really in his 40s? How do I feel he is in his early 30s?"

  Yun Mo was funny, "He's not here, no matter how much you compliment him, he won't hear you."

   "It's not a compliment, I'm telling the truth, okay?"

  After looking at Shao Lin's photo with great interest, Zeng Fang suddenly thought of a question.

   "Momo, your father is so rich and handsome, he should be married already? Then you are not Xi Ti's stepmother?"

   "According to him, he is not married, and even if he does have a stepmother, I have nothing to worry about."

   "That's right, you've grown up and married, let alone a stepmother, even your own mother can't reach out so long to take care of you."

   As soon as Zeng Fang finished speaking, she turned her head and found Huang Zhiqiu standing beside her, feeling extremely embarrassed for a moment.

   "Aunt Qiu, I'm not talking about you, I'm just using an example, you must never be angry."

  Huang Zhiqiu has a gentle heart, so naturally he doesn't care about these things with the juniors.

  She touched Zeng Fang's hair with a smile, "Let's have dinner here tonight. You and Momo have worked hard during this time, and it seems that you have lost a lot of weight. I will make sour radish and duck soup for you."

   Thinking of the sour and salty taste of sour radish and duck soup, Zeng Fang couldn't help but drool.

   "Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient, thank you, Aunt Qiu!"

   "You're welcome, I'll go to the vegetable market to buy ducks, and you and Momo will play at home."

   "Good!"

  —

  In the evening, the setting sun had completely sunk below the horizon, and the sunset glow burned the entire sky red, like a magnificent and gorgeous oil painting.

Shao Lin finished the work at hand and came to the yard next door, wanting to see how the servants were cleaning up, but as soon as he stepped into the yard, he saw several gardeners working together to lift an old pile of jasmine into the dug deep in the pit.