Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

"Do you have any objections to Comrade Peng Man? Don't be too serious about your antagonism. After all, she is a military wife and her health is not good. She cannot bear the blow of a failed marriage. Besides, she has children..."

"Instructor," Su Haitang interrupted Lu Zhaowen calmly. "I think you still don't understand what I mean."

"If they want to separate or get together, it's their own business and has nothing to do with outsiders. In fact, it doesn't matter what I, you, or the organization's opinions are. They live their own lives, and they know whether they are good or bad."

"They are adults and have their own mature and calm analysis and judgment. You can persuade them, but you cannot impose your will. The same is true for me."

Su Haitang raised the corners of his mouth sarcastically.

"Peng Man slandered my reputation. Isn't it normal that I don't like her? If I don't add insult to injury, it's because I have high consciousness and should be praised by the leader! Who is weak and who is right? What nonsense is this!"

Lu Zhaowen was stunned by her rebuttal. He sighed for a long time and waved his hand dejectedly.

"You're right, it's hard for an upright official to take care of family affairs."

Su Haitang saw Xu Congrong sticking his head out from behind the office door. The little boy's eyes were red, he was as timid as an eggplant beaten by frost, and he lost his usual energy.

Su Haitang's heart softened and he walked over and waved to Xu Congrong.

The boy pursed his lips in grievance and shrank back from the door. A series of complex emotions flashed through his eyes, including hatred and helplessness.

"Xu Congrong, come here."

Su Haitang knelt down, smiled at him patiently, and waited.

The two of them faced off for three full minutes. Xu Congrong poked most of his head out from behind the door and said with a strong nasal voice: "You make my parents quarrel, I don't want to fight with you."

Su Haitang sighed sadly, feeling that his brain ached a little.

Has the seed of hatred been planted? What an injustice!

How to reason with children?

"Xu Congrong, how do you deal with annoying people?"

The boy opened his small mouth slightly and looked at her blankly with his big eyes.

Su Haitang stood up, took his little hand and walked to the cooking class, continuing to lie to people with nonsense.

"Look, do you have no idea? Isn't it obvious? If you hate someone, just make him bleed. Whether it's your body or your wallet, you can't take advantage of him! This is how you can vent your anger, right?"

"Come on, I'll treat you to something delicious. It's very expensive."

Xu Congrong was stunned for a moment after being fooled, and his focus was shifted.

"Are you going to make me the boiled fish you mentioned?"

Su Haitang raised the corners of her mouth proudly, picked up the cute child and rushed forward.

"I want to eat fish, but I don't know if there are any live fish. I'll make you some fresh French fries today. I guarantee you'll like it!"

The cooking class was very busy. The aroma of porridge, steamed buns and steamed buns filled the air, making people's stomachs growl.

"You sit here and wait." Su Haitang put down the child, said hello to the cooking squad leader, took a small bowl, filled it with steaming meat buns and brought it over.

"Eat a bun to cushion your stomach first, and I'll make something delicious for you right away."

Su Haitang paid in front of Xu Congrong with a face full of pain, washed the pot quickly, picked up this year's new potatoes, peeled them off and washed them, and cut them into long strips of the same thickness.

Then boil the water, put the potato strips in and cook for three minutes, drain them, find an aluminum lunch box, seal it, and bury it in the snowdrift outside.

"You are so stupid. You want to destroy the corpse after the food is cooked. I saw it!"

The little boy looked amused and gnawed on the buns to make fun of her.

Su Haitang made a face at him, took out the sweet potatoes and apples, cut them into pieces, and boiled the sugar juice to make shredded sweet potatoes and shredded apples.

"Prodigal bitches! How can you waste oil and sugar like this!"

The cook's squad leader's heart ached with pain, and he jumped on his feet and cursed.

Su Haitang hurriedly stuffed another piece of money over, barely trying to soothe the injured heart of the cooking squad leader.