With the purchasing system in hand, he is worshipped as a god by international students

After this batch of fruits are sold out, new ones will not be available for a short time.

No matter what you eat, you will get tired of it if you eat too much.

Qiu Ling contacted other partners without stopping, ordered 10 kilograms of vegetables from He Jie, and called Xiao Xiao to purchase 20 packs of spicy strips, as well as 5 kilograms of Harbin red sausage, 3 kilograms of garlic and 1 sets of mahjong.

After hanging up, she found two missed calls.

It’s Grandma Wang calling.

Could it be that the old men in the family are doing something weird again?

Qiu Ling called back immediately.

The other party answered in seconds.

"Xiao Qiu, don't order food from Longjiang Restaurant today. Your Aunt Guihua and I are going to prepare our own meal and we will have dinner together tonight."

The three families have dinner together very frequently.

Qiu Ling is no longer surprised. Ordinary things like the weather being too hot or Yangyang getting a red flower can become reasons for a dinner party.

In short, whenever we wanted to get together, we would bring the food to our door at any time. After eating, we would take the dishes back to our homes to wash.

Qiu Ling had never seen such close relations between neighbors.

But actually, she was beginning to think it wasn't so bad.

She said, "I'll order a few main dishes. The weather is hot, so you can just make some small dishes at home."

Grandma Wang couldn't convince Qiu Ling, so she had to accept the proposal.

After solving the afternoon's shelving problem, Qiu Ling didn't stay for a second and drove back home.

I took a detour to Longjiang Hotel to load the ordered dishes into the car.

Shangtang Street.

The gate of her yard was open, and Grandma Wang was walking out of her yard carrying an iron basin of cucumber and preserved egg soup.

"Xiao Qiu is back!"

"Yeah, Sister Huan's craftsmanship."

Grandma Wang smiled and said, "You have a sharp eye."

There's nothing we can do about it. Among the three families, only Chen Huan likes to put ginger in the soup.

Qiu Ling locked the car, took the soup from Grandma Wang and brought it into the main room.

The air conditioner was turned on. As soon as she entered the room, the cool breeze made Qiu Ling shiver.

Including the 4 big dishes that were packed away, there were a total of 12 dishes on the table.

There was also a bottle of 74-yuan Maotai and two bottles of red wine with words on them that were incomprehensible.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what good thing happened today?!" She washed her hands outside, picked up a piece of cold beef and put it into her mouth.

Mmm! Smells good!

Chen Huan came in with a clean wine glass, and seeing Qiu Ling's fingers reaching for the roast meat, he stopped her loudly: "Go and park your car, it's time to eat."

Qiu Ling lowered her hands in dismay, smacking her lips, "Come on, just clear out the food you packed back."

"I know, I know."

Qiu Ling parked the car and trotted all the way back home. She just happened to see a postman standing at the door, raising his hand to knock.

"Lao Yang."

The postman turned around when he heard the voice and said, "Xiao Qiu, I just came back. Your package has arrived." The postman's surname is Yang. He is 35 years old. He works in the post office on the next street and is responsible for delivering letters and parcels to several surrounding streets.

He is a very talkative person and always smiles at everyone he meets, so people affectionately call him Lao Yang.

There are two packages.

One is from Yunnan Province and the other is from Beijing City.

Qiu Ling could probably guess what was in the package.

She was looking forward to it the whole time.

"Thank you, Uncle Yang."

Old Yang smiled and waved at her, then turned around, got on his bike and headed to the next house.

"What are you holding in your hands?" As soon as he entered the door, Uncle Wang saw Qiu Ling holding two packages, and the corners of his mouth almost curled up to the sky!

Qiu Ling threw the package sent from Beijing City back into the room. This thing must not be seen by Uncle Rong, otherwise the old man would be so angry that he would curl up.

Therefore, she could only mercifully open the express delivery from Yunnan Province and take out 5 kilograms of chicken mushroom oil.

When Uncle Rong saw this, his eyes lit up.

"Isn't this chicken mushroom oil?" Uncle Rong put down the bottle opener, rushed to Qiu Ling, and touched the plastic bottle lovingly.

"What is chicken mushroom oil?" asked Grandma Wang puzzled.

Uncle Rong said: "They are mushrooms from Yunnan Province. They are very delicious!"

"Oh, it's sent from Yunnan Province. I have to try it!" Uncle Wang swallowed his saliva wildly.

Qiu Ling was in a good mood today, so she went to the kitchen to get a plate and picked up a small piece of chicken mushroom as a side dish.

"Hurry, hurry, stop talking and let's go!" Uncle Wang raised his glass.

Seeing this, everyone put down what they were doing.

"Before we clink glasses, let me tell you something... Hey, Xiao Qiu, stop eating secretly!" Uncle Wang picked up the wine glass and suddenly acted like an elder.

Qiu Ling put down her chopsticks and concentrated on holding up her wine glass, only to then realize that everyone had a serious look on their faces.

Qiu Ling scratched his ears, not knowing what was going on.

Uncle Wang suddenly pointed his wine glass at himself.

"Xiao Qiu...Happy 19th birthday."

!!!

"Happy birthday to you~

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you~" Yangyang walked in from the door with a cream cake in his hand, singing the birthday song in a baby voice.

Wait, wasn't he just playing with the dog? Didn't he wash his hands?

No, now is not the time to think about that.

Yangyang walked up to Qiu Ling and bared his teeth, "Aunt Qiu, happy birthday!"

Qiu Ling was completely stunned.

Yangyang waited for a long time, and his smile could no longer be maintained. "Aunt Qiu, I can't carry it anymore."

"...Thank you, thank you." Qiu Ling quickly reached out to take the cake.

A little shocked... and a little touched.

"I, I forgot it myself." Qiu Ling was a little at a loss, "How did you know?"

In the past, the Qiu family would hold a full-month or full-year celebration for their children.

But she never did.

To the extent that, she always believed that her birthday was just a string of numbers on her ID card, and its significance was only to record how many years she had lived in this world.

"I saw it on your ID card when I went to the hospital last time. We in Yangcheng are used to celebrating our lunar birthdays. Today is your lunar birthday." Grandma Wang looked at her lovingly.

Qiu Ling suddenly realized.

"You kid, you work so hard all day, what can you remember?" Aunt Guihua complained, but felt a little distressed.

Her son is studying in a higher education institution. Although her family is not wealthy, they can fully afford the child's tuition and living expenses.

If her own children entered society as early as Qiu Ling and worked day and night to make money like this, she would definitely feel distressed.

Comparing herself with Qiu Ling, she suddenly felt that her own boy was much happier.

"Thank you all for celebrating my birthday..." This is the first time someone celebrated my birthday for me!

Like the deed to the courtyard house that had just been sent to her, this meal was the best birthday gift she had ever received.

From today, Qiu Ling officially turns 19.

Uncle Wang raised his glass again, "Come on, come on, no more talking, it's all in the wine!"

Zheng——

The meal was a very pleasant one. After the meal, they made a wish and blew out the candles. Qiu Ling didn’t even have to wash the dishes.

She lay outside, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan and looking at the stars, feeling extremely comfortable.

The phone just kept ringing.

There were more than a dozen unfamiliar landline numbers and a text message from Gao Lu.

The text message was very brief: The subpoena has arrived.

Ah.

No wonder her phone was about to explode with calls.

Since you are not in a hurry, then try the feeling of waiting.

Qiu Ling pressed the power off button.