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

"I'll be a good boy."

"No wonder we come here to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival." Uncle Wang walked along the edge of the road, "What a waste to watch it alone!"

Wang He recalled that last year Qiu Ling insisted on hanging colorful lanterns all over the yard. He thought it was a grand gesture at the time, but compared with the lantern show in front of him, it was nothing.

Yangyang carefully stuck his butt out to touch the butterfly on the flower, "It's fake." He said with a chuckle.

Qiu Ling suddenly thought: "I have a camera in my car, let's take some pictures."

"That's fine!" Chen Huan agreed. After a moment of excitement, he touched his face worriedly, "Oh, I forgot to put on makeup."

Kuang Mingshan came over like a gust of wind and whispered, "You look good enough without makeup."

"Ahem." Wang He just happened to pass by.

I always thought Kuang Mingshan was very serious, but it turns out he is also a tough guy with a soft heart.

Qiu Ling went to the car to get the camera, and when she returned to the patio, she found that everyone was looking for a suitable position to take pictures.

Aunt Guihua half-knelt and said she wanted to pretend to smell the flowers, but Uncle Wang laughed at her mercilessly, saying that smelling flowers was old-fashioned and that she could only show her heroic spirit by standing in front of a big tree and taking a photo with the tree.

Kuang Mingshan lifted Yangyang above his head and insisted on taking a photo with Chen Huan.

Wang He was not interested in taking pictures, but admired the craftsmanship of the person who made the lanterns.

Everyone was clamoring and taking pictures. Fortunately, digital cameras do not require film, otherwise Qiu Ling would be worried that there would not be enough.

Finally, they were planning to take a family photo, but all the cats and dogs got into the frame. Duoduo wanted to sit at Qiu Ling's feet, Heidan wanted to lie in front of Yangyang, and Sansheng wanted to be the boss and sit in the middle of the first row.

3, 2, 1!

It froze before I could react.

Qiu Ling picked up the camera and found that the photos were strangely harmonious.

In the evening, Kuang Mingshan was the chef, Uncle Wang assisted in the kitchen, and the others helped peel garlic and pick vegetables, all while watching the giant-screen TV.

I have to say it is really spacious. The dishes are placed on a turntable on the table. You can just shake it and pick up what you want to eat. You no longer have to stand up and pick up your chopsticks.

Stir-fry spicy crab in oil. Cut the swimming crab in half, dip it in egg liquid and cornstarch, and fry it in a pan until both sides turn red. Heat oil in another pan, add onion, ginger, garlic, peppercorns, and hot pot base, stir-fry, and finally add beer to stew. Add onion segments before the sauce is reduced over high heat.

The crab meat is extremely sweet and fresh, and when coated with the soup, the spicy and fragrant taste rushes through your mouth.

The steamed grouper is tender and fresh, with a sweet aftertaste.

There are also glutinous rice ribs, sweet potato balls...

It is not considered as delicacies from land and sea, but it is a delicacy for ordinary people.

Everyone was having a great time, but for some reason, Aunt Guihua suddenly said that she would buy Wang He a villa after he got married.

Aunt Guihua could say such things, which obviously shows that she is confident in the development of the pickle factory.

Granny Wang mistakenly thought that Wang He was in love, and kept asking him to bring the girl back to see her.

Wang He shook his head three times, "I don't have anyone I like, and I'm not dating anyone!"

He now devotes himself to the pickle factory and only wants to make money and get rich.

In the evening, Qiu Ling steamed the glutinous rice cake and poured osmanthus honey on it.

I opened the durian by the way.

The dog and the cat have a very sensitive sense of smell. They seemed not to be used to the smell of durian. They squinted their eyes, jumped far away, and couldn't help hiccuping.

Duoduo even cleverly placed his paw on his nose, his eyes looking at the golden flesh with disdain.

Only Heidan approached the kitchen, sniffing all the time, then came to Qiu Ling's feet, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips.

Heidan: I want to eat!

Qiu Ling turned around to block its view. The extremely luxurious seafood feast she prepared for the dogs today exceeded the nutritional limit and they would not be able to digest it if they ate any more.

Heidan didn't understand what people were saying and just kept circling around Qiu Ling's legs.

At night, everyone sat in the rest area on the underground first floor. The cool October breeze rustled the leaves and the rich fragrance of osmanthus filled the air.

Everyone sat lazily on the sofa, admiring the moon and enjoying fruits and cakes.

If you feel bored, have another cup of hot tea.

Qiu Ling only left two sets of tea sets in Shangtang Street. Except for a few sets of high-end goods stored in the storage space, the rest of the tea sets are all in the villa.

It would be enough for 8 more people.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qiu Ling went to develop photos.

I printed hundreds of photos, including 3 separate photos of the family portrait, one for each family.

"Little sister, you have developed so many photos, do you want to take an album with you?" The boss took the opportunity to sell her.

Qiu Ling is not a person who likes taking photos, especially portraits.

In the past, the most common things stored in her phone were photos of food. She thought that other than that, there was nothing worth remembering.

Later, the cancer cells tortured her to the point where she was no longer human. She didn't even have the courage to look in the mirror, let alone take a photo.

But people change.

She has changed too.

Ever since Luo Xiaoyu took the "beautiful photo of life" for her in the small village in the Porcelain Capital last time, she felt that recording was also an interesting thing.

She is still young and healthy, so she can certainly try another way of living.

"Thank you, boss. How much?" Qiu Ling took the red photo album and estimated that this batch of photos should be able to fit into one book.

The boss showed a weird smile, "The photo album is 328, made of pure handmade cowhide, waterproof and fireproof, it won't peel or crack even if it's stored for 100 years."

Qiu Ling lowered her head and stuffed the thin album cover, which had a texture similar to that of an industrial leather notebook, back into the boss's hands.

He silently left the money for developing the photos, put the photos into a plastic bag, and turned and left.

Without any regrets.

"Hey, we can bargain! 228, 128, okay, I'll sell it to you for 28!" The boss chased out, but all he had left was a wisp of exhaust gas.

Qiu Ling went to the mall and bought a large photo album cover. When she got home, she stuffed the photos one by one into the plastic film.

To avoid loss, I also imported all the photos in the camera into the computer.

Gradually, I took more and more photos.

I will take pictures on Duoduo’s birthday.

Photos of San Sheng from 7 months old to over three years old, even after being neutered, still maintaining his stunning appearance, were also taken.

I will take photos when I eat something delicious.

We also take photos during New Year's Day, Spring Festival and National Day.

When traveling on business, you should also keep records.

Before I knew it, I had bought several large photo albums and filled them up.

Time quickly came to 2009.

"Fold a thousand paper cranes and tie a red ribbon. May good luck come to kind people every day..."

A hand stretched out from the warm quilt, and the owner of the hand drowsily touched the mobile phone on the bedside table and slid it open. The call was automatically connected.

"Ms. Qiu, the town office in the small fishing village contacted me just now and asked us to sign the demolition contract."

Qiu Ling took 3 seconds to restore his crashed brain.

Thoughts are pieced together piece by piece.

At the beginning of last year, news of demolition came from the small fishing village.

Zhou Xiaojun helped Qiu Ling manage the properties in Pengcheng and Haicheng. When he received the demolition notice, he went to the small fishing village to hold a meeting.

Quanhu Group officially decided to develop the small fishing village.