The Fat Wife of the 1980s Awakens

Xu Xiufang's eyes swept across Fang Min's slightly shy face, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

If Xu Xiufang had not occasionally caught a glimpse of Fang Min's young girlish obsession with Dabao, she would have almost thought that the person standing in front of her was the young girl she met outside the hospital that day.

Xu Xiufang had official business to attend to, so she quickly tidied her clothes and prepared to go out.

Before leaving, she told Dabao, who was already dressed, "I have something urgent to deal with, so I'm leaving now. When grandpa and grandma wake up, please tell them to prepare for Xiaobao's sacrifice."

"Mom, are you leaving without breakfast?"

Dabao hurriedly called her, his face full of worry.

Xu Xiufang responded with a comforting smile: "I can just take care of it on the way."

"Then at least take this eight-treasure porridge with you to fill your stomach on the way."

Dabao frowned slightly and stood in front of his mother, holding a can of carefully prepared eight-treasure porridge in his hand.

Xu Xiufang had no choice but to go back and get the porridge.

When passing by Dabao who was trying to keep him, Dabao asked tentatively: "Are you going to the county town? I can go with you..."

"No, I'm just going to borrow a bicycle from the village chief. I can go alone."

Xu Xiufang originally wanted to tease him for being too worried, but the moment she saw Fang Min, she changed the subject and smiled like a flower: "You are really considerate. You will definitely be a considerate and good partner in the future."

Dabao looked at his mother in confusion, while a blush quietly crept up Fang Min's cheeks.

"Are you hungry?"

Dabao waited until his mother's figure gradually disappeared before turning to Fang Min and asking with concern.

Fang Min tried hard to adjust her mood and returned to normal. She answered seriously, "I'm fine. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, sort of."

Dabao said as he walked towards the kitchen.

Fang Min followed closely behind and suggested apologetically: "What do you want to eat? I'll do my best to make it for you..." She regretted her words as soon as they came out of her mouth, because she knew that she knew almost nothing about cooking, especially when she looked around the kitchen and saw only limited rice, flour and a few eggs, she felt mixed emotions.

"Otherwise, shall I cook porridge for you?"

Fang Min thought that cooking porridge should be the easiest.

Although Dabao had not spent much time with Fang Min, he seemed to understand her better than she imagined.

He glanced at Fang Min, then rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong and fair arms, and said confidently, "I'll make egg noodles."

“Can you make noodles?”

Fang Min widened her eyes, unable to hide her surprise.

Dabao nodded in agreement, took the basin, poured in flour, slowly added water, and began to knead the dough skillfully.

Fang Min stared at Dabao's smooth movements intently. She felt a warm current in her heart and her heartbeat quickened.

She suddenly realized that she seemed to have fallen deeply into the vortex named "Xie Kailin". In order to prevent Xie Kailin from noticing, she hurriedly picked up the ladle beside her and said, "Let me add water for you."

"Add more when I tell you to!"

There was a hint of doting reproach in Dabao's tone.

"Ok!"

Fang Min responded playfully.

Soon, Xiaobao was also attracted by the noise in the kitchen and joined them sleepily.

Thinking of what Liu Ying said yesterday, he ran to Liu Ying's vegetable garden and picked a handful of fresh vegetables, intending to add a touch of green to their breakfast - Liu Ying had specifically instructed that if there were no vegetables at home, they could come to her field to pick them at any time.

At the same time, Xu Xiufang had arrived at the door of the village chief Guo Zhenwu.

In the mornings in the countryside, especially the older generation, people are accustomed to getting up at the crowing of cocks. As soon as the sky turns light, Guo Zhenwu and his wife sit at the gate of the yard, enjoying porridge in the rising sun and relishing this rare peace.

"Uncle, Aunt, good morning!"

Xu Xiufang greeted softly, her words carrying the freshness and warmth of the morning.

"Hey, isn't this Xie Yi's house? What's the matter with you coming here so early?"

Qin Erniang stood up, with a warm smile on her face, and asked with concern, "Have you had breakfast? If not, let's have some together?"

"No need, Second Aunt, you are too polite."

Xu Xiufang smiled broadly, handing the bag of apples to the man as she spoke. "I'm going to have breakfast with someone in the county town, and I just wanted to ask if I could borrow your bicycle. Is that too much trouble?"

"Hey, why bother? If you want to use a bike, just ride away. Why bring apples with you?"

Although Qin Erniang said this in a scolding tone, her hands had already unconsciously taken the fruit from Xu Xiufang's hand, her eyes full of kindness and enthusiasm, "Wait a minute, I'll push the cart out for you!"

After saying that, Qin Erniang hurriedly put down her bowl and chopsticks and quickly went into the house to get the car.

"Thank you, Second Aunt."

Xu Xiufang smiled gratefully, and her smile revealed the warm and simple friendship between neighbors.

"Xie Yi's family, I heard that you have opened a big factory in Beijing?"

During the conversation, Guo Zhenwu, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't hold back his inner surprise and broke the noise around him.

Yesterday, Xu Xiufang and his wife returned to this quiet little village exhausted. The villagers gathered around like a flock of curious birds, especially the women, who chattered non-stop and talked a lot.

Men are generally not interested in such neighborhood affairs; they prefer to talk about crops, weather or national affairs.

As the head of the village, Guo Zhenwu naturally disdains to participate in these trivial gossips. Most of his news comes from his wife's after-dinner conversations.

When Xu Xiufang heard her second uncle's question, she raised a warm smile and replied softly, "Yes, second uncle. We have indeed opened up a new world in Jing City."

"The textile factory in the county town is yours?"

Guo Zhenwu's eyes were filled with curiosity and a hint of barely perceptible envy as he continued to ask.

Xu Xiufang nodded slightly, confirming the fact.

In recent years, with the changing market conditions, many enterprises in Fu County have been struggling and the county’s finances have also been stretched to the limit.

The textile factory was already struggling due to its single business model and over-reliance on one big customer, "One in a Hundred". Eventually, in order to ease the financial pressure, Xu Xiufang and his wife spotted a bright spot and acquired it.

"Your business has grown to this scale?"

Guo Zhenwu's voice was filled with astonishment.

Before this, when the villagers asked Xu Xiufang, she only mentioned briefly that she and Xie Yi were running a business together, without going into details.

So, everyone naturally guessed that they should be engaged in a clothing-related business.

In response to Guo Zhenwu's amazement, Xu Xiufang did not directly reveal the difficulties behind his success, but just smiled implicitly and said, "It's not bad."

Guo Zhenwu nodded in appreciation, his eyes full of expectation: "It's good for young people to have abilities, but they must not be complacent because of this. They must always maintain a learning attitude, so that their business can grow bigger and bigger!"