The little drama queen who was a prosperous husband in the 1980s through the book

But Hu Dahua shook his head with a decisive smile on his face.

"Master Zhang, don't talk about this again."

"Huh? Why?"

Zhang Guangli looked at Bai Xue doubtfully.

Bai Xue said that Hu Dahua also liked him, so he mustered up the courage to speak out his feelings. Unexpectedly, Hu Dahua threw a basin of ice cubes at him.

Bai Xue had the feeling that the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuch was.

"Sister Hu, don't wrong yourself anymore. You should look forward."

Hu Dahua lowered her head and glanced at Xiaohua. The child looked at her eagerly, and she felt heartbroken.

"Master Zhang, I have a child and am a widow. You have never been married. After all, we... can't talk about it, so you'd better find someone with matching conditions. I don't want to drag you down."

Zhang Guangli breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that this was the reason.

"Dahua, you think too much."

Hu Dahua glanced at Bai Xue resentfully, and then moved her eyes to Zhang Guangli.

"Master Zhang, I'm here. Don't come to my house anymore. There's a lot of trouble at the widow's door."

Zhang Guangli's lips parted, and when he wanted to say something else,

Hu Dahua blocked him with words, "I'm tired, please leave quickly."

Zhang Guangli was so honest that when Hu Dahua asked him to leave, he really understood the literal meaning.

"it is good."

He hung his head, very despondent.

He walked to the door, opened it, looked back at Hu Dahua, who was holding the child with his eyes closed, and then walked into the hospital corridor.

In the long corridor, there was the sound of lonely footsteps.

"Baixue, you really shouldn't have brought him here."

Hu Dahua pressed Xiaohua's face and hugged her tighter.

Bai Xue didn't say anything. She could tell that Hu Dahua liked Zhang Guangli. Her thoughts were simple and kind. She didn't want Zhang Guangli to become the laughing stock of the people around him because of her.

After all, in the relatively closed environment of the 80s.It takes a lot of courage for a man without any marriage history to marry a widow.

A few days later, Hu Dahua was almost back to health, and the mother and daughter were taken home by Yao Qiang on a three-wheeled bicycle.

"Yao Qiang, Bai Xue. Thanks to you, eldest sister."

"Sister, am I no longer a street kid?" Yao Qiang turned around and glanced at them, with the vigor of a young man on his face.

Hu Dahua's face turned red, and she felt sorry when she remembered her previous evaluation of Yao Qiang.

"Yao Qiang, my sister had a bad attitude towards you before, please don't take it to heart."

"That won't work!"

Yao Qiang raised his chin and hummed a tune.

Seeing him kicking his nose and face, Bai Xue tugged at Yao Qiang's back collar and said, "You will be punished to work out of the stall by yourself tomorrow!"

"That's not what I meant. I just want to eat the pancakes made by Sister Hu! You have to cook three meals for me before I can forgive you."

"Hahaha!" Hu Dahua hugged Xiaohua, and the two of them laughed together.

Xiaohua put on her own face and started to laugh at Yao Qiang.

"How greedy! Uncle Yao is so greedy!"

Amidst the laughter, the tricycle stopped steadily in front of Hu Dahua's courtyard.

A gust of smoke drifted in, mixed with the aroma of braised pork.Xiaohua hugged her mother, sniffed, and she began to act like a baby with a milky voice.

"Mom, I smell braised pork..."

Hu Dahua pinched her face and said, "You also said that Uncle Yao is greedy. I think you have the greediest mouth. Xiaohua is a greedy little cat! When he smells the aroma of other people's food, he can't help it."

At this moment, the door of the small courtyard suddenly opened from the inside.

Zhang Guangli wore an apron and held a spatula, standing nervously in front of Hu Dahua, "It's not someone else's cooking, it's mine. I made the braised pork and stuffed eggs."

When Hu Dahua saw that Zhang Guangli was at her home, her face suddenly turned ugly.

"Wow!"

Xiaohua screamed, broke away from Hu Dahua's arms, and ran into the courtyard gate happily.She stood on tiptoe and stared at the gurgling steam in the casserole.

Zhang Guangli had quick eyesight and quick hands. He hugged Xiaohua tightly into his arms, his eyes full of concern.

"Hot! Xiaohua, remember, stay away from the pot. You will get hurt."

Xiaohua was very sensible. She nodded and stared longingly at the boiling meat in the pot. She licked her lips and swallowed a mouthful of spit.

"Uncle Zhang, I want to eat meat."

"Okay! Wait a moment." Zhang Guangli walked into the kitchen quickly and took out a small bowl.

When Zhang Guangli served Xiaohua a bowl of meat and Xiaohua sat at the small table and ate deliciously, Hu Dahua's heart suddenly softened a little.

If his man hadn't died, he could have stewed braised pork for his children, right?

Hu Dahua's eyes were a little less vigilant and a little more tender.

"Why are you here?"

Seeing this, Bai Xue pulled Yao Qiang out of the yard.

How could Yao Qiang let go of such a good show? He leaned close to the crack of the door, opened one eye and looked in, and his ears almost squeezed into the crack of the door.

After a pause, Yao Qiang turned his head excitedly,

"Baixue, they both touched the child's head!"

"Baixue, Zhang Guangli said he would come every day!"

Seeing that the situation was decided, Bai Xue waved to Yao Qiang, "Have you seen enough?"

"no!"

"Then continue watching by yourself. Remember to report to me tomorrow."

Bai Xue left Tangjiatun and returned to Changzheng Factory, just in time for lunch.

When she opened the drawer to get the lunch box, she was surprised to find that there was an envelope stuffed in the bag under the lunch box, with her name written on the envelope.

"Snow White"

Bai Xue frowned slightly and looked at the envelope for a while.

Facing the sun, she looked at the contents of the brown paper envelope, which was a bit thick.

"What is this? It can't be a love letter, right?"

Thinking of this, Bai Xue felt a little guilty in her heart.

The original person is good-looking and likes to flirt with others. He may have left a bad relationship somewhere and left it to himself to take the blame.

She groaned secretly, holding the envelope and preparing to throw it away, out of sight and out of mind.

Suddenly, she pinched the envelope carefully and felt that it felt wrong. It didn't look like ordinary letter paper.When she opened the envelope and took a look, Bai Xue was dumbfounded.

This is indeed not letter paper, but banknotes!

Five grey-blue hundred dollar bills.

With her mouth half open, she quickly stuffed the envelope into her bag.When she walked into the cafeteria to get her meal, Bai Xue was still confused.

"Who can give yourself 500 yuan?"

Yao Qiang?

Bai Xue immediately denied her conjecture. The 210 that Yao Qiang invested in was given to him by his father, Yao Xinjian.

Hu Dahua?

That's even more impossible... The money Hu Dahua has is just enough for her own life.

Qi Tianjiao?

No, the word "白雪" is written in a sloppy way, which shows that he has calligraphy skills at first glance.Bai Xue had seen Qi Tianjiao's two-stroke calligraphy before, and said it was "juanxiu", which was quite reluctant.

Who could it be?

In the 500s, 80 yuan was the annual income of an ordinary worker. It was definitely not a small amount of money.

Suddenly, a person's shadow slowly appeared in Bai Xue's mind.

Could it be him?