The Fat Wife of the 1980s Awakens

If these three little ones were smaller, she would definitely hold them in her arms and give them a loving kiss on their soft faces.

"Good boy, follow mom and brush your teeth first, otherwise bugs will grow in your teeth."

As soon as she finished speaking, the three little guys obediently lined up and followed Xu Xiufang, staggering one by one.

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As time goes by, Xu Xiufang never has a moment of free time in the morning.

When Yangyang and Yueyue set out on their study journey with their schoolbags on their backs, she devoted herself to the restoration of the waste items collected by Li Guifang.

In the yard, the mottled sunlight illuminated her busy figure, making her look particularly strong and beautiful.

The three little rascals were not willing to be left behind. They stuck out their little butts, imitated the adults, and "worked" around the flashlights. Although their little hands were clumsy, they were full of curiosity to explore.

At first they surrounded Xu Xiufang tightly and imitated her every move, making it almost impossible for her to work normally.

In desperation, she threw the broken flashlight to them and let them play freely.

In her opinion, sacrificing an abandoned item in exchange for the children's happy childhood memories is a good deal.

The four of them were each doing their own job in this small world, busy and warm, until a sudden horn sounded and broke the harmony.

All movements paused, and all eyes were cast towards the source of the sound outside the yard.

Soon, a small pickup truck roared over, raising a cloud of dust, and broke into this tranquility with an indomitable momentum.

Xu Xiufang put her hands on her hips, a challenging gleam in her eyes, a mentality that was ready for a joke.

She thought to herself: Didn’t he look down on us before?

Don’t you think it’s impossible for us to complete the task in such a short time?

Now, she was going to witness with her own eyes how the self-righteous driver was at a loss when the facts refuted him.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips. She picked up the herbal tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp with a satisfying gulp, trying to calm the small sense of victory in her heart.

She was looking forward to the moment of collecting the money. At that time, she would "educate" the driver who underestimated the wisdom of rural women and make him understand what it meant to "look down on people with low eyesight".

The car door opened and two men jumped out, the latter of whom was obviously the driver.

At this moment, he had completely lost his previous arrogance, and instead followed the person in front of him respectfully.

The leader was wearing simple work clothes and a pair of iconic Liberation shoes. Although his outfit was inconspicuous, it exuded a typical working-class style. Although he looked rough on the outside, he had an indescribable charm.

The most peculiar thing is that he has fair skin, which does not conform to the stereotype, and wears a pair of thick glasses on his nose.

Through the exquisite pair of glasses, Xu Xiufang seemed to be able to see the sharpness and shrewdness hidden in the other person's eyes, just like the tip of a sharp knife gently scratching the calm water surface, stirring up imperceptible ripples.

"Are you Ms. Xu?" He took the initiative to approach and extended his hand.

Xu Xiufang couldn't help but wonder in her heart, does such a direct and efficient opening mean that the olive branch of cooperation has quietly fallen?

She smiled gracefully and gently placed her hand on him. The moment their palms touched, a warm power quietly passed between them.

However, in the depths of those deep eyes, Xu Xiufang caught a fleeting hint of confusion.

After years of hard work in the business world, Xu Xiufang has developed a pair of eyes that can see through people's hearts. With just an eye contact, she can see through the waves in the other person's heart.

The man was obviously puzzled by the fact that she neither seemed overly nervous nor overly humble because of her prominent status.

In the countryside, this kind of response that is neither flattering nor impolite is not unheard of, but it is rare, especially when it comes from a seemingly ordinary woman, which makes it even more unusual.

At this moment, not far away, three chubby and cute little figures witnessed this scene. Their little faces were instantly covered with dissatisfied wrinkles. Three pairs of small hands rushed up at the same time, using all their strength to try to separate the two tightly clasped hands.

Dabao frowned, and his childish voice was filled with a hint of blame: "Why are you holding my mother's hand?"

Xiaobao, who is usually shy, seemed to be encouraged by his brother. He stood up straight, pointed at the tall figure with his chubby little hand, and firmly defended: "Mom belongs to us, you can't just pull her hand!"

Xu Xiufang quickly hugged the three little ones and explained gently and patiently: "My dears, this is the way adults show friendship to each other. It's called a handshake, not just holding hands."

She wanted to explain more, but then she thought that since the factory director was visiting her personally, he must have important matters to discuss, so she gently told the children, "Go play over there for a while, and remember not to make trouble."

The three little heads huddled together, pouting, and moved to the threshold with a look of grievance, continuing to fiddle with their little flashlights.

After the children quieted down, Xu Xiufang turned around and politely apologized to the visiting guests, with a mother's unique tenderness and helplessness in her tone: "Children don't quite understand these etiquettes, please don't mind."

The man didn't take it seriously. Instead, he laughed out loud and said, "I think they are quite smart and have their own ideas, haha."

Then, he introduced himself in a hearty and humorous way: "My name is Chen Anping, I'm from Xiafeng Garment Factory, and I'm the factory director there."

Xu Xiufang spoke in a calm tone, but her words were full of due respect: "So you are the head of the famous Xiafeng Garment Factory. I have heard of your factory for a long time, and it can be said that it is well-known."

In her heart, Xiafeng Garment Factory has long been more than just a synonym for an enterprise. It is the leading business giant in Zhijin County. Its scale is almost equivalent to the sum of four cotton mills. It has been able to maintain its identity as a state-owned enterprise in the tide of market economy and is as solid as a rock. Such persistence and achievements are admirable.

What is even more remarkable is that, as a stable source of supply, it is still able to stand firm and ride the waves in today's fiercely competitive fabric industry.

Xu Xiufang knows very well that behind a powerful enterprise there are often a lot of glory and halo.

She originally thought that this uninvited guest was just an ordinary department head, but she didn't expect it to be Chen Anping, the helmsman of Xiafeng Garment Factory. His approachable and friendly manner undoubtedly left a deep impression on her.

Chen Anping waved his hand and smiled modestly: "Although our factory is not ostentatious in appearance, I always feel like I am being pushed along in the tide of the times. I am afraid that I will be left far behind if I am not careful."