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"Guoqiang," Zhao Sumei finished eating the last piece of meat, put down her chopsticks, hesitated, and asked, "Are you still going tomorrow?"

"Go, make twenty more tomorrow and sell seventy."

"Can you do it alone?"

“It’s very busy, even making noodles, braised pork, and baking steamed buns are all familiar tasks.”

Zhao Sumei was silent for a while, and then said: "How about... let me help you?"

Lin Guoqiang looked at her, a little surprised.

"You are taking care of your children at home, how can you help me?"

"I can help you knead the noodles and bake the buns. Look," she stretched out her hands. "Although my hands are stupid, I can still knead the noodles."

As for the child, Jingjing is three years old and can play in the yard by herself. I will carry Weiwei on her back without delaying her work."

Lin Guoqiang thought for a while and shook his head: "No, I'm too tired.

You can just take care of your children at home, and I will take care of the outside matters."

"I'm not afraid of getting tired." Zhao Sumei's voice was soft but firm, "Guoqiang, I don't want to just wait at home, I want to help you.

We can live a good life if we work together."

Lin Guoqiang looked at her for a long time.

Under the dim kerosene lamp, her eyes were as bright as two black grapes soaked in water.

There was a kind of light in it that he had never seen before.

It’s not a grievance, it’s not patience, it’s not resignation, it’s a stubbornness that wants to stand side by side with him.

"Okay." He nodded, "Then you can help me with making noodles, cutting meat, and baking buns. I'll teach you."

Zhao Sumei smiled, her eyebrows curved, revealing two shallow dimples.

Lin Guoqiang looked at her smile, and suddenly felt a sour feeling in his heart.

He thought of how she had just married him.

Wearing braids and a floral shirt, she stood under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village and smiled at him.

Her smile looked like this at that time, with crooked eyes and shallow dimples.

What happened next?Then she stopped laughing.

The burden of life weighed her down, and her smile disappeared little by little, replaced by increasingly deep vertical lines on her brow.

Today, she smiled again.

Lin Guoqiang secretly swore in his heart.

In this life, he wants her to laugh all the time.

It was late at night, and a family of four huddled on the wooden bed.

Lin Guoqiang was lying on the outside, Zhao Sumei was in the middle, and the two children were on the inside.

Lin Jing has fallen asleep, her little hands are holding the corner of Lin Guoqiang's clothes, and she won't let go.

Lin Wei lay on Zhao Sumei's chest, breathing evenly, her belly rising and falling.

Zhao Sumei didn’t fall asleep either.

"Guoqiang," she said softly, "do you think we can really live a good life in the future?"

"Yes." Lin Guoqiang answered without hesitation.

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