Wu Dalang, who was immersed in extremely joy, was "deep love" and "waving" and "waving" with tears in his hands, "waving the fish soup bowl" and was talking to himself with an extremely touching mood: "Since I tied the knot with A Lian, as long as there was delicious food at home, I would provide A Lian. Looking at A Lian "bada", "bada", "waving the water", "waving the water", "waving the water", I would feel as happy as eating a fake melon with sweetness... Sorry, please allow me to wipe off the crystal clear... Oh no, the turbid tears, and then say the next episode."

Tears kept coming out, which forced Wu Dalang to put the fish soup bowl on the table and wipe the tears with his two sleeves. Until he said in his heart, "Okay, the rain has passed, the sky is clear, you can continue." Then he continued to say to himself: "Since marrying A Lian, I have strengthened my belief and kept all the delicacies above the sesame cake..."

Wu Dalang burst into tears again excitedly. Fortunately, the "rainfall" this time was not as heavy as before, and had little impact on "talking to oneself". This made Wu Dalang's heart feel both emotional and vocal, and every word: "But! What I never expected was that on... on the afternoon of the May 1st International Labor Day in the park in 19852, my dearest baby, the cutest aunt, actually gave me a bowl..."

Speaking of this, Wu Dalang asked Pan Jinlian for the last time: "A Lian, you...you really decided that I would drink this delicious..."

Pan Jinlian, who was facing away from her face and laughing secretly, had to brake suddenly and forcefully stop laughing, then turned to Wu Dalang and said seriously: "Dalang, you always let me eat good things. You have to give A Lian a chance to repay you, so that A Lian can show a good wife and mother... Oh no, you can't call him a good wife yet, right? I ordered you to immediately eat fish soup like a little kid, with the skin and meat, and then lick it clean like a homeless man drinking porridge!"

"A Lian is so sincere!" Wu Dalang's heart was moved, like the rice he had just served by a migrant worker, and the pile was so sharp that it was piled up. Looking at Pan Jinlian with a serious expression, Wu Dalang didn't know how to express his gratitude all over his body and his stomach. After his mouth was spurted out six or seven "ums" in succession like a machine gun to attack a Japanese man, he thrust his chest, wiped his tears of excitement for eight or nine times, and then pointed his wet hand at his chest, slapped three times like a fly, and finally said in a more firm tone than taking a oath: "In order to make A Lian's heart and my heart lean against each other like a chair, table, pot and shovel, I..."

Wu Dalang suddenly saw some black particles floating in the fish soup, and pointed at the fish soup inexplicably and said to Pan Jinlian: "Hey? What are these dark things inside?"

Pan Jinlian "stopped" in her heart, and said, "It's pepper."

Wu Dalang further said in surprise: "Ah! A Lian, you... you also added pepper to me?"

Pan Jinlian: "Who made you my husband!"

Wu Dalang was so excited that his body trembled sharply, and he blurted out: "The salted fish soup without a drop of oil was sprinkled with pepper powder that the rich man ate. It was like using ginseng as radish to dry porridge! Can I not make me cry excitedly... Is there any frame for the hot tears?"

Wu Dalang was reluctant to eat and drink, so he only took a small sip of the fish soup and tasted it in his mouth, but felt that the taste was not right. He asked Pan Jinlian, "A Lian, where did you buy this pepper powder? Why isn't it very strong?"

"Pepper can spill out of the belly of the shoes! Take it seriously." Pan Jinlian smiled in her heart, but said, "Who told you not to make a lot of money? There is no good product! You can only buy unqualified counterfeit products without money."

Wu Dalang lowered his head embarrassedly and murmured: "A Lian, I just blame my husband for being incompetent, so you can only buy pepper powder in an underground workshop to produce it."

Wu Dalang's words reminded Pan Jinlian, and Pan Jinlian hurriedly asked, "Oh, when you came home just now, why did you look happy on your face as if you had won the grand prize?"

When Wu Dalang heard this, he couldn't help but put down the fish soup bowl and said to Pan Jinlian excitedly: "I forgot to report the good news to you, and I'm very happy on my face."

After Wu Dalang said that, he took out a heavy small cloth bag from his arms and raised it excitedly: "Today's g, d, p!"

As soon as the small cloth bag filled with "hard currency" appeared, Pan Jinlian's two big eyes immediately looked like a skin tiger sticking to the toilet, and was sucked firmly, and couldn't even pull it open: "Wow! So many GDPs! Today's basket is empty, and the pancakes are all shining?"

Wu Dalang looked proud: "Even those that have expired, those that have become moldy, those who have been wormed, and those that have not yet produced..."

Pan Jinlian snatched the small cloth bag and weighed it with her hand: "Wow! It's so heavy!"

Pan Jinlian shouted, excitedly unbuttoned the cloth bag and spread it on the table, revealing the round copper plates inside the pile. Then, Pan Jinlian used her two hands as if she was afraid of being stolen.

The circle was around the cloth bag, staring at the copper chicken nodding like a rice-pecking chicken, and counting the copper coins rhythmically.

Pan Jinlian shouted a number at every point and slammed her head. The rhythm and shouting were exactly the same as the command of the radio gymnastics: "One, two, three, four! Five, six, seven, eight! Two, two, three, four! Five, six, seven, eight..."

Wu Dalang immediately followed Pan Jinlian's shouting and rhythm, raised his hand and kicked his feet to do radio fucking.

Pan Jinlian: "Three, two, three, four! Five, six, seven, eight! Four, two..."

Pan Jinlian stopped counting the money and asked Wu Dalang strangely: "Hey? What are you doing?"

Wu Dalang smiled and said, "I'm tired after carrying a baking cake for a day. This is the opportunity to take advantage of A Lian's call for a radio fuck to exercise his muscles."

"Stop!" Pan Jinlian suddenly remembered something and shouted to Wu Dalang! Then she said, "You also said 'and not produced yet'. Is there more than so much sales today?"

"Oh! I almost forgot." Wu Dalang suddenly remembered something and said, "The broken fishing boat tow the aircraft carrier-the big head is behind!"

Wu Dalang said, and took out a silver ingot from his other sleeve and rushed into the air. He hummed happily in a strange accent with notes: "Light lamp light lamp!"

Pan Jinlian was shocked now. From the time she came out of her mother's belly, to being poured into Zhang Tuhao's house as a maid, to being led into the broken house of Wu Dalang's house like a rich man, for more than 20 years, she had never seen her own ingot.

Pan Jinlian's already big eyes immediately bulged three to five percentage points like a basketball that had a charging mouth. Her small mouth was like a frog after the rain, making a "wawawa" and screaming incredibly surprised.
Chapter completed!