Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Chapter 11:

Soon after returning home at night, I received a call from Lao Huang. I thought it was a work matter, but when I was connected, I found it was my sister-in-law.

It turned out that when I talked to Lao Huang about dinner that day, she didn’t say anything. She was not at ease, and she personally called and invited me to eat tomorrow.

I happened to be fine at noon, so I responded quickly. Old Huang answered the phone, went to the balcony, closed the window, and mocked me. I didn’t have general knowledge with him, and then I went back to work, exchanged a few sentences with or without, and then hung up. My sister-in-law loves to eat durians very much, and she knows how to eat them. There is a durian stall where I live with a good reputation. It is also Musang King. I bought it at the supermarket and the shop where the gluttons pass by word of mouth. She can really tell the difference. Fresh fruits usually arrive in the evening, and some of the popular ones disappeared in the next morning. I hurriedly changed my shoes and went to the ‘specialized shop for gluttons”. Fortunately, I bought it.

I went out early the next morning. Because I haven’t bought a refrigerator yet? Yesterday, I was afraid that it would be broken, so I just bought it first and asked the boss to cut the package for me when I went out. In Singapore, durians are not allowed on public transportation. Occasionally, you will encounter some lucky ones on the subway, but they are only a handful of them. Most people are relatively law-abiding. I took a taxi and Huang got up very early today-although it may not be the initiative. His two sons are very…lively.

Singaporeans like barefoot at home and love to wear flip-flops. Many people’s toes are slightly deformed due to long-term wear of flip-flops. I changed the ordinary slippers specially prepared by my sister-in-law, and I felt very warm in my heart. My sister-in-law is from Shandong and came to Singapore as a graduate student. Last year, the youngest son also reached the age of going to kindergarten. She returned to the workplace. Not to mention anything else, she looked much better, and she already had the style we had when we first met: I felt that Lao Huang was particularly lucky at that time.

My sister-in-law put the durian in the refrigerator. At this moment, she was preparing for lunch, and she was not polite with me. When I said to help, she really divided the leek for me to choose. Lao Huang enjoys the family relationship in the living room-I barely enjoy the family relationship, anyway, I would rather choose food here. She has a lot more hands and feet than me, but she didn’t dislike my bad work, but while talking, she occasionally silently took the leeks I had chosen and re-selected it again.

“You have been busy these days?” The sister-in-law said, and by the way, he told me which parts must be selected. “Huang Xiuwen didn’t have any energy for a week. He said that he played basketball with the boss, but he kept working overtime at night. This kid dragged it up, otherwise he might not know when to sleep.”

“There are a lot of things. Recently, I have a tight task and a heavy burden. The main thing is that the people below can’t get up.” I sighed, “How are you sister-in-law? I remember you said that you mainly do the alignment business this time. Does it have a big impact?”

“It’s okay. The main domestic situation will get better soon-by the way, Li Yao,” she stopped and looked at me. “Do you have enough masks? Go back and take a box.”

“Enough.” I was planning to buy it this afternoon.

“Okay.” She received all the leeks. “After cutting it, it’s ready to be cooked. Let’s go out and play.”

“Okay.” I answered, but my feet didn’t move.

“Oh, look at you,” she immediately understood why I had been leaning on, pushing my shoulders and walking out, while saying, “I thought about it early, you play games with them, it’s okay.”

Out of the kitchen, only Lao Huang sat on the blanket alone in the living room with his back leaning on the sofa post, looking choked. The two brothers are playing around in the balcony aisle, perhaps because they have temporarily lost interest in the “caring” dad. Seeing us coming out, Old Huang said, “I heard you call my full name. What did you say behind my back?”

“I’ll ask if you bullied our sister.” She still speaks Mandarin and speaks quickly.

“I don’t understand.” Old Huang pitifully replied in Mandarin with a Minnan accent.

I couldn’t help but laughed.

“Auntie is out!” I don’t know who shouted first. It’s good now, just hearing this energetic voice, my temples are beating. Really, there is no more terrible word in this world than “Auntie” pronounced in Chinese—”Auntie” in English, when used to pronounce it, is a Singaporean accent, and if you call me that way, you can only It was the two children who appeared in front of them. Objectively speaking, they are actually quite obedient. If I had not been overconfident before and agreed to help the old couple take care of them for a week, I would certainly not be as scared as I am now.

“Stop!” My sister-in-law also has a little Singaporean accent when she speaks English. “Will you and aunt play NS together? Then we will have lunch together after a while.”

The two brothers looked at each other: “Okay.”

I was relieved. My sister-in-law patted me and turned back to the kitchen.

The four of us line up to play, but make sure there is at least one child in the game. Lao Huang has slowed down and wants to teach me how to catch bugs. I would rather talk to their old university, glance at him, and just say: “Your face just looked as white as paper.”

“The same words for you.”

I said to my heart that I was scared, but I said: “Maybe we should go to a nearby gym membership, you know, like their BCG people.”

“When do you go?”

“At dinner?” I thought for a while, “or go at eight in the morning.”

“Yes, yes.” Old Huang said, “you please first.”

“I’m serious.” I thought about it carefully, and realized that I couldn’t squeeze out this time. “Maybe a few months later…or we will persuade the whole group. We will have meetings in the gym in the future.”

Old Huang was silent for a moment, and then said: “I just imagined the meeting scene you mentioned.”

As soon as the voice fell, I immediately got a sense of the picture, and hurriedly raised my hand: “I was wrong.”

Although there are not many meetings on Monday, it is very brainstorming. He came up to play against the BCG side. They went back on weekends and made sufficient preparations. They found convincing answers to Lao Huang’s questions last week. There was a saying that this work attitude was very good, and it made people more or less willing to look at them. But who is the old Huang, who can’t make a plan and make a living, greets the boss with approving eyes: as I mentioned earlier, I only saw him look at their dog like that.

I still pretend to be Justitia, the kind with my eyes open. Blindfolded and unable to reply to emails.

After a weekend, the mail was piled high again, with over 200 unread emails, I could only try to pick out the urgent replies, so I entered more and sent less, until Wednesday there was still a hundred or so left. Lao Huang, however, was concerned about our chattering on the weekends. In the past few days, he took the lunch break to visit a nearby gym—I guessed it from the brochure on his desk. In the office, he still treated me with a cross-eyed face and coldly pointing fingers at me. I almost thought I was Hu Shizhi.

In the afternoon meeting, when Kevin was not there, Miss Pande showed a face. I have hardly been out of this conference room except for lunch, and my head is dizzy when I reply to the email, and I haven’t noticed her staying in the first place.

“What makes you so nostalgic here?” I heard a voice suddenly. Looking up, Miss Pan De was looking at me with a smile.

I just clicked on the minimized webpage and turned to show her: “I’m fishing.”

She looked at her watch: “It’s seven o’clock already, not counting.”

I glanced casually, thought it was very interesting, and asked, “What age is that Cellini? It suits you well.”

“Late seventies.” She was surprised, “Can you make magic?”

I laughed blankly: “This is actually very easy to recognize, as long as you have the know-how… Your dial is well maintained. Is it usually sent to a service center for maintenance?”

“No, I have a friend who is an expert on antique Rolex.” She blinked. She obviously has a lot of ideas about her own wear. Formal watches from a few decades ago were generally small in diameter. From the current point of view, they are very suitable for women to wear. On her wrist is a rectangular gold watch with a cool brown leather belt. Miss Pan De has a lighter complexion, so this combination is very appropriate.

“That’s it.” I nodded. Look carefully, there are some traces of her watch, but the owner obviously loves it.

“You want to buy a refrigerator?” she asked.

“I’m still thinking about it.” I scratched my forehead. “The electrical appliances are very complicated now. I am not an expert in this area.”

She smiled: “Yao, you can’t be good at everything.”

Of course I can! I thought to myself, but what I actually said was: “You are right. I really hope that there are reliable consultants in household appliances. I am a real consultant, not the kind in the electric appliance market.”

She tilted her head: “Maybe we should expand our business.”

I closed the computer and seemed to enjoy her joke. What is she staying for? Although I don’t know what degree of cooperation Kevin and the others have provided, everything has just begun. I was a little uncertain, just looked at her casually, as if I was still thinking about the refrigerator, and said, “I thought you had an appointment tonight.”

“That’s it,” she put up her bag, “just look at your situation before get off work.”

Is this in return for my delivery of coffee on the 20th floor last week?

I raised my eyebrows and said, “I should fish more in the company. If there are professionals like you to help me, I will be able to choose the perfect refrigerator soon.”

She seemed very cooperative with my joke, shook her head gently, and said with a smile: “I wish you the perfect refrigerator.”

“I will. Have a nice evening.” I said. I entered the elevator with her.