Wang Liansheng watched as the people walked away, shook his head, and continued with his work.
It was almost time to clock out when he heard the news that Old Master Lian had returned, saying he went out to look for a countryside delicacy he remembered.
Wang Liansheng just smiled at this, brushed it aside, and rode his bicycle home after work.
The night before last, little Shi Tou had repeatedly reminded him that he wanted a slingshot, just like Zhao Xiaoqiang in his class, and they were going to compete to see who was better with a slingshot.
When little Xing heard this, she asked him for an ice sled, saying that she had made arrangements with Xing Fei and Zheng Lin. In half a month, when the lake next to the compound froze over, they would go ice skating.
Passing by the state-owned restaurant, Wang Liansheng happened to see freshly braised chicken offal being served hot on a white enamel tray, still steaming.
