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Chapter 48 Dried Eggplant

Early in the morning of the first day of the new year, the phone of the Liao family in Yanjing rang on time. No need to guess who called. General Liao ran to the sofa and answered the phone at a speed that was not suitable for his age. The eldest grandson's New Year greetings came through the line. Liao Yongchang laughed and scolded: "Stinky boy, Grandpa didn't go to the grassroots this year. You didn't even call last night to ask in advance. You call at this time every year, as if you were doing errands. ... No errands to do? Something? What's the matter? ... What, have you found someone?" Liao Yongchang's voice was as loud as a bell. This exclamation called Grandma Liao and Xiaoxue over. Grandma Liao wiped her hands on her apron, snatched the phone from the old man, and pushed him aside. Grandpa Liao dared not say anything, stared for a while, and was really anxious to know the details, so he hurried to the receiver. Grandma Liao said anxiously, "Tell me quickly what kind of girl she is... Why do you want to pay New Year's greetings? It's the same every year. This is much more important than paying New Year's greetings." The old lady was impatient when she heard it. The two old people waited for Liao Lu's answer with a focused look. Even Xiaoxue squatted on the armrest of the sofa, wagging her tail and waiting for the answer.

Liao Rui on the other end of the phone reported to Grandpa and Grandma: "She is an educated youth from the corps next to our army. She is young. She will be 18 years old after the Chinese New Year." Grandma Liao immediately replied: "She is not young anymore. We can get married. Tell Grandma about this girl in detail." Liao Rui's voice was proud. "She is beautiful, honest, kind, stubborn, and dedicated. She is the best girl I have ever seen."

Grandpa Liao was so anxious listening to this that he shouted into the phone: "You haven't had a vacation for several years. You must bring the girl home to me next Chinese New Year." Grandma Liao's ears were buzzing and she must be slapped twice.

Liao Ruo smiled and said, "Then I will try my best. Good things are never too late. The person I find will definitely not disappoint you. Just wait and see."

Liao Ruo hung up the phone with his grandparents and called his own home. His father was not at home because he was assigned to a company, and his mother had not yet left for his grandparents' New Year's greetings. He reported the matter of finding a person to his mother again. When Liao Ruo's mother, Ms. Ruo Ruping, heard that her eldest son's little girl's cooking skills were comparable to those of a chef, and that Director Ruo, who also had a keen sense of smell, was a hidden foodie, she said, "See if there is a chance to go on a business trip to your place recently. I will check it for you. Mom doesn't believe in your vision."

"Mom, can you be more sincere? Just say you are greedy, isn't it?" Liao Ruo did not give face to expose the situation.

After hanging up the phone with his family, Liao Rui was in a good mood. He knew his family members best. They were not arrogant and had no prejudice against each other. They knew that Xue Miao was a worker's child and praised her for being simple and honest.

Whether Xue Miao was a worker's child was difficult to define in view of her complicated experience, but she was indeed simple and honest and knew how to live.

After Liao Rui finished the call, he knocked on her door. Seeing that she had changed back into her old clothes, he excitedly suggested, "Let's go to the dock to buy fish. I've asked the black market fish sellers. If the person who receives the goods from the fishing company hasn't arrived when the boat arrives at the shore, you can still buy cheap fish without a ticket."

Liao Rui was really impressed by her, "Today is the first day of the new year, the first day of a new chapter in our lives. Can we do something other than buying fish, something that normal people would do?"

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