Chapter 800: Chapter 644: Our Little Girl Also Loves Toys
The future, first floor.
While waiting for the elevator, Shi Wangyue dodged the tall delivery boxes in front of her and asked Ning Youguang, who was holding three parcels in her arms, "Can you carry them? If not, give me one."
"I can manage." Ning Youguang said, "I don’t know what grandfather sent us, it’s so heavy."
"We’ll find out once we get home and open it." Shi Wangyue laughed.
The two of them had just finished dinner at home and were planning to shower.
Ning Youguang suddenly remembered that she had a package left downstairs in the delivery locker, and if she didn’t pick it up by 9 PM, she’d have to pay a fee.
Shi Wangyue glanced at the time, seeing it was already 8:55, quickly wrapped herself back in her clothes and followed her out to get the package.
Fortunately, Ning Youguang remembered just in time, otherwise he would have already been in the shower.
And she, to save those few bucks, definitely couldn’t wait for Shi Wangyue to come out of the shower to fetch the package.
"It must be a lot of food." Ning Youguang grinned, "This package is under Daidai’s name."
Everyone knows Xia Dai is a famous foodie.
Enough to become famous online.
Shi Wangyue pressed her lips together and said nothing, just as the elevator opened with a "ding" in front of them.
"Teacher Ning, President Shi, you’re fetching a lot of packages, huh?"
Inside were familiar faces from the neighboring floors, Ning Youguang and Shi Wangyue had been living here for years, and everyone knew each other.
"Indeed." Ning Youguang smiled, following Shi Wangyue into the elevator, "It’s quite late, are you heading out?"
"We’re getting packages too." A young couple with a five- or six-year-old boy was in the elevator.
"Good evening, Teacher Ning." The boy, looking neat and polite, greeted warmly.
"Good evening, An’an." Ning Youguang also smiled.
"Bye-bye." The young wife, holding her son’s hand, fell behind her husband.
"Mom, is my LEGO here yet?" As the elevator doors slowly closed, Ning Youguang grabbed onto the boy’s joyful inquiry from the hallway.
She chuckled, telling Shi Wangyue, "Little boys just love toys."
Shi Wangyue smiled back at her.
Then, looking up at the lights above, he leisurely said, "Our little girl loves toys too."
Ning Youguang was startled and was just about to say, "Where do we have a little girl?"
She heard Shi Wangyue continue with a chuckling, very doting tone, "Just the other day, I saw a cute little lamb in the supermarket faltering."
Ning Youguang’s face turned red all of a sudden.
At the same time, she felt her heart skip a beat before pounding fiercely.
Because the one who saw the little lamb struggling in the supermarket was her.
...
Back at home, the two immediately grabbed scissors to open the packages.
When the contents of each box and bag were revealed, Ning Youguang laughed, "These were all sent by grandfather."
Not Daidai. Whenever Daidai sends her things, it’s always fresh, tasty, and fun.
Only grandfather, when sending her things, thinks thoroughly. If it’s food, it will definitely be in season, accompanied by many healthful goodies.
"We have enough ginseng slices, old ginseng, and lingzhi for the whole of next year." Ning Youguang gazed at a box full of precious medicinal herbs and laughed. Shi Wangyue meanwhile contemplated the next step in arranging the collection.
"Should the old ginseng be soaked in a wine jar or frozen?"
"I’ll separate the herbs to give away first, then we’ll soak half in wine and freeze the other half." Ning Youguang said while taking out the highly prized and large old ginseng from the box, "So much old ginseng, there must be at least three to four pounds, Wangyue, go get a scale for me."
Shi Wangyue put down the unwrapped package and went to the cabinet to fetch her an electronic scale.
The scale at home was mainly used for measuring soup ingredients and coffee beans, occasionally for medicinal herbs, so it was relatively small.
Ning Youguang weighed the fresh old ginseng three to four times to finish measuring, "Four pounds exactly."
Shi Wangyue then packed the weighed old ginseng into a basket.
"Should we wash them?"
"Yes, wash them." Ning Youguang looked at the big basket of old ginseng, somewhat worried, "We might be washing herbs till late."
This time, grandfather sent her unwashed old ginseng, perhaps not wanting to lose its medicinal properties or fearing it might spoil easier over the lengthy transportation if washed.
So right in front of Ning Youguang were old ginsengs, each clinging with dirt.
Shi Wangyue had previously helped Ning Youguang wash fresh ginseng and similar things.
He was quite experienced with this.
He knew that washing fresh ginseng required using a brush to carefully clean off the dirt, which was indeed labor-intensive, "No worries, I’ll wash them."
He stood up with a basket full of fresh old ginseng, "I’ll wash them in the upstairs bathroom."
"Hold on," Ning Youguang said, "Help me tidy this place up first, then we’ll go wash together."
Shi Wangyue placed the basket and ginseng down, continuing to help Ning Youguang manage the received packages.
"How should we enjoy so much lingzhi?" Shi Wangyue also admired grandfather Xia’s generosity.
The two had just finished weighing four pounds of old ginseng, and now they weighed three pounds of lingzhi.
"Stew it." Ning Youguang smiled, "This lingzhi smells very fragrant, perfect for chicken soup."
Shi Wangyue pressed her lips together, feeling slightly apprehensive looking at the box of lingzhi, "The lingzhi water you brewed for me before was a bit bitter."
"The lingzhi you had is different from this." Ning Youguang laughed, "They’re two different varieties; if you don’t believe me, we’ll brew a pot of lingzhi chicken soup before leaving in the morning, and you can try it after work."
"Could we have old ginseng chicken soup first?" Recently, Shi Wangyue had been caught by his wife to nurture his health.
Consuming various medicinal herbs and lingzhi water, quite a bit.
For tomorrow evening’s lingzhi chicken soup, he’s genuinely not looking forward to it.
"Certainly." Ning Youguang said, "It’s cold these days, we can enjoy chicken in new ways."
"Is grandfather thinking similarly?" Shi Wangyue reached for a large box beside him, "That’s why he sent us so many chickens?"
Each slaughtered, vacuum-packed, and preserved with ice packs.
That’s why.
That’s why the packages felt particularly heavy today.
"No need, you sort it out and take your shower." Shi Wangyue said, taking the basket to the upstairs bathroom.
"Suddenly a bit sad, now we can only see grandfather two or three times a year. As a child, I often looked at the sycamore tree opposite my window, taking breaks from homework, watching it through the seasons, different every day, yet the same."1
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