The Green Tea’s Crushing Victories in the ’70s

Chapter 473 - Zhou Yan returned happily to the base. (2)

Wei Zhuzhu ran up to hold his hand. “C’mon over, Big Brother Jiaming. Everyone is waiting for you to start eating. I’m starving to death already!”“Hahahahaha…..”Wei Zhuzhu’s words made everyone laugh.Tong Mianmian, too rubbed her little belly and said, “Second Brother, there’s no more meat left on Mianmian’s stomach. Mianmian needs food.”Tong Xuelu said, “Let’s all take a seat and dive in. The food won’t be tasty any more when they are cold.”Tong Jiaming was dragged over to take his seat.He had a chopstick full of shredded pork and the perfectly seasoned pork filled his mouth. The sauce was thick, tasty, smooth, and sweet. It was so good that his nose tingled.Tis was the first time his birthday was celebrated. That was not a thing even when his parents were still around.He had heard from his classmates how their parents would make them red eggs or birthday noodles. He never said anything about it, but he was very envious of that.He thought that today would be just like how it had always been and that nothing would happen. He hadn’t expected he would be given such a surprise.Tong Xuelu chewed the meat slowly and his lips curved upward slowly.The other kids quickly gone for the hollow candies when they were done with dinner.The hollow candies were hollowed inside and, after biting off both ends, they could use the hollow candy as a spyglass and look at each other through them. They couldn’t have more fun.They would eat the rest of the candies when they were finally done playing. The hollow candies were crispy and tasty. They were very addicting.When they were done cleaning up, Tong Xuelu pulled out a brand-new military bag and handed it over to Tong Jiaming. “This is your birthday present.”Tong Jiaming’s heartbeat quickened. He looked at the military bag in disbelief. “This is for me?”Tong Xuelu nodded, “You got more coming. You better take this.”Tong Jiaming’s eyes tingled too. “Thank you, Big Sister.”His gift from the Wei family was a new set of outfit made by Shen Wanrong. Tong Jiaxin and Tong Mianmian gave him a top spin and candies, respectively.Commander Xiao had mailed a military canteen a few days ago.Both Tong Jiaming’s hands and heart were filled to the brim.Tong Jiaxin looked enviously at his Second Brother. He wonder if he would have a surprise like this when it was his birthday.***At this very moment, Tong Zhenzhen was talking to Minister Yan Yongan.Tong Zhenzhen frowned and said, “Minister Yan, what is going on with that Xiang guy? I thought you sent him to get close to Fang Jingyuan. Why is it that words had it that they had broken up?”Yan Yongan did not look happy. “He’s useless. Let’s not even bring him up anymore. Now, you sure that that Tong Xuelu can also predict the future?”Tong Zhenzhen nodded. “Yes, you can have someone go and ask around the Logistic Compound and the Cultural Troup. She was a reckless and inconsiderate person in the past and was good at nothing. She is a completely different person now.”Yan Yongan lit a cigarette and slowly let out a mouthful of smoke. “Could she cook before?”Of course he had sent his man to look into her before. And that was exactly why he felt that Tong Xuelu was mysterious and a problem.Tong Zhenzhen shook her head and thrusted out her lips. “Cooking? She had even been inside a kitchen before. I don’t even know what she was possessed her body!”Tong Zhenzhen had suspected that Tong Xuelu was a rebirther like herself. Tong Zhenzhen had quickly given up on that idea when she noticed that Tong Xuelu’s personality was very different from the past and that she was an amazing cook now.She figured that if her soul could return, then it was also possible that Tong Xuelu’s body was taken over by another soul.The Chinese government had been working on ridding of the Four Olds the last few years and nobody would dare to suggest something so superstitious. Even if she had said it out loud, nobody would believe her.Yan Yongan, however, was a believer.

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