Reborn in the 1980s, remarried and followed a soldier, the ungrateful wretch cried with regret.

Chapter 245 Truly a Master of Editing

Fu Mingxue said with a smile, "Then you can put the two children in this truck bed and take them out."

Upon hearing this, even Fu's mother felt somewhat reluctant to speak to her anymore.

Putting the child in the back of the truck—that won't do. What if someone takes him away?
Also, isn't it dangerous for a child to sit in the back like that?

What if it falls down?

After parking the tricycle, we thought, "This tricycle is so nice and practical; I bet a lot of people will borrow it from us in the future."

Fu Mingxue didn't take it seriously. "Just don't lend it, that's fine. As long as no one lends it, they naturally won't come to borrow it."

Mrs. Fu glanced at her and said, "You make it sound so easy. If someone wants to borrow your tricycle, can you really refuse? Putting aside everything else, do you think I would refuse to lend it to someone I'm on good terms with?"

Fu Mingxue: "How long have you been here? How many people are you close to? Besides, even if you said you bought it for a little over two hundred, would they really have the nerve to lend it to you?"

"It's like a bicycle; who can lend it out to others every day? Don't they have any shame?"

Madam Fu thought about it and agreed.

Not every family owns a bicycle, and those who don't, even if they wanted to borrow one, wouldn't go out and borrow one every day.

After all, it's very expensive.

"Alright, let's not dwell on this. Have you guys had dinner? Is there anything left? I'm starving."

Upon hearing that her daughter hadn't eaten, Fu's mother immediately shifted her attention, saying, "You haven't eaten? Then I'll make you a bowl of noodles."

"Okay. Make more noodles, I'm starving. I'm going to take a shower first." She smelled strongly of paint and needed to wash off before she could eat.

Upon entering the main room, I saw the two little ones sitting in their own special chairs.

They were very happy to see her come in.

Qin Keke, in particular, stretched out her arms, her beautiful eyes sparkling, "Mommy, hug me—"

Fu Mingxue really wanted to hug him, but she smelled strongly of herself.

"Coco, my sweet baby, Mommy is going to take a shower first, and I'll come and hug you in a bit."

She pointed to her clothes and said, "Dirty!" Ever since the twins learned to speak, they have demonstrated remarkable language skills.

I've learned quite a lot of words.

Moreover, they can usually understand what they hear.

For example—this dirty word.

Fu Mingxue went back to her room to get her clothes.

Then I quickly took a shower.

When she came out, she saw Wang Xiang circling around her tricycle—she was extremely fascinated by it.

When Wang Xiang saw Fu Mingxue come out, she quickly asked, "Mingxue, where did you buy this tricycle? I haven't seen it at the supply and marketing cooperative. How much did it cost?"

Before Fu Mingxue could speak, her mother, who was carrying a bowl of noodles, said directly, "Of course the supply and marketing cooperative doesn't have them. These are specially produced vehicles and are not for sale now."

Wang Xiang: ...?
If you're not selling it, then what's the deal with this one?
"Anyway, this is just a temporary measure from the company. They're for us to test it out first. As for the rest, Sister Wang, don't ask any more questions. It's a company matter, so it's hard to say."

Fu Mingxue: ...?
Her mother really dares to say anything!

Wang Xiang: ...?
She couldn't understand a single word of what it meant.

Never mind, she won't ask. Besides, even if it could be sold...

With her family's meager savings—she couldn't afford it.

Seeing that Fu Mingxue was about to eat, she tactfully left.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and eat." Fu's mother put the noodles on the table.

Fu Mingxue walked over and sat down. "Mom, your noodles are the most delicious."

Mother Fu: ...?
How could it not smell good?

With meat and eggs in the pot, even a simple boiled herb tastes delicious.

(End of this chapter)