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The next noon, Yao Feixue approached Ye Fangfei with two pieces of fabric in hand.
"Can you make me a shirt just like the one you have? This piece is your payment," she said, presenting a blue cotton fabric and a light green one. Yao Feixue intended to use the blue fabric for herself, while the light green was meant for Ye Fangfei.
This arrangement had been discussed the day before, and Ye Fangfei accepted without hesitation, pulling out a measuring tape to take Yao Feixue's measurements.
"When will the shirt be ready? When can I come to pick it up?" Yao Feixue inquired.
"How about the day after tomorrow? I’ll start working on it now; it should be done by last night or the day after tomorrow. You can come by then," Ye Fangfei replied.
Yao Feixue was pleasantly surprised by Ye Fangfei's quick response, but she was eager to wear it, so the sooner, the better.
"I'll come by after work tomorrow," Yao Feixue said.
After Yao Feixue left, Ye Fangfei hastily ate a bite of her meal and began working on the shirt. She was quite skilled at sewing; back in modern times, she often made her own clothes. With a sewing machine at her disposal now, she felt even more confident.
By evening, the shirt was nearly finished, needing only a final press with an iron. However, as darkness fell, Ye Fangfei decided against lighting up the room to continue working. There was still time to finish it tomorrow.
Having hastily eaten lunch, she planned to prepare something delicious for dinner. She grabbed two handfuls of cornmeal, a handful of scallions, and cracked an egg into the mix. Adding water, she stirred it into a batter.
Next, she placed a pan on the kerosene stove and poured in the batter to make egg pancakes. Despite being made from cornmeal, they smelled delightful.
After finishing her meal, with little entertainment available in those days, she washed up and climbed into bed to sleep. Today marked her second day working with Tang Zhicheng. The weather was fine, but lying in bed that night, she found herself missing him a bit.
She wondered where Tang Zhicheng and his companions were now and if they had eaten dinner yet. Meanwhile, Tang Zhicheng was having dinner with the driver he partnered with on this trip. They were traveling in two trucks, each with two drivers on board.
They had arrived at a remote place with no village in sight and no shop nearby, just as it was time for dinner. The four of them found a relatively spacious spot and stopped the car to eat. They didn’t get out; instead, they ate inside the vehicle. This way, if anything unexpected happened, they could quickly drive away.
The driver who was with Tang Zhicheng was named Wu, a man in his thirties whom Tang affectionately called Brother Wu.
"Xiao Tang, what did you bring? It looks like noodles," Old Wu asked as he watched Tang Zhicheng pull out instant noodles.
Tang Zhicheng placed the instant noodles into an enamel bowl, poured hot water from a thermos over them, and then covered it to let it steep. Only then did he respond to Old Wu's question: "These are the noodles my wife prepared for me. They’re already cooked; you just need to soak them in hot water to eat."
"Oh, and my wife also packed some mushroom sauce. Would you like some?" Tang Zhicheng opened a can and offered it to Old Wu.
Old Wu had brought along some cornbread mixed with wheat flour and pickled vegetables for this trip. It was quite a decent meal. In the past, what Tang Zhicheng brought was not even as good as what Old Wu had this time. After all, he had his parents and wife preparing meals for him.
Tang Zhicheng usually just bought some cornbread or similar items from the cafeteria and made do with that during the journey.
"Getting married really makes a difference; your meals are much better now," Old Wu remarked with a hint of envy.
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