Sun Chan hurriedly said, "You haven’t eaten yet? You can eat our leftovers. I’ll cook so noodles for you now."
"That’s fine, as long as there’s sothing to eat. I can’t be picky now." He followed quickly inside, couldn’t make homade noodles in ti, so he used so leftover noodles, added two eggs, and Han Dong ate heartily and was very satisfied.
Guihua looked at him and laughed, "Why do you look like a starving ghost reincarnated? Haven’t you eaten at all?"
"I was kicked out of the house by my parents, drove for hours to get here, I’m starving." Han Dong ate like a hungry wolf, not raising his head.
"Why did you get kicked out?" Guihua asked curiously, "Could it be you were ssing around with another girl?"
Sun Chan had told Guihua about Han Dong’s situation, and naturally, Guihua knew he was quite the womanizer.
Han Dong raised both hands and said, "Can you not say that about ? My parents wanted to go on a blind date, and I didn’t want to, so I ran away."
Turns out Han Jinshan found a colleague’s daughter for him, a middle school teacher, reportedly very pretty, a well-bred young lady, especially skilled at classical poetry, wanted him to et her and if suitable, set the marriage, and marry next year, which terrified Han Dong.
With his mouth full of noodles, Han Dong muttered, "I don’t want that, if I’m with a bookworm every day, talking about literary stuff, I’d definitely go crazy! So my parents kicked out."
Sun Chan chuckled and pushed so cucumber pickles in front of him, "You always talk like that."
"I’m not wrong at all," Han Dong said, "I still want to find soone cheerful like myself, not for another ten years at least." At the ntion of his marriage, he thought of that awful Lin Hongi, still lingering around his neighborhood.
He didn’t know how she’d tracked him down, even found his ho, couldn’t get into the complex, just waited nearby, once again caught Han Dong pleading to marry him.
Han Dong deeply regretted getting involved with soone like her! Luckily most of the ti he’s not ho now, otherwise, who knows how his parents would handle it. He’s already moved on from his feelings for Sun Chan, and realizes their personalities don’t match—forcing it wouldn’t make him happy.
He’s matured a bit after this incident.
Sun Chan thought, Han Dong is in his twenties now, waiting ten years would an he’d be nearly forty to get married? His parents must be worried. She wanted to advise him but was cut off by Han Dong.
"Alright, if you really consider a friend, don’t talk about this, talk about sothing else!" He put the big bowl on the table edge and said, "I’m leaving in a few days, heading south, before I go my mom wants to bring a letter to my big brother, I want to invite him to et, are you going?"
Sun Chan shook her head with a smile, "I don’t know your big brother."
"But my big brother is also in the military! He’s in X City, sa place as your guy. If you want to know anything, just ask him, isn’t that simpler?" Han Dong said, "More friends an more paths, my big brother is a good person, high-ranking too, it could be helpful."
Sun Chan thought it over and agreed. They planned to et this weekend.
After dinner, Han Dong left, grabbing a bottle of cucumber pickles from Sun Chan’s house on his way out, "These are tasty, I’ll take them ho for my mom to try."
"Where are you staying? Do you have a place in X City, or are you staying at a hotel?" Sun Chan asked curiously.
Han Dong chuckled, "A friend’s place, don’t worry. Definitely not sleeping on the street."
Guihua glanced at him, smiled, thinking to herself, this guy still isn’t being honest, probably has a sweetheart sowhere.
But this ti she guessed wrong; Han Dong went to Yan Kai’s house, his mom Tian Jinhua knew Mr. Yan and had treated him before, the relationship was good, Han Dong was following his mom’s orders to check on Mr. Yan, and bring so new nutritional products.
After sending Han Dong off, Sun Chan sorted the fruits, the big, good-looking ones priced at two yuan a pound, very small and scarred ones priced at one yuan fifty or five yuan for three pounds. Guihua had nothing to do so she helped.
Guihua chuckled, "This apple is a pity, look, it’s wilted on the outside, hard to sell such big apples, the top layer in the box is fine, but the ones below aren’t great. Han Dong must’ve been swindled."
Sun Chan quickly emptied the box of apples, if all were like that, Han Dong would be in trouble, thankfully only a few were, Sun Chan breathed a sigh of relief. But these few apples were big, almost seven or eight ounces each.
Guihua picked one up, looked at it, and said, "What a pity, these fruits are nice. But since they don’t look good, can’t sell them well. We could make them into canned goods."
Sun Chan was startled, then grabbed Guihua, "What did you say?"
"Make canned goods, it’s easy, peel and core them, then cook in sugar water, or make candied fruit, actually candied fruit isn’t just hawthorn, other fruits can work too! It could be more profitable than just selling fruits."
"Canned goods are easy to make, if possible, I’d like to learn how to make candied fruit." Sun Chan said.
Guihua thought about it and said, "Then I’ll ask around for you? I know an old man who seems to know how."
Sun Chan was delighted, she sorted the good fruits together, preparing to sell them the next day, and the ones already wilted or damaged, she set aside and put in sugar water, soon the pot was ready, and the room was filled with a sweet fruity sll.
Guihua put the big pot outside to chill, ca back smiling, "Later we’ll bottle them and sell them together, canned fruits like these sell for three yuan in stores, you can sell them for one yuan fifty or two yuan, guaranteed to have buyers."
Sun Chan laughed, "That’s what I was thinking too."
"You really have a knack for business, little girl. Once my hotel is up, I’ll source goods from you." Guihua said.
Sun Chan smiled and thanked her, "Once our business is stable, bring your baby over. You miss him, don’t you?"
"I don’t really miss him, whenever I see him, I think of his father, it’s frustrating." Although she said that her smile faded, who wouldn’t miss the child? He’s only a few months old, but she’s too busy now to manage.
It was already late, both were a bit sleepy, put out the stove and went to bed.
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