Seeing Gu Xiaobei merrily running to pluck seedlings, Li Fengmei could not help but laugh and shake her head. Sometimes, the wife of the deputy team leader could be as childish as a little kid.
In the evening, Gu Xiaobei made meat dumplings with Chinese cabbage and meat. Jiujiu ate with a greasy mouth. After two days of interaction, she was no longer afraid of Lu Zhanguo.
Gu Xiaobei gave Jiujiu a few more dumplings, then turned to ask Lu Zhanguo, "Can I use the camp's phone to make a call to the publishing house?" For some reason, the publishing house did not send the original manuscripts this time, leaving her without any income.
Lu Zhanguo nodded, "Alright, you can come to my office tomorrow morning." Lu Zhanguo rarely engaged in personal matters.
Gu Xiaobei nodded, and reminded Jiujiu to drink some noodle soup. Watching this warm scene, Lu Zhanguo couldn't help but smile.