Meimei got up early, ready to boil white porridge for Xiong Mumu, the water for boiling porridge is not ordinary water, it is the mountain spring water that Meimei found two years ago, but now it has become a special water supply, only for the big boss and a limited number of big guys to drink, the Zhao family has two copies, and someone will send water every morning.

Not much, just a big tea jar, a little more than a catty, just enough to boil a small pot of white porridge.

The second elder felt sorry for his grandson, so he gave these good water to the sick Xiong Mumu, so it was okay, Xiong Mumu got sick quickly this time, and the Zhao family thought it was because of the good water, and they took it for granted, and they didn't doubt it at all.

Xiong Mumu's body has not fully recovered, and Meimei and the little fat man have no intention of going out, so they all stay at home to watch TV.

During the day, Mr. Zhao doesn't watch TV, basically the old lady is alone, but Meimei is really not interested in black and white TV, and he doesn't want to watch it anymore after watching it for a while.

Because she remembered Yan Mingshun again, she didn't know if his color TV had been sent?

The phone rang, and he picked up the phone listlessly, "Hey, this is the Zhao family, who are you looking for?" ”

Yan Mingshun raised the corners of his lips, and he was lucky when he first arrived in Kyoto!

He smiled slyly, and instead of using his original voice, he lowered his voice, and his voice was rough and hoarse, and his eyebrows were not heard at all.

"Is it Comrade Zhao Mei?"

"Yes, I am." Meimei was a little puzzled.

"I'm the post office, you have a package from Tsu City to Kyoto, our bureau will send someone to send it to you, it will arrive in about half an hour, can you please go to the gate to pick it up?"

Zhao Mei knew that the color TV had arrived as soon as he heard it, so he simply responded, "Okay, I'll wait for you at the gate on time in half an hour, comrade has worked hard." ”

As soon as I hung up the phone, Meimei realized that something was wrong, was the postal logistics in the eighties so powerful?

And don't you have to go to the post office to pick up the postal parcel yourself?

When will it be delivered to your doorstep?

Meimei didn't think much about it, and thought that this was a special service of the Kyoto Post Office, after all, it was at the feet of the Son of Heaven, and the service was very thoughtful.

"Grandma, we'll have a color TV to watch in a while, you can show this broken black and white to grandpa alone, let's not rob him." He grinned and put his arms around the old lady's neck.

"Where did you buy a color TV? The phone was from a department store? Hurry up and let them stop sending it, return it, waste money! The old lady kept waving her hand, very dissatisfied with the indiscriminate spending of her eyebrows.

A color TV costs more than 1,000 yuan, and she is reluctant to buy it, and her granddaughter, who is a big spend, really can't live at all.

Of course, the old lady is still very ironing in her heart, and her granddaughter is honoring her!

"What's the return, you don't have to spend money, you don't need a penny, grandma, you can rest assured!" The eyebrows were trembling, shaking his head, Xiong Mumu rolled his eyes.

The white one doesn't know how to let the one surnamed Yan send two more, and he has no conscience!

The old lady wanted to ask again what was going on, but Meimei ran out to wait for the color TV.

Meimei rode a bicycle, and as soon as he arrived at the gate, he saw a familiar back, tall and thin, although he only wore an ordinary shirt, but he was not inferior to the handsome armed soldier beside him.

She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, thinking that she was hallucinating from her excessive thoughts, but after rubbing it three times, the scenery in front of her was still the same.

Yan Mingshun looked at the stupid girl and couldn't help laughing, what a stupid girl!