Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Chapter 59 The Provincial Party Committee Secretary’s Home-cooked Meal

Lin Zeyuan's hometown is also in the countryside, located at the junction of Hebei, Shandong and Henan. Every spring, purple-red jujube flowers bloom quietly in front and behind the house. The wild jujube flowers are beautiful and can be mixed into wheat noodles.

Chengwowo. Decades ago, it was the base area of ​​the Hubei-Henan-Anhui Soviet Area, and life back then was miserable.

Lin Zeyuan's father was different from other people in the village. He would rather go hungry than send Lin Zeyuan to school. Later, when he entered junior high school, Lin Zeyuan often carried a bag of dried sweet potatoes to the school more than ten miles away. It was his dry food for a week.

Green hair often appeared in the middle of eating. He gritted his teeth and held on, and his grades were surprisingly good. When he was admitted to college, the village branch secretary set off firecrackers in the village for three consecutive days and acted in two movies. The village was lively.

It has to be like a festival.

After holding a high position for so many years, Lin Zeyuan was used to getting haircuts every week, and wearing a suit and tie and changing shirts every day no matter how hot the season was. However, his temperament was deeply ingrained in his bones and he still refused to reincarnate. Lin Zeyuan's nickname is Lin Shitou.

, Lin Zeyuan changed his name later. Although he changed his name, his true character remained unchanged throughout his life.

He is a well-educated person, but he never speaks politely. He talks about bathing instead of sauna, but insists on talking about "bubble body". Even when he calls people, he stubbornly follows the country people's habit, calling him Lin Ying'er instead of daughter.

Don't call her girl.

When leaving the house every day, the driver and secretary were waiting outside the door. He always shouted to Lin Ying'er: "Girl, remember to put two packs of toilet paper in my pocket." Her daughter laughed at him: "Dad, don't you do that?"

It’s called a bag, yours is called a briefcase, don’t call toilet paper toilet paper, it’s called a facial tissue. I’ve reminded you so many times, but you just can’t change it!”

Lin Zeyuan glared: "Why, who can dismiss me because of this if I don't change? Or if I change, they will transfer me to the State Council?" His daughter Lin Ying'er rolled her eyes at him. Lin Zeyuan then

Smiling, he walked out of the house with his bag under his arm.

Because of his action of pinching the bag, his wife took the trouble to correct him countless times: hold it in your hands and never put it in your armpits. He refused to change it, and was so angry that his wife once said to him without restraint: "

If you hold this bag in your hand, you're an official; if you put it in your armpit, you're definitely an electricity bill collector!"

Lin Zeyuan was amused by the metaphor of his wife's image, and said seriously: "Okay, you, a comrade, is meticulous in his observations and comments, which is a classic!" Fortunately, every time he went to work, a driver and secretary would pick him up as soon as he left home.

, the bag was taken over by the secretary, and the wife gave up and let him go.

However, Lin Zeyuan has one habit that he has not changed. When encountering private occasions with senior leaders, he has never been taboo about his hometown being in the countryside. He bluntly said that a few decades ago, he was an out-and-out country boy, following

His parents lived a hard life of working from sunrise to sunset, not even having enough food in their stomachs. The hard life shaped him, and of course, it was also inseparable from the training of the organization. This is something to talk about later, it is obvious.

When Lin Zeyuan said this, tears were shining in his eyes, but he smiled calmly, without any pretense. On the contrary, the leader began to feel uneasy. He either shook hands with him tightly or patted him heavily on the shoulder.

He warned earnestly: "Xiao Lin is good, do a good job, the organization is very optimistic about you!"

Just decades have passed, and Lin Zeyuan has been on a smooth career path without encountering any setbacks. Of course, this is inseparable from his own hard work.

Today, he originally asked his daughter not to see any guests, but he did not expect such a character to appear. The Xihezi Township in Wang Zijun's words suddenly evoked his memories of rural life. In recent years, there have been many reports from the grassroots.

After all, one thing is unavoidable: report good news but not bad news. He understands that these officials below, from top to bottom, do not dare to tell the truth, and even if they tell the truth, it is just based on merit.

Tell him.

Wang Zijun's report was true, accurate, enjoyable and satisfying, which made him listen with great interest. He felt that he had not heard such an original report in a long time.

For every question Lin Zeyuan asked, Wang Zijun answered attentively. Because he had systematically studied the country's major policies in his previous life, he was confident when he spoke. In addition, he had a deep understanding of Secretary Lin's style in his previous life.

I understand that what Wang Zijun said always resonates strongly with Lin Zeyuan.

Compared with Lin Zeyuan's aroused chatter, Wang Zijun was also in a lively mood. This face-to-face conversation with Lin Zeyuan made him feel fresh, learned a lot, and benefited a lot.

Intense verbal exchanges always make people lose the sense of the concept of time. When Ying'er came into the living room for the nth time to watch, the two of them were still chatting happily.

"Two secretaries, it's almost time to eat!" Lin Ying'er, who was very hungry, finally couldn't resist anymore and protested to her father.

Wang Zijun looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already past eleven o'clock.

"Zijun, don't leave at noon. Try the Lin's Sauce Fish I made. Hey, let me tell you, I'm a great fish cook. This greedy girl like me made trouble with me just to eat the fish I made.

It's been several weeks!" Lin Zenan said proudly.

Being able to have a homely meal at the Provincial Party Committee Secretary's house, and he was the one who invited me to stay, is something that many people in the officialdom wish for. Wang Zijun knew that if he gave in at this time, he would appear to be too petty, so he immediately said:

"Oh, then I will be just like Ying'er, and I can have a feast!"

"That's right! I promise you won't know it until you eat it. Once you eat it, you will never forget me, the Lin's Sauce Fish!" Lin Zenan became even more happy when he saw that Wang Zijun stayed generously and happily said

Went to make fish.

In the living room, only Wang Zijun and Lin Ying'er were left. At this time, Lin Ying'er was looking at Wang Zijun with curious eyes.

"You are really good. You actually chatted with my dad for such a long time. No one at home has ever been able to talk to my dad for more than an hour, except me, of course!"

Wang Zijun smiled faintly. Although he was reborn, he was still not very good at dealing with girls. After hearing Ying'er's compliment, he could only drink water quietly and cope with it.

"The soy-flavored fish made by my father is delicious. I have been begging him for three weeks for this meal. It's better to rush it early than to rush it in time. Let you have a meal to satisfy your appetite, but...

I can’t let you be so cheap, how about you play a few games of chess with me?”

Playing chess? Now it comes to Wang Zijun’s strength. When Lin Ying’er saw Wang Zijun, she nodded and trotted up to take out a wooden chess set.

Seeing Lin Ying'er gearing up, Wang Zijun thought to himself that this girl might not be low-level, and he didn't dare to look down on her now, so he concentrated on playing chess.

When Wang Zijun was very young, his father taught him how to play chess. Gradually, he started to like it. Both of them were quiet people and often hid in their father's study to kill each other.

Well, the level is certainly not bad.

At the beginning, Wang Zijun was still thinking about letting this Lin Ying'er go, but he completely forgot about it after a few sets. After a few tricks, Lin Ying'er was at the end of her rope.

"Girl, just leave it here!"

Wang Zijun turned his head and looked behind him, and saw Lin Zeyuan, wearing a floral cloth apron around his waist, standing behind him, holding a spatula in his left hand and a piece of garlic in his right hand. With that funny look, he was still in a high position.

Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee? She is just like a country aunt who cleans pots and stoves!

When Lin Ying'er saw her father coming, she immediately asked for help: "Dad, he bullied me and I won't let him go! I want you to go with me!"

Lin Zeyuan happily agreed, took off his apron and threw it to Wang Zijun, and replaced him himself.