Rural Dad

The old men at the table drank with peanuts.

They bragged while drinking.

They talked about everything from the sows in the village giving birth to piglets to the international situation, speaking with great eloquence and eloquence.

All the other dishes were eaten by Zhao Han alone.

Jiji stood behind him with a disposable bowl and ate his meal, and Zhao Han picked up some dishes for him after a while.

Jiji ate a mouthful of food and a sip of wine, his mouth was full of oil, and his life was really good.

"You guys eat slowly, I'm done." After eating, Zhao Han put down his bowl and chopsticks and said to the people at the same table.

"Village Chief Zhao is full so quickly, I'm afraid you're not being polite, or this dish is not to your taste."

"That's right, Village Chief Zhao has eaten too many delicacies from mountains and seas, how can he be used to the rural banquets."

Faced with this kind of ridicule, Zhao Han just laughed and said, "I'm young, I eat faster."

Then he took Jiji to Chen Liang.

Jiji was still chewing on an elbow in his hand.

The big elbow was fried, then braised and then roasted. It had a strong sauce flavor. The gravy flowed in one bite, which was very delicious.

"Did you finish eating so soon? Come in and sit for a while and have some tea." Chen Liang looked at Zhao Han and invited him.

Zhao Han nodded and followed Chen Liang into the house.

Huang Mei was busy and enthusiastically poured a cup of tea for Zhao Han: "Hanzi, you have tea."

Then she looked at Chen Liang again: "Husband, give me the child, you can talk to Hanzi for a while."

Chen Liang handed his son to Huang Mei.

Huang Mei took the child and walked out.

"Your wife is quite virtuous, and you have a high status in your family." Zhao Han teased Chen Liang.

Chen Liang smiled bitterly: "This is all thanks to you, otherwise she would have to give me a cold face."

There was nothing to hide from Zhao Han, so he directly complained about his family conflicts.

"Do you think this woman is sick? She insists on buying a house in the city. I'm in the cattle business. Even if I buy a house, I still have to live in the village, right?"

Zhao Han smiled after listening: "You can't always look at other people's shortcomings. I see that your house is well organized and spotless. It's not you who did it, after all, you have been sloppy since childhood."

Chen Liang was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Han continued: "You go outside to collect cattle, and your wife is doing the farm work at home."

Chen Liang pursed his lips.

Zhao Han picked up the teacup: "Have you figured it out? Who doesn't have shortcomings? What's more, she wants to buy a house in the city, not to spend money recklessly."

Another point is that Chen Liang went to his house every week for seven years to help Zhao Jiang with everything. If Huang Mei was really so ignorant, would she allow Chen Liang to go?

So, in Zhao Han's view, Huang Mei may not have much culture, but she is definitely a good wife.

"Alas." Chen Liang sighed: "Thank you, if it weren't for your advice, I would still be stuck in a dead end. In fact, Xiaomei did suffer a lot when she married me."

"Then let her suffer less in the future, and plan to do cattle business in the future?" Zhao Han blew tea dust.

Chen Liang heard what Zhao Han meant, looked at him and asked: "Hanzi, do you have any suggestions?"

"Come and work for me, I am enclosing mountains for pure forest breeding, and I will definitely need someone to manage it when the time comes. I think you are quite suitable." Zhao Han stated his purpose.

Chen Liang hesitated: "Can I do it? I'm afraid that if I don't do it well, it will delay your business."

"Try it, and you have been collecting cattle for so many years, so you have relevant experience in breeding. You can learn the rest slowly." Zhao Han took a sip of tea.

Chen Liang gritted his teeth: "Okay, since Hanzi you believe in me, I will definitely not let you down."

"That's right, you are busy today, so I won't delay your time." Zhao Han stood up and wanted to leave.

"Wait." Chen Liang suddenly remembered something and stopped Zhao Han and said, "The high school classmates are organizing a class reunion next month. The class monitor Huang Jian also asked me to notify you. Will you go then?"

"No, it's meaningless. You can go for me then." Zhao Han waved his hand.

The current class reunion has long changed.

It's nothing more than people who are doing well now want to pretend to be cool in front of their former classmates to find a sense of achievement.

Zhao Han disdains to pretend to be so low-level.

He can't even remember who his high school classmates are, and he's too lazy to waste time with them.

Chen Liang said jokingly, "Okay, who asked me to work for you in the future, I will help Mr. Zhao to attend this class reunion."

"Not bad, young man, you have a high level of consciousness. Come back and report to me after the meeting. Work hard, Mr. Zhao will promote you in the future." Zhao Han smiled and said.

Chen Liang winked and said, "Wait until later?"

"Get lost! I don't like men."

………………

Chengdu.

Tang Palace Restaurant, Jingjiang District Branch.

Manager's OfficeOffice.

Zheng Quan rested his legs comfortably on the desk and swayed rhythmically, humming a little tune.

"Bang!"

The office door was suddenly knocked open.

Zheng Quan was so scared that he almost fell to the ground. He yelled at the secretary who ran in: "What are you in such a hurry for? Is the sky falling? You scared me!"

"Boss Zheng, it's bad. Lanxianglou across the street is open again!" The secretary said anxiously.

Zheng Quan sneered: "Don't worry, they are struggling to survive. Sooner or later, they will close."

"No, Boss Zheng, Lanxianglou is full now, and our customers are also attracted there. I heard that Lanxianglou uses Taoyuan Lingguo as a side dish." The secretary explained quickly.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Zheng Quan reacted strongly: "Where do they get so many Taoyuan Lingguo, and use them to cook? It's impossible!"

"Where is Vice President Wang? Let him pretend to be a customer and go across the street to have a look." Zheng Quan himself couldn't show up easily.

The secretary said cautiously: "Vice President Wang has already gone there. After confirming that Lanxianglou really has Taoyuan Lingguo, he is waiting in line to order dishes."

"Damn! This traitor! As the deputy manager of the Jingjiang branch of Tang Palace Restaurant, he actually went to consume at a competitor. This is aiding the enemy! Aid the enemy!"

Zheng Quan was furious and yelled.

The secretary reminded: "President Zheng, why don't you call your uncle and ask for his opinion?"

"Shut up!" Zheng Quan shouted angrily, his tone firm: "I, Zheng Quan, have what I have today, all thanks to my own efforts, and it has nothing to do with my uncle!"

After scolding for a few minutes, he calmed down a little and quickly took out his mobile phone to call the chairman of Tang Palace Catering.

"Uncle, something terrible has happened. I don't know how the Lanxianglou across from our branch got a lot of Taoyuan spiritual fruits as side dishes."

"If we don't find a solution, the Jingjiang branch we spent a lot of money to build will have to close down before it makes a profit! That would be a huge loss!"

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Quan breathed a sigh of relief and said to the secretary with confidence: "Just wait, once my uncle makes a move, Lanxianglou will have to obey."