After Manager Wen and Xiao Xu left, they didn’t co back.
Hua Fengi drank her beverage to save face, while Aunt Gu felt embarrassed for her.
If you say sothing wrong, it’s just wrong, after all, they’re not from the sa departnt, but Feng i is under their managent!
Aunt Gu sighed: "It seems we’re really not adept at social interactions, otherwise we wouldn’t have been stuck doing hard labor all these years."
Hua Fengi felt a bit panicked now.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed, she thought it was a notification from the departnt group, but upon checking, she found everyone talking about the company acquiring land and planning to build employee dormitories.
Hua Fengi already had a house by the river dam, which she was quite satisfied with, so this wasn’t a topic she paid much attention to.
Logically, she should put down her phone and continue eating, but her hand unconsciously moved to the screen again, starting to tap away.
Before she realized it, she ended up browsing the friend circle, glancing at Tongtong’s post: [I’ve hunted big fish on icy surfaces, and chased mythical rabbits in the snow]
Accompanied by three pictures: a table full of hearty dishes, a big bluefish, and a large grey rabbit.
Hua Fengi remarked: "Your daughter posted on her friend circle, had a really special al at noon."
Aunt Gu: "Did she?"
Upon hearing about her daughter’s activities, she quickly reached for her phone but found only her brother’s rustic video, her sister’s massage pillow from a lecture, and the old lady’s health products...
"I don’t see anything?" Aunt Gu realized there was nothing on Tongtong’s friend circle.
Hua Fengi handed her phone over: "I see it here, your daughter must have blocked you."
Aunt Gu looked and indeed it was true, she got annoyed: "That troubleso child!"
Hua Fengi had always been dissatisfied with Sister Gu’s free-range parenting style for her daughter; she preferred a stricter approach, letting Chuchu understand the family’s hardships, prompting her to study twice as hard.
Thus, she ended up with a daughter who was excellent in academics, hardworking, and respectful of her elders.
Even though Hua Fengi recently faced setbacks at work, she surely excelled in family education.
She felt a bit proud: "Chuchu wouldn’t do that."
She took back her phone, and right in front of Sister Gu, opened Chuchu’s friend circle, only to see a horizontal line.
Hua Fengi’s expression instantly froze.
Aunt Gu consoled: "Perhaps your Chuchu doesn’t like posting on friend circle."
Hua Fengi: "Yes, yes, indeed."
...
Chuchu, who doesn’t like posting on friend circle, received likes and comnts from her seatmate Mu Ying.
Xue Chuchu remained humble: "Not at all, my cooking is just so-so."
After replying, she grabbed a fish tail that Tongtong and Jiang Ning specifically saved for her.
There’s a saying amongst fishern, "In December, eat the tail of big bluefish," because the tail is usually tough and succulent due to constantly moving through water.
Jiang Ning mastered the heat, and Tongtong handled the cooking, simring the fish tail until the sauce was rich and thick, with crispy and tender fish skin, the fragrant aroma enticing, and the salty fish at smooth and delicate, with no faults.
Chuchu’s first bite was delightful, and the second and third bites ca together.
Tongtong mixed the rich sauce with rice, calling out: "Chuchu, try it this way, it’s fantastic!"
"Mm-hmm, delicious, thanks for saving it for ." Xue Chuchu was truly grateful, not sneaking any small potatoes.
"Chuchu, this is for you!" Tongtong willingly picked so food, "Eat more, when we ate fish the other day, you were eating Panpan’s Little Buns, you must have been hungry!"
Xue Chuchu got a bit embarrassed: "There were so many relatives, the table couldn’t hold everyone, so I just ate a little to make room."
Finishing her explanation, she said: "You eat too."
Tongtong proudly: "I already had mine."
She glanced sideways, seeing Jiang Ning beside her scooping so sauce with a spoon, then grabbing a large fish tail to mix into his bowl of rice.
Tongtong complained: ’Damn it, he’s stealing food again!’
Jiang Ning noticed and gave her a fish tail with more bones and less at.
"I don’t want that, I want yours!" Tongtong pouted, eyeing the good at in Jiang Ning’s bowl.
Jiang Ning: "This piece is too big, you won’t finish it."
Tongtong imdiately proved: "I can finish it, I’ve eaten it already!"
At the dining table, Xue Chuchu, who was more pure-hearted, quietly ate her al.
Suddenly, Tongtong snatched Jiang Ning’s away, saying: "Chuchu, let’s eat together!"
Xue Chuchu didn’t know what to say.
Jiang Ning sighed: "I’m almost back to the village, can’t even get a good bite before leaving."
Hearing his pitiful tone, Tongtong imdiately softened, dividing half for him: "I’m just checking for you, don’t be stingy."
...
Rural tourism entrance.
Shang Caiwei went back inside, Bi Yue chatted leisurely with old classmate Brother Sang.
Bi Yue’s main purpose was to inquire about Shang Zhengyu: "Do you know what kind of ga he developed?"
Brother Sang showed a weathered expression, took out his phone, and pointed to a card ga icon.
Bi Yue was incredulous: "Just one ga?"
"Yes, just this one." Brother Sang was equally astonished. After graduating from college, he worked hard to enter a state-owned enterprise, but without connections, he often had to climb poles day and night, sotis receiving calls in the midnight hours to work.
It was completely different from those with connections, who sat in the office all day.
Despite this, his job was still pursued by many. Shang Zhengyu, however, earned more from a single ga than Brother Sang did in five thousand years of work.
Brother Sang clearly studied hard, defeating countless others to enter the state enterprise, yet despite giving everything, he couldn’t match others’ starting point.
Brother Sang felt quite lancholic.
Bi Yue looked at the distant snowy scenery and pulled out a pack of lady’s cigarettes. Brother Sang waved his hand to refuse.
Bi Yue lit a cigarette, exuding a hint of elegance.
Brother Sang saw the pampered Bi Yue enveloped in smoke and asked, "How did you learn to smoke?"
Bi Yue exhaled smoke and replied, "I’ve known how to smoke since high school; you just didn’t know."
Brother Sang thought for a mont and advised, "It’s better if you smoke less."
Bi Yue retorted, "Do you also think won shouldn’t smoke?"
Brother Sang sensed a certain ’her’ power in her tone and wisely didn’t respond.
As a result, Bi Yue dropped her planned argunt about "why it’s normal for guys to smoke but girls are judged poorly," choosing not to speak further.
After finishing her cigarette, she and Brother Sang returned to rural tourism.
The al began, with local chicken cooked with dried beans, lamb bones, and wild carp... not luxurious dishes, but made with solid ingredients that better suited the national palate.
Everyone ate and drank, and soone tried to pour drinks for Shang Zhengyu, but he refused.
Bi Yue sat beside Shang Zhengyu, complinting him on his clarity and resistance to alcohol’s effects on the brain.
Shang Zhengyu slled cigarette smoke on her and frowned: "You smoked?"
Bi Yue hesitated for a mont, then nodded: "Yeah."
Shang Zhengyu possessed the stubbornness and mindset unique to many tech n, asserting with a superior’s air: "Won should smoke less."
Upon hearing this, Brother Sang imdiately cast a focused glance.
Bi Yue squeezed out a smile and agreed, "Sure, sure, smoking is harmful to health."
She added, "It’s just that today, with old classmates coming, I’m so happy I celebrate a little."
Shang Zhengyu chuckled: "You’re clearly more eloquent than before."
Bi Yue’s smile blossod like a flower.
Brother Sang, feeling downcast, thought the world was indeed interesting.
Today’s gathering was a class reunion. After three rounds of drinks, mories surfaced, and conversations returned to school days.
"Brother Shang, do you still play basketball?" a chubby guy with glasses asked.
Shang Zhengyu: "Not so much lately. What’s up, Brother Heng, fancy a ga after dinner?"
Brother Heng laughed heartily: "Sure, let’s see how I’ll thrash you later, Brother Sang, join us!"
Brother Sang: "I’m in!"
He knew Brother Heng’s family ran a small supermarket, allowing a flexible schedule.
Shang Zhengyu raised his cola and said, "Even though I haven’t played in ages, thrashing you won’t be an issue. Did you forget the ti I challenged you one-on-one on the court and floored you?"
Brother Heng was indifferent: "Tis change!"
"But speaking of injuries, that little scrape is nothing. I’ve been hurt worse on the court!" He brushed his hair.
Bi Yue: "Hm, how co I didn’t know?"
Brother Sang and the others also looked over.
Brother Heng clutched his chest, painfully saying, "One afternoon during PE, I thrashed you, feeling elated, only for a girl from the neighboring class to co and give you a drink afterwards. Damn, my heart felt like it was sliced then!"
Shang Zhengyu, handso from an early age, was never short of girls’ affection. With wealth at a certain level, he preferred others to recognize his masculine allure.
He laughed nonchalantly: "Skill is here, can’t help it."
The won at the table, seeing his handso and attractive deanor, couldn’t help but be enchanted.
Weak and solitary Shang Caiwei listened to her brother and classmates talk, gripping her phone tightly.
Seizing the mont, she whispered: "Brother, Jiang Ning invited over to his house to play gas."
Shang Zhengyu’s smile froze: "What?"
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