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    The originally good atmosphere was instantly shattered by Meng Zezhi's incomprehensible remarks.

    Ye Jingzhou sighed in his heart, half helpless and half resigned: "Come with me."

    Ye Jingzhou took Meng Zezhi directly to the state-run hotel next to the county government.

    Seeing Ye Jingzhou coming, the waiter hurriedly ushered them into the box.

    "Let's see what you want to eat?" Ye Jingzhou handed Meng Zezhi a handwritten menu.

    Meng Zezhi took over the menu and looked at it: "I want a fried prawn, a spicy chicken, and a bowl of mutton soup."

    It turned out to be all his favorite food, Ye Jingzhou couldn't help bending his lips, as if remembering something, he looked up at the waiter: "By the way, do you still have braised beef?"

    "Yes." The waiter said quickly.

    "Cut a plate over." After speaking, Ye Jingzhou looked back at Meng Zezhi and explained, "The chef here has a good skill in braised pork, but due to the shortage of meat sources, he can only supply a few kilograms per day, so this dish The dishes are not on the menu either, and you won't be able to eat them unless your acquaintances come here."

    As for what kind of person can become an acquaintance of a state-run hotel, the answer is self-evident.

    "Ok."

    The food came quickly.

    Meng Zezhi chewed on the pancake, and after he was half full, he finally slowed down. He asked, "Secretary Ye, how many days can you take for your annual leave?"

    Ye Jingzhou couldn't help clenching the chopsticks in his hand: "Five days."

    Meng Zezhi said nonchalantly, "I called my second son and told him that I won't go home for the New Year this year, and let them figure it out for themselves."

    Lin Erde was a math teacher at Commune Primary School, and the school had a public telephone.

    Ye Jingzhou understood, he took a breath: "Where do you live now?"

    Meng Zezhi gave him a meaningful look: "Guest house."

    Ye Jingzhou's heart was pounding, he knew what Meng Zezhi wanted, he tried to interrupt the topic, but couldn't control his mouth: "How about you come to my house, my house is still free Room……"

    When he said the next few words, he gradually lost his voice, and finally he didn't even have the courage to look directly at Meng Zezhi.

    "Okay." Meng Zezhi curled the corners of his lips.

    After dinner, before it was dark, Meng Zezhi led Ye Jingzhou to the guest house.

    Meng Zezhi had a lot of things, one third of which was given by the Bao family; one third was given by the family who quarreled with Mrs. Bao. How could the family who can be neighbors with the Bao family be ordinary people? ——After all, the old lady had a stroke, and their family had to bear half of the responsibility; the remaining third was given by other people who asked him to see a doctor. When he was in Bao’s house, he also received a few doctors in his spare time. The people he found, and now he has been listed among a small group of people in Hu Province.

    As the Chinese New Year is approaching, most of the things they prepare are food, which are hard to find in the market.

    "There are too many things, let's put them here first." Meng Zezhi simply packed up some of the things he needed.

    "Yeah." Ye Jingzhou was so nervous in his heart that he was completely out of shape.

    Ye Jingzhou's residence was allocated by the county, a small 70-square-meter flat, just separated by two bedrooms and one living room. Because the building was newly built, the kitchen and bathroom were all available, unlike those old-fashioned cheese buildings. Shared a kitchen.

    "Just stay here." Ye Jingzhou pushed open the door of the guest room and looked at Meng Zezhi calmly.

    "Yeah." Meng Zezhi said it didn't matter, he just lingered on the door of the next room for a while with Ye Jingzhou's gaze, the meaning of which was self-evident.

    Ye Jingzhou blushed instantly.

    That night, Meng Zezhi stayed in the guest room.

    A person suddenly entered the house, and it was the man he was thinking of.

    Ye Jingzhou was so excited that it was hard to fall asleep.

    Love is so wonderful, even though they have only known each other for a few days, Ye Jingzhou feels that the fate between him and Lin Suihan has spanned a thousand years.

    He rode on the quilt, rubbed his face on the pillow, and suddenly regretted arranging people next door...

    As the Chinese New Year is approaching, every household has to buy New Year's goods, but the supply of materials on the market is tight, and there is a queue to buy the goods. Ye Jingzhou usually prepares three meals a day in the government canteen. The two Chinese cabbage and a small handful of green onions that brought back.

    Because there were too many things to prepare, Meng Zezhi had to act separately from Ye Jingzhou.

    When Ye Jingzhou came back with his things, Meng Zezhi had already bought all the ingredients he wanted to buy and was busy making snacks.

    Ye Jingzhou coughed lightly, and began to report his harvest: "There are too many people buying pork, I didn't queue up, just because there were not many people at the mutton shop next to me, so I bought some mutton and came back."

    The price of pork and mutton is similar, both are a little more than one piece, but mutton is sold with bones. In this era when fat meat is more popular than lean meat, most people are reluctant to spend this unjust money, so people queue up to buy mutton. Not many people.

    Meng Zezhi didn't care: "Then instead of making braised pork, make braised mutton instead."

    "Well," Ye Jingzhou continued, "By the way, a new batch of seafood arrived at the seafood store today. I saw that the oysters were quite fresh, so I bought some back."

    Meng Zezhi followed him on everything: "Okay, then add a charcoal grilled oyster."

    Ye Jingzhou's voice became weaker the more he talked about it: "Also, on the way back, I happened to meet an old man who was selling soft-shelled turtles and eels. I looked so pitiful, so I bought some."

    "That's it," Meng Zezhi replied smoothly, "then add another stewed turtle soup."

    When stewing turtle soup, you can use eel as an ingredient. This dish also has a popular name, called Snake Turtle Life.

    etc

    Lamb, oysters, soft-shelled turtle, eel...

    Meng Zezhi seemed to have understood something, and he said calmly, "But with the two of us, can we finish cooking so many dishes?"

    Ye Jingzhou said lightly: "Then don't make sauce bones and stews."

    Anyway, mutton and oysters must be left.

    "Okay." Meng Zezhi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Listen to you."

    In the blink of an eye, it was the night of the 30th year.

    Meng Zezhi's craftsmanship has nothing to say, a New Year's Eve dinner, the two ate heartily and smartly.

    In this era, there are no Spring Festival Gala and fireworks shows to watch during the Chinese New Year. The only source of entertainment is the radio that broadcasts programs at a fixed time every day.

    Listening to the New Year's message from the state leader, Ye Jingzhou came out after washing the dishes, his eyes were erratic, and his breathing was a little short: "The hot water has been boiled, do you want to take a bath?"

    "I'm not in a hurry," Meng Zezhi pretended to be listening attentively: "Otherwise, you can wash it first."

    "Oh." Ye Jingzhou was slightly disappointed.

    Hearing the sound of water splashing in his ears, Meng Zezhi snapped the radio switch, rolled up his sleeves, got up and walked to the bathroom.

    When he got there, he put his hand on the doorknob and twisted it lightly.

    "...Wait, why did you come in..."

    "The radio is broken, I can't hear it anymore, let's wash it together!"

    "...No...too fast, stop...don't touch there..."

    "Okay, I won't touch it, you can wash it yourself."

    "...Don't, I can't do it any more, stop..."

    "...Can't stop, the turtle in my stomach hasn't finished digesting yet..."

    The author has something to say:

    Ye Jingzhou: As for the cucumber that we agreed to hit, drop it!

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