Chapter 11 Jingru
After listening to Luo Yang's narration, Luo Zhengrong's face darkened.
“Nonsense!”
He was so angry that he slammed the table, glared at his son and shouted: “Didn’t I tell you that when you go to the new unit, you have to go to work honestly and don’t do anything else? Do you care? Why are you teasing him?"
Seeing his father getting angry, Luo Yang shivered and explained in a low voice: "I was just joking with him..."
"Don't play tricks on me. I don't know what you are thinking?"
Luo Zhengrong said with a cold face: "Go back to work and don't make such fools of me again. Do you understand?"
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"Then...then my beating was in vain?" Luo Yang pointed to the slap mark on his face and looked at his father unwillingly.
“Get lost!”
Luo Zhengrong ignored him and picked up the pen to continue reviewing and approving the applications submitted below.
Luo Yang, who knew his father's temper well, stopped pestering him, covered his cheeks and left bitterly.
Waiting for him to leave, Luo Zhengrong felt relieved because of his headache. He closed his eyes and leaned on the chair, thinking about how to pave the way for this good-for-nothing son.
As he thought about it, he couldn't help but complain about the tigress at home.
How spoiled this son has become to her!
As long as he has some potential, I won’t worry so much!
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Without Luo Yang’s troubles, the grain store has returned to its usual orderly state.
Ni Yinghong can finally work with peace of mind and no longer has to worry about dealing with that annoying fly.
Sun Mei and others also heaved a long sigh of relief. That second-generation ancestor who didn't know shit was really annoying to me. He didn't work or talk, and he also liked to give random orders.
But Chu Hengke suffered.
The grandson messed up the account he was about to settle, and he had no choice but to recalculate it. It was a waste of time, and you think it was irritating.
When he finished the ledger, it was time to get off work, and there was no way to take inventory.
“You guys deserve to be beaten.” Chu Heng packed his things angrily, picked up his bag and went out to get off work.
After riding home, he started to get busy.
He didn't light the stove this morning, let alone turn off the fire. At this time, the room was as cold as an ice cellar.
Chu Heng lit the fire first, and then went to get food after the room got a little warmer.
After a while, the smell of rice wafted from his house.
The third uncle, Yan Shuzhai, lives opposite his house. At this moment, the whole family is eating steamed buns with relish.
"Brother Hengzi's family is making rice again." The little girl Yan Jiedi sniffed hard, swallowed her saliva and asked the third uncle: "Dad, when will our family be able to eat a meal of fine grains?"< br>
The third uncle took a bite of the steamed bun , rolled his eyes at his daughter, shook his head and said: "You silly girl, this meal of fine grain can be exchanged for two meals of coarse grain. What's wrong with saving money? There's no calculation at all. You don't care whether it's coarse grain or fine grain, you can eat enough." That’s it.”
His daughter-in-law Yu Li curled her lips with a headache when she heard this. She had nothing to say to this extremely stingy father-in-law.
You have to share some peanuts during the Chinese New Year. I have never seen anyone like this!
At this moment, Chu Heng was busy happily.
He bought a lot of things at Pigeon Market in the morning, and the food at home was much richer.
In the evening, he was going to make two dishes, a fried bacon with wood ear mushrooms and a fried egg with green onions.
Keep it simple.
It didn’t take long for him to almost prepare the ingredients.
The fungus and mushrooms have been foamed, and the last remaining bacon has been sliced into thin slices. There are four beaten eggs in the big bowl, and only the green onions from the cellar have not been taken out. Seeing that the rice was not yet steamed, Chu Heng calmly lit up his cigarette and took a few puffs before putting on his cotton-padded jacket and going outside.
As soon as he left the house, he saw Widow Qin leading a girl out. She looked pretty good, fair and clean, with big clear eyes, but she was transparent. If you look rustic, you should reduce it by a few points.
Although Chu Heng didn't want to offend Widow Qin, a scheming bitch, people from this neighborhood had to say hello when they met. He smiled and waved his hand: "Sister Qin is going out? Who is this girl? I've never seen her before."
Qin Huairu stopped when she heard the sound. Even wearing cotton clothes could not hide her plump body. She smiled with crooked eyebrows and said: "My sister Qin Jingru lives in the village below. When she first comes back to our hospital, It happened that there was a movie in our factory, so I took her to watch it."
Chu Heng raised his eyebrows, looked at Qin Jingru again, who looked slightly different from the one in the TV series, and said casually: "You don't look like this sister. Many city girls in the village are not as beautiful as her."
Qin Jingru blinked her big eyes happily after being praised, and secretly looked at the tall and handsome Chu Heng, feeling a little moved.
Girls these days like strong and strong men, and no one likes sissies.
Chu Heng is not only tall and strong, but also good-looking, which just fits their aesthetic concept.
"You are really good at talking. Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go watch a movie." Qin Huairu smiled charmingly and pulled her sister out of the courtyard.
Not far away, Qin Jingru couldn’t help but ask her sister: "Sister, who is that person? He is so good-looking."
Who is Qin Huairu? She has been playing as a celebrity for several years The old fox from Liaozhai still can't guess what his sister is thinking. She is so pretty and white. He glanced at his sister and said: "Quickly stop this thought, people don't like you, a country girl."
Qin Jingru was unhappy when she heard this: "How do you know that he doesn't like me? He just said She also said that I am no worse than the girls in the city.”
"You said some beautiful words and you took them seriously."
Qin Huairu said angrily: "I am a cadre, with a monthly salary of more than forty yuan. I have two rooms of my own without parents. I want to What kind of wife can't you find? As for your rustic country girl? "
Qin Jingru was speechless when she heard that Chu Heng's family conditions were so good.
Yes, not only is she good-looking, but she also earns a lot, so how could she possibly fall in love with a little country girl like me?
She thought with inferiority complex.
Chu Heng didn't know that just because of a few casual words, someone would covet his body.
At this moment, he was enjoying a sumptuous dinner.
The fire in the stove is raging, and the house is as warm as spring.
There are meals on the sturdy dining table, golden eggs, fragrant bacon, and snow-white rice.
In order to have balanced nutrition, he also luxuriously opened a bottle of canned peaches that can cure all diseases.
Chu Heng took a sip of wine and a bite of food, and what he ate was delicious.
As for those little brats lying outside the window drooling, he pretended not to see them at all.
“This boy is really rich. He has been eating meat for two days.” The third uncle, who was about to go out to watch a movie, glanced at Chu Heng’s house with envy, sniffed hard, and exclaimed: "Good guy, there's Erguotou!"
He looked away thoughtfully, his eyes rolling around as he walked out of the compound, not knowing what he was planning.
Since he was alone, Chu Heng was not greedy for wine and finished dinner quickly.
Not all was finished, some rice and vegetables were left.
He made more of this on purpose, just so he could take it to work for lunch tomorrow.
In fact, based on his conditions, it would be no problem to go to restaurants every day.
But if you do this, you will definitely provoke some people.
When the news spreads all over the street that he is a prodigal and cannot live a good life, it will be difficult to find a wife.
These days, reputation is still very important.
I need support, I need motivation.
(End of this chapter)