Chen Qiurong's small noodle restaurant is still as deserted as before, but not lonely at all. Against the backdrop of colorful stickers on the wall, it has a lively and heartwarming atmosphere.

Chen Qiurong's father could still recognize Xiong Baizhou, and smiled honestly, and made a few more gestures.

"My dad asked you, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Not picky about food, eat whatever you do."

Sheng Yuanqing was driven back to the Zhoumei Electric Appliances Branch in the central Huiyang city. Leaving this reckless man here, it would be better to let Sheng Yuanqing go back and enjoy it.

Compared with the reception of Huiyang branch, this small noodle restaurant can indeed be considered a coarse food like a mountain.

If Zhoumei Electric Appliances has been deployed and settled in every city in the country, this website will provide great help to other businesses in Xiong Baizhou in the future, and at least stable logistics services can be provided.

However, Xiong Baizhou likes this faint tranquility.

Since she had already decided to go to college, Chen Qiurong didn't have to study anymore. She rolled up her sleeves and exposed her snow-white wrist to help wash vegetables and cook. Xiong Baizhou went to the backyard with the headlights turned on.

The first impression of Chen Qiurong's home is that she is simple and tidy. Although the area is small, there is not much debris. The most common thing that catches her eyes is a shade of green.

There is a row of short and vigorous plants planted under the corner of the left wall, including osmanthus, magnolias, and green bamboos. At this time, the golden crow has fallen, the jade plate is slowly rising, and under the bright moon half the wall, the osmanthus shadow is mottled, and Shanshan is cute.

A wooden shelf was built on the corner of the wall on the right, and the green loofah and other vine plants were clinging to it. What drooped was the fruit, and what was blooming was also hope.

Huiyang has not yet returned to a large heavy industrial manufacturing factory, and it is a suburb here, so the air quality is very good. The refreshing smell is all about when you take a breath of your lungs.

Chen Qiurong looked up and saw Xiong Baizhou observing the plants. Her back was straight and strong, and she was happy and calm.

At this time, Chen Qiurong's father suddenly made a gesture: "Is he in Guangdong City?"

"Yes." Chen Qiurong nodded.

“Is others reliable?”

Chen Qiurong didn't expect her father to ask this suddenly. It seems that he understands many things from the perspective of his father, even if he can't speak.

"Yeah!" she replied firmly.

The silent exchange lasted for a long time until the table was filled with dishes. Chen Qiurong's father seemed to want to take out all the good things hidden in the house.

"Are you okay?" Xiong Baizhou walked in and looked at Chen Qiurong with red eyes.

Chen Qiurong shook her head and just helped Xiong Baizhou arrange the bowls and chopsticks neatly.

Chen Qiurong's father took off his apron and went to the backyard. Through the window, Xiong Baizhou saw the middle-aged man moving a cluster of osmanthus trees away. Then he turned around several times and seemed to be looking for the right position. He picked up a shovel and digged vigorously and firmly.

Xiong Baizhou suddenly understood something in his heart.

"How many years have you been?" Xiong Baizhou asked softly.

"Eighteen years." This is Chen Qiurong's age.

Draw the water of Jianhu in front of the door and make the fragrance of sake wine.

In ancient times, there was a custom among the people that when a daughter was born, when the child was full of month, he would choose several jars of wine, and buried the mouth of the mud sealed jar underground. When his daughter got married, he took out to entertain relatives, friends and guests, which was named "Daughter Hong."

It is obvious that Chen Qiurong, a father who can't speak, has heard this story very much, and has adopted this method. He sealed many of them with a pottery jar, but he didn't know which way to bury wine.

Xiong Baizhou sighed in his heart. The wine of his daughter's red is real, but this story is just a beautiful legend. If you have been buried underground for so long, the smell of the wine should have evaporated long ago, and at most there is only a little turbid water with an incorrect taste.

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