"What's the matter? It's delicious."

No one mentioned that the seafood was fresh or not. It was actually not a big problem whether it was fresh or not. Stinky fish and rotten shrimps were not bad. It was different from river food. If the river food was not fresh, it would not be eaten.

"My second brother has a restaurant next to his home in Beijing. I'll wait for you to come and try it. My mother said it's very good, with several dishes."

Zhang Yanhui, Lao Luo and Ding were chatting, and they were all family members here, afraid that they would be uneasy.

"How many dishes are available in a restaurant?" Lao Ding is a foodie and is interested in this.

"There is no way, Western food, Jianghuai cuisine, Shandong cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, and buffets."

"What's wrong? Who else is there to care about this?"

"I'm just supporting hotels. I have requirements for this and I have to have them. Actually, I don't really want to do catering, so I'm troublesome."

"Where is the hotel?" Lao Ding was traveling around the world, knowing that this must be a five-star rating.

"Xicheng, just in my backyard, Hongye thought the edge was a little messy, so he bought it all and opened a hotel. The intersection of Desheng and Di'an."

"That piece cannot be built, right?"

"Well, no, it's just a large courtyard house, all of which are two or three-story buildings."

"Then I have a chance to go and see it."

"Okay, it's quite convenient to live there when you go to Beijing."

"I can't afford to live," Lao Ding smiled: "When I have the opportunity to go on a business trip, there is not that high standard for business trips."

"If you don't talk about money, just live at home. Don't be polite if you take your sister-in-law to travel in the future. There are houses and cars as well."

This is to earn points for Lao Ding. The friends who make outside can give you face and be tough at home.

"This, Brother Ding, if you really go to the capital, you really have to stay there. Half of my second brother's hotel is the Prince's Mansion, which is the same as before. My father said he is old and he feels different."

"Have you bought it?"

"Well, it's considered a change, I changed it from the Beijing Governor's District."

"Then, second brother, you are so proud of your face, it's not the same level as us. It's awesome."

"It's just a few bowls of rice. It's just a little better luck."

"Tsk, what you do in this business sounds scary. Your parents are enjoying it."

The waiter brought boiling water over and Tang Jing went to make milk powder for Zhang Xiaole.

Zhang Xiaole was fixed on a chair, and his two small hands were put out and the bottle was eaten happily. He looked at it with big eyes. The eight people here didn't drink, and they ate while chatting.

After dinner, Wang Jiahui packed two big lobsters for Wang Jiahua and everyone came out to go back to the shoe city.

Zhang Yanjun called a truck to help Lao Ding move. Zhang Yanming and Zhang Yanhui followed him without any trouble. The three women went back upstairs to chat.

Two cars went to the Cultural Palace to pick up Lao Ding's son. He looked very smart and chubby.

"Dad, Gaha, pick me up? I haven't finished my class."

"I'm afraid you can't find it after class. This is your Uncle Zhang's younger brother, you're called Uncle Second. The one in the car behind is Uncle Third."

"Hello, Uncle Second. Where are you moving again? This is all in Xipozi, where can I enter the mountain?" Old Ding's wife had a little red eyes and reached out to touch her son's head.

The things between adults make the children feel wronged.

"Our family bought a new house, and we are at the pedestrian street entrance. We don't have to run there in the future. OK?"

"Okay, that's great. I'm going to school like a marching day, and I don't dare to tell my classmates. Mom, is our family rich?"

"Your Uncle Zhang and the others will help you, and you will pay it back slowly. You have to remember to repay others when you grow up."

"Okay, Uncle Zhang, please feel free to raise me. When I grow up, I will definitely treat you as my own father."

Several people laughed, and the child looked like his father, with high emotional intelligence and good at speaking.

Lao Ding rented three small red brick houses, not even a yard. The three of them were crowded on a kang, and they were burning coal stoves for cooking.

Everyone got off the car and looked at it. Zhang Yanjun and Lao Luo both sighed. The head of the propaganda department made his mother and brother so hard. Who can believe it if you tell me it?

"Do it. Lao Ding, see what you have moved away. If you don't have anything, don't want anything."

The couple had nothing to do. Apart from the clothes, luggage and books of the three, they brought out a large cabinet from home and some pots and pans. It looked very pitiful.

"Damn." Lao Luo slapped his chin: "What did you sleep in the past?" There was no kang upstairs.

"Clean up the rules quickly, it's so cold. I don't want the big cabinet anymore. I'll go to the first floor to pick up furniture and everything."

Zhang Yanjun directed: "Sister-in-law, you can pack up the rules, let's move. Little fat man, go pack your own things."

"I'll call the cutting board and ask him to come over." Lao Ding took out his cell phone and called, and Mrs. Ding began to clean up.

After packing the things and packing them into the car, the landlord arrived. He was in his forties and was covered in alcohol. He was so angry that he had to move them: "Why are you moving? Whose family is cheaper than me?"

"Get out of here, do I have to rent a house? Can't I buy a house?"

"That's definitely OK. It's not a simple matter for you, Section Chief Ding."

"I'll give you the keys, the stove is still there, I'll leave you with the cabinet, and I'll give you the coals." Lao Ding handed over several keys.

"That's pretty good, thank you, Chief of the Department."

"You move here, drink less alcohol in the future and find something to do."

"What else can I do? Let's fool it. One day is just one day. Renting a little money for this house is enough for me to live. Then you can wait a moment, I'll get you some money."

"Don't pretend, where are you going to get the money? If you don't ask for it, you won't have many kids."

"Hehe, thank you. If you have something to do, just say a word. My cutting board will definitely be the only thing."

After seeing what was not lost after a while, a few people got into the car, Lao Ding waved his hands on the cutting board, and the two cars turned around and walked towards the city. Xibozi was already on the edge of the city and was the junction of urban and rural areas.

"Who is this?" Lao Luo asked in the car.

"Chipping board? My brother used to be a friend who had been injured in work and couldn't do heavy work anymore, so the factory just raised him. Now the factory is also ruined and no one cares about it. I wanted to rent a house in front of me and someone else took it on, but it turned out that it was him."

"Dad, why does he call the cutting board?"

"I'm just a nickname, who knows how it was given, I really don't know his name."

The cutting board is just a passerby. I took a few words and no one mentioned it again, no matter how difficult it is.

These days, ordinary people have not lived easily, and no one can care about anyone.

The factory is gone and there are no jobs everywhere. The most pitiful thing is that there are no farmers in this area. No one wants to work (there is no rural household registration in the city), and there is no land left. Don’t you have to live?

The truck entered the city with snow, returned to the pedestrian street, and stopped at the entrance of the stairs.

"Wow, so tall? Dad, Dad, how can we live here in the future? How can we climb?" The fat man raised his head and shocked as he got off the car.

"Just climb up and exercise." Zhang Yanhui pulled the fat man's face for a moment.

"My God." The little fat man touched his stomach, feeling that this body would not be kept.

"Go to pick the furniture first, put the furniture on it first, and then move things to make things work." Zhang Yanjun asked the driver to look here for a while, and called the old Ding and his wife to go to the furniture hall on the first floor.

Lao Ding was not polite, so he pulled his wife and son into the building.

I owe all the money for furniture.

Zhang Yanjun’s friends don’t like the furniture here. There are not many solid wood products these days, they are all fake, and the smell in the house is soaring to the nose.
Chapter completed!