"Uncle Jin, are you attracted to this beautiful woman?"
Mi Li had a wicked smile on his face, half-lying on the table and looking at the man in front of him.
"What are you talking nonsense about, little girl? Give me a bottle of Dukang and a plate of spicy fried pork elbow."
Jin Quansheng was in a bad mood, so he simply sat in his old friend's shop. He didn't plan to leave now, so he might as well sit alone for a while and think about the evil things he had done a few years ago.
Mi Li originally wanted to tell Jin Quansheng that she knew Yang Lina very well, and if anything happened between them, she, a junior, could still help him build a relationship.
Who knows, this old man seems unwilling to accept his favor.
Jin Quansheng couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the people and things he had encountered recently.
He has lived for forty or fifty years and has never done anything immoral.
But eleven years ago, when he was working as a factory leader, he ruined the life of a young man.
At that time, he had just been promoted and made a fortune. He had grown from poverty to adulthood. As soon as his hands touched money, he forgot the basics of being a human being. He became more and more ambitious and greedy.
What happened in the factory eleven years ago was in his mind. He couldn't help but think of the scene where the young man ignored his own safety to save others, and he couldn't help but start to blame himself.
When Mi Li came over with the wine, he just interrupted Jin Quansheng's thoughts. He came back to his senses, opened the wine bottle, and filled the small wine glass gurglingly, as if he wanted to forget those painful memories.
He raised his head, not a drop of wine left in the small glass.
Looking at the word Du Kang on the wine bottle, Jin Quansheng smiled indifferently and thought to himself, Du Kang is the only one who can relieve his worries.
Mi Li saw that the middle-aged man was emotionally unstable, so she didn't say much. She heard from the old man that this man had done something wrong a few years ago and his creditors came to see him. He was in trouble this time.
Mi Li curled her lips in disgust, if she had known this, why did she do it in the first place.
Yang Lina left Mi Li's restaurant and went directly to the farmer's market, thinking about buying some vegetables for her sister-in-law.
She bought a lot of meat and vegetables and washed her hands and picked vegetables as soon as she entered the house.
Jingxuan loves to eat dumplings, but she and Li Jingming haven't eaten for a long time, so they thought about stir-frying some hard vegetables and making some dumplings.
Yang Lina quickly mixed the noodles first, then chopped the meat and vegetables and added seasonings.
Before Li Jingming went to the furniture factory at noon, his wife told him that he must come back early tonight.
Li Jingming took advantage of the time and estimated that his daughter-in-law was done talking about things, so he said hello to the furniture factory and left early.
Today, the furniture for those people brought over by Uncle Song has been prepared, so he doesn't need to worry about it for the time being, so he went back early.
As soon as I walked in, I heard some noise in the kitchen, so I washed my hands at the faucet in the yard and went to the kitchen.
At this moment, Yang Lina was standing in front of the chopping board, rolling out dumpling wrappers. Her hair draped over her shoulders fell from time to time. Yang Lina wanted to tie it up, but when she reached out and saw that her hands were full of flour, she shook her hair angrily, and then lowered her head to roll out the dough.
After repeating this several times, Yang Lina simply ignored it and let her hair sway back and forth on both sides of her face.
Ever since Li Jingming entered the yard and heard the noise made by his wife, the corner of his mouth has been smiling.
He did not go into the kitchen directly. He first went to the bedroom to get the hairpin, and then went into the kitchen.
It was a hot summer day, and Yang Lina was working again. Her forehead was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat. The broken hair on both sides of her forehead was stuck to her forehead, and she felt a little itchy.
Seeing that the dumpling wrappers were less than half rolled out, I decided to wash my hands and undress my hair first. As soon as I had this idea, my waist tightened and my back felt warm.
When Yang Lina was so frightened that she was about to scream, a familiar scent of someone's unique scent entered her nose. Before she could struggle, someone picked her up from behind.
"As soon as I entered the yard, I smelled the fragrance. It turned out that my wife was making dumplings, and she came to help you."
When Li Jingming spoke, Yang Lina had already been returned to her original position.
Smelling the faint fragrance on Yang Lina's neck, Li Jingming couldn't help but pecked Yang Lina hard on the cheek.
"Oh, it's so hot, please let me go."
Yang Lina moved, but her flour-covered hands had nowhere to rest. Her whole body was so hot that she couldn't help but move.
"Don't move, I'll tie your hair first."
Li Jingming let go of Yang Lina, and gently grabbed her hair with his rough hands, running his fingers from the top of her head to the ends of her hair.
Yang Lina's hair was black, smooth, smooth and shiny. Li Jingming looked at it and couldn't help but put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it before picking it up for her.
"How did things go today?"
Li Jingming washed his hands in front of the kitchen faucet, clamped Yang Lina's slender waist with his big hands, moved her aside, and took away the rolling pin from her hand.
"I'll roll the dough and you'll wrap it. If you bend over for a long time, your back will hurt."
After Li Jingming finished speaking, he concentrated on rolling out the dumpling wrappers.
Yang Lina looked at Li Jingming from head to toe, watching his tall body standing in front of the chopping board, rolling out dumpling wrappers and licking his lips.
I thought to myself, it was as if he didn't bend down.
"It's not negotiated, it's 40,000 yuan."
After Yang Lina finished speaking, Li Jingming paused, thinking it was so expensive?
"The negotiation has not been completed? Is there any hope? If it doesn't work, we will look at other houses."
Seeing that his daughter-in-law acted like a normal person, Li Jingming knew that she must have other plans.
"The house and the location are both good. I like it very much, but the price he wants is too high and I can't accept it.
He said he needed money urgently and sold it, so I gave him my business card and offered him a price of 30,000 yuan.
If he comes to me within a week, I can hope to win it. If he doesn’t come to me, then I will have to look for another house.”
Yang Lina said calmly while wrapping dumplings.
Li Jingming felt that his daughter-in-law was smart, and if she said it was expensive, the price he offered would definitely be expensive.
He looked at Yang Lina making dumplings seriously and suddenly felt very guilty.
If he had known that his wife wanted to open a hotpot restaurant, he would not have spent his money randomly.
Right now, the brick and tile factory received a dividend of 30,000 yuan this month, but more than 10,000 yuan was spent on wood. Adding his previous capital, the total was only 30,000 yuan.
If he kept his money and his wife liked that building so much, he would buy it no matter what.
Thinking of this, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.
Her silly wife has done so much for him, so he should do something that would move his little wife to jump into his arms and kiss him actively.
“Did you ask the building owner’s name?”
"What is it called Jin Quansheng?"
Jin Quansheng?
Li Jingming paused in rolling out the dough. This name was too familiar to him.
I just don't know if it's someone he once knew.
Perhaps, it is unlikely, after all, there are too many people with the same name.
However, the long-lost memories still came back again, and Li Jing was obviously a little distracted.
After being stunned for a few seconds, he asked uncertainly: "Is he a young guy?"
"No, he's a middle-aged man in his forties."
Yang Lina didn't notice the slight discomfort on Li Jingming's face and answered in a casual manner.