Looking at the carefully cooked side dishes on the table, and then at the increasingly dark sky outside the door, a wry smile appeared on Zhao Ge's face.
It seems that Fan Hongyu will not come.
Originally, he had the courage to ask Qiao Feng to bring him a message and invite him to have a meal. In any case, he had done him a big favor, so he had to express his feelings. In fact, Zhao Ge felt quite uneasy.
When we were in the factory, there was a gap between them. Half of my children were the children of cadres. Later, Fan Weiguo was promoted successively and directly became the main leader of the county. Fan Hongyu went to the provincial capital to study at university. There was such a gap.
It's even more obvious. It's not an exaggeration to say that there is one in the sky and one on the earth. Zhao Ge has actually been mentally prepared for Fan Hongyu to break the appointment.
However, seeing that Fan Hongyu really broke the appointment, Zhao Ge still felt very disappointed.
It turns out that being ignored is so uncomfortable.
Zhao Ge sighed, stood up, picked up a bowl of food on the table, and prepared to go to the kitchen to heat it up and eat by herself. She had prepared the food at around five o'clock, and it was already seven o'clock now, although the food was all gone.
Hold it carefully in a bowl. It will still cool down after a long time.
At this moment, a bicycle bell rang at the door.
Zhao Ge immediately put down the bowl, walked to the door in a few steps, and hurriedly opened the ajar door.
Outside the door, there is a young man with a tall figure and a smile on his face. Isn't it Fan Hongyu?
"What, aren't you going to do business tonight? I came late on purpose because I was afraid you would be too busy."
Fan Hongyu locked his bicycle on the telephone pole outside the door and said with a smile.
So that’s it.
I didn't expect him to be so considerate.
Zhao Ge breathed a long sigh of relief, smiled sweetly, and explained: "Xiaohua has gone home. I can't handle it all by myself, so I just need to rest for the afternoon."
Half of this is true, but the other half is a bit untrue. In fact, Zhao Ge stopped business for a long time just to entertain Fan Hongyu. Otherwise, when Fan Hongyu came, there would be people coming and going in the store. He was in a hurry and no one greeted Fan Hongyu.
, there is no trace of this sincerity left.
"If I had known this, I should have come here earlier to help you. Stopping business for half a day will cause a lot of losses."
Zhao Ge laughed and said with a smile: "I don't dare to take this seriously. How dare I ask you to attack me? That is too rude... In fact, there is no loss, and there is a lot of money to be made. The business these days is average.
It doesn’t matter if you stop for a long time...please come in."
Fan Hongyu walked in. The store was clean and tidy. Under the light of two fluorescent lamps, the store looked very bright. Fan Hongyu couldn't help but nodded and said, "This is good. Some small stores open a very small one at night."
The incandescent lamp is dim and makes guests feel uncomfortable as soon as they walk in. It would be better to be brighter."
Zhao Ge smiled and said: "The electricity bill doesn't cost much. If you are too frugal in these aspects, it is not cost-effective. The guests will have a bad impression... Chief Fan, please sit here."
It is estimated that Zhao Ge has heard from Qiao Feng that Fan Hongyu was "promoted".
Fan Hongyu said with a smile: "Just don't use the title of unit chief. Isn't this a joke on me?"
Zhao Ge said sternly: "The unit chief is also a leader, so this title cannot be messed up."
A small butt can ruin her life!
This is what an official-based country is like.
Fan Hongyu smiled and waved his hand, and said: "Sister Ge'er, we grew up in the same yard. We have been old friends for more than ten years. If you say this, I feel uneasy."
"Well, in private, I'll call you by your name. Come on, Hongyu, you sit down first while I heat up the food. It's a bit cold."
Seeing the vegetable bowls upside down on the table, Fan Hongyu knew that Zhao Ge must have been waiting for him for a long time. Even though it was just two people eating, Zhao Ge also prepared four dishes and one soup, which was full of sincerity.
"Stop being busy, just eat like this. The weather isn't very cold anyway."
Zhao Ge hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, this dish won't be fresh once it's cooked again. I'm sorry, Hongyu."
Fan Hongyu shook his head and said: "Sister Ge'er, can we not be like this? The more polite you are, the more uncomfortable I feel. Isn't it annoying? It's still like when I was a child, I often asked you for dried sweet potatoes, and you were not polite at all.
How nice.”
Zhao Ge's mother was in the countryside. At that time, she would often bring her some kang-dried sweet potato slices, which were glutinous, soft, golden, fragrant and sweet, and delicious. Fan Hongyu was young at that time and was greedy.
, would always pester Zhao Ge for dried sweet potatoes. Zhao Ge would not disappoint him most of the time.
When Fan Hongyu talked about this, Zhao Ge also laughed, his nose turned up slightly, looking very happy: "Do you still remember these things?"
"Of course, my childhood memories are always very profound. Those potato chips were really delicious. I still drool when I think about them."
"If you like it, I'll ask my mom to make some for you. It's the season for sweet potatoes. But to make dried sweet potatoes, you have to harvest the sweet potatoes for a while and wait until they are soft before kneading them. The taste will be better."
"Okay, then I'll wait."
Fan Hongyu was not polite and agreed with a smile.
Zhao Ge carefully opened the bowl, and there was still a trace of heat in the four-color dishes. Twice-cooked pork, stir-fried chicken, fried eggs, and fried kidneys were all dishes with a heavy oil content. Zhao Ge specially took care of Fan Hongyu's taste.
Fan Hongyu is young, tall and strong, and has a strong appetite. He should like greasy food. According to Zhao Ge's own taste, of course he is willing to eat lighter dishes.
Sure enough, Fan Hongyu showed a look of liking on his face.
Zhao Ge placed a glass in front of Fan Hongyu, picked up the beer, lifted the lid, and said: "Hongyu, drink some beer. You cadres can all drink, right?"
Zhao Ge's words still revealed the meaning of "estrangement", and he always inadvertently divided himself and Fan Hongyu into two different "camps", one for officials and the other for civilians.
Thousands of years of official-based culture has already penetrated into the bones of the people, and it is not easy to change in a short period of time.
It's not good for Fan Hongyu to always correct him. Don't make Zhao Ge too nervous and have to think twice before uttering every word. That would be boring.
"It's okay to have some beer."
Fan Hongyu's drinking capacity is neither large nor small. However, as a criminal policeman who has been working for many years, Fan Hongyu is relatively restrained in drinking. A criminal policeman who is always drunk may not be trusted by his superiors and colleagues.
Singer Zhao was quick with his feet and quickly poured two glasses of beer. He raised the glass towards Fan Hongyu and said, "Come on, Hongyu, I want to toast you. Thank you so much for that day! Otherwise, I really don't know what I would have done."
Under the bright light, Zhao Gehao's wrists are as bright as jade.
Therefore, some women are naturally beautiful. Zhao Ge has been running a restaurant for more than a year, and she is surrounded by the fumes from the stove every day, but her skin is still so fair and full of youthful vitality. It seems that the harsh environment cannot affect her at all.
beauty.
Fan Hongyu raised his wine glass, touched it lightly with her, and said, "Sister Ge'er, we are friends, no polite words. We bumped into each other that day. If it were anyone else, we would have fought against each other."
Zhao Ge pursed his lips and smiled and said: "That's not necessarily true. Nowadays, there are many boys. If you let them fight and sneak around, they will dare. If you let them fight against injustice, they will not be happy. You and Xia Yan are still old.
It looks bloody."
"I accept this compliment. Come on, have a drink."
Fan Hongyu raised his neck and drank a large glass of beer. Zhao Ge did not hesitate, drank the beer in the glass, and showed the bottom of the glass to Fan Hongyu.
"Hongyu, I heard from Qiao Feng that there seems to be a big leader of the prefectural committee who has some opinions on you, right?"
After drinking two glasses of wine and eating some food, the atmosphere at the wine table gradually became more harmonious. Zhao Ge asked tentatively while pouring wine for Fan Hongyu, with a very concerned look on his face.
Fan Hongyu smiled slightly and said: "Sister Ge'er, don't worry about these things. No one can tell what happens in the agency, and the direction of the wind is always changing."
"That's right. You are so smart, this matter will definitely not have much impact on you. If a leader has an opinion on you, it doesn't matter. Other leaders can always see your abilities and will definitely reuse you."
That's not necessarily the case.
Fan Hongyu back then and Fan Hongyu now have the same IQ, so why are there no other leaders to reuse him?
But Fan Hongyu would never talk to Zhao Ge about these words.
"Sister Ge'er, is this store doing well?"
Fan Hongyu looked around the store and asked casually.
"It's just average. It's better than working as a temporary worker in a factory. After a month, excluding labor, water, electricity and other expenses, I can earn two to three hundred."
Zhao Ge told the truth.
Fan Hongyu nodded and said: "Sister Ge'er, I have a suggestion. Opening this small restaurant is not a long-term solution, and it is very difficult. I suggest you find a way to change careers. And that Zhang Dabao, I think he
I won’t let it go.”
"Isn't this you?"
Zhao Ge smiled and blurted out, which showed that in her mind, she already regarded Fan Hongyu as her supporter.
Fan Hongyu frowned slightly and shook his head slightly.
A few days ago, Liang Guanghua made a special trip to summon his father, Fan Weiguo. Fan Hongyu had an ominous premonition in his heart. He estimated that Liang Guanghua might have an operation on Fan Weiguo. This executive deputy county magistrate was probably not very reliable.
Zhang Dabao is a typical despicable person. Once he learns that the old Fan family has lost power, he will definitely turn around and cause trouble. Fan Hongyu is naturally not afraid of him, but it is hard to tell about Zhao Ge and her small restaurant.
But how can we explain these things clearly to Zhao Ge?
Seeing Fan Hongyu frowning, Zhao Ge was immediately startled and realized that Fan Hongyu was really worried. It seemed that he really didn't understand the official matters, and it was hard to ask too deeply, so he quickly said: "Okay
Ah, tell me, how can I change my career? Apart from cooking, I have no other skills."
Fan Hongyu immediately relaxed his brows and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, any business is done by people, and no one is born knowing it. Besides, the business I want you to do is quite simple, you can learn it at a glance, and it is easy to get started."
"Ah? Then tell me, what kind of business is it?"
Zhao Ge immediately became interested, moved his body slightly forward, raised his head and asked.
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