Cao Cheng and Fan Hongyu sat down on the grape trellis, and the farmer's sister-in-law turned on the electric fan. The sun has not yet set completely, and the scorching summer has not completely dissipated. Besides, there are mosquitoes by the river, and the electric fan can solve these problems well.
The farmer's sister-in-law hurriedly presented a large pot of tea and said with a smile: "Director Fan, this is your first time here. Let's try the well water here... The tea made in the well water is very sweet."
Fan Hongyu smiled and nodded. There are not many adjectives in rural areas. Everything delicious food is described as "sweet". If the tea is really sweet, there will be problems.
The farmer's sister-in-law immediately filled the two distinguished guests with a large bowl of yellow and orange tea.
"Director Fan, give it a try, it's really delicious."
Cao Cheng said, taking the lead and taking a big bowl, drank several sips. Like Director Cao, who is the secretary of the provincial party committee, has a gentle and elegant image all day long, and is like a gentleman. How could he have ever eaten a cow so much?
Seeing this, Fan Hongyu also picked up the big bowl and took a few sips of Gudong Gudong. The mouth was cool and sweet, and it tasted a little sweet.
Director Fan couldn't help but think of a famous advertisement in later generations: So-and-so mountain spring is a little sweet.
Unfortunately, what Director Fan didn't know was that if time didn't go back, in another world, in a few months, the "slightly sweet" mountain spring water would seem to be in trouble.
"Director Cao, what dish to eat this time?"
Seeing that Fan Hongyu couldn't stop drinking, the farmer's sister-in-law was filled with joy.
"Fried chicken, boiled fish, fried green beans with skin and oil residue, water spinach... make another soup." Cao Cheng is worthy of being a regular here. He casually recommended a few dishes, then faced Fan Hongyu and said:
"Director Fan, what other dishes do you order? But there are only farm dishes here."
Fan Hongyu smiled and said, "That's enough, four dishes and one soup, a standard meal. Just two of us should be enough."
As he said that, he glanced at Cao Cheng several times.
As for Director Cao, he doesn't look like a foodie, and he is not much comparable to Director Fan, a large carnivore.
Cao Cheng waved his hand and said, "Okay, then let's make these dishes first. If it's not enough, add them later."
The farmer's sister-in-law immediately said, "You can't finish it."
Cao Cheng and Fan Hongyu both laughed.
This is the difference between honest people and profiteers is so obvious.
The farmer's sister-in-law turned around and left. Cao Cheng took out the "King of Qingshan" and handed it to Fan Hongyu.
Fan Hongyu took the cigarette and did not ignite it in a hurry. He took it in his hand and looked at it. He sighed softly and said, "I am used to smoking the 'Qingshan King'. What a pity. Maybe I can't get it right away, so I have to get it first.
Store the inventory.”
Cao Cheng smiled and said, "Director Fan, let's have a meal first and then talk about these things after dinner, otherwise it will probably affect your appetite."
Fan Hongyu was stunned.
Cao Cheng was indeed a wonderful person. Since he was face to face, he would not hide anything and clearly tell him what the purpose of treating him to dinner today was similar to Fan Hongyu's estimate.
"Director Cao, you are different from what I heard."
After being slightly stunned, Fan Hongyu suddenly said something like this.
Cao Chengru smiled and said calmly: "Do you believe in the news you heard? I believe more about what I have seen with my own eyes. Many of them are not reliable after hearing. But..."
"But what?"
Fan Hongyu asked with a close eye.
Cao Cheng looked at him with a gentle look and said with a smile: "The rumors about you are the same as the facts I have seen. To tell you the truth, Director Fan, I really didn't know before, the secretary can be like you.
of."
Fan Hongyu smiled and said, "That's because no one is born to be a secretary, and no one will always be a secretary. Secretary is originally a position without self. So if you judge according to this standard, I may not be
A qualified secretary.”
Cao Cheng smiled and said, "There is never a standard for the secretary to meet the requirements. The leader said that if you are qualified, you are qualified."
This is the truth.
Cao Cheng, Zheng Meitang, and Fan Hongyu can be said to be the three most famous "big secretary" in the province, but their personalities are very different. Cao Cheng is low-key and pragmatic, Zheng Meitang is domineering, Fan Hongyu is extremely strong, but in the eyes of their respective leaders, they are all
Very qualified or even very excellent secretary.
"No matter what, it's worth a drink for your uniqueness. Come on, let's use tea instead of the bar!"
Cao Cheng said, picked up the big tea bowl and signaled to Fan Hongyu.
Fan Hongyu laughed, picked up the tea bowl, and ran into Cao Cheng for a while. The two of them drank a few more sips of herbal tea, which really had the momentum of "drinking with a big bowl".
The farmer's sister-in-law was very quick, and soon, boiled fish, fried green beans with skin and oil residue, water spinach and egg flower soup were served on the table. A teenage girl was carrying a white ceramic teapot, serving
He followed his sister-in-law in the farmhouse with the bowls and chopsticks.
"Director Cao, Director Fan, you can eat it first. You have to wait a little longer to stir-fry the chicken before it is delicious. Director Fan, this is our own rice wine, the degree is not high and it cannot be drunk.
Director Cao and other leaders all drink this wine when they come."
The little girl stood on tiptoe and struggled to put the white ceramic teapot on the table.
A faint fragrance of wine came out.
The teapot contains rice wine.
"Thank you,***."
Fan Hongyu said with a smile, rubbing the girl's hair.
The little girl smiled shyly and jumped away.
Cao Cheng personally picked up the wine pot, filled two glasses, handed a glass to Fan Hongyu, and said, "Secretary Rong likes to drink this kind of rice wine. Secretary Rong still maintains a lot of simple habits."
Cao Cheng's face showed an extremely friendly expression, as if he was talking about his old father with Fan Hongyu.
Judging from age, Rong Qigao is Cao Cheng's father.
Many successful secretaries almost became family members with their leaders. Cao Cheng followed Rong Qigao for a long time and had a similar love for Rong Qigao, which is completely understandable.
Fan Hongyu agreed with Cao Cheng's words and said, "Secretary Rong and his generation have many valuable qualities worth learning from."
Rong Qigao has served as a leader, and has overwhelming power. He has always been praised for his personal ethics and is honest and self-supervised. If there is a conflict with the Uli people, it is mainly a difference in governance philosophy, and it is by no means a personal grudge.
"It's true...Come on, Director Fan, let's go."
Fan Hongyu was a little scared: "Such a big cup..."
The little girl brought them a glass of tea, a glass of water and wine, which was three or four taels. If it was really dry in one sip, Fan Hongyu would probably be in trouble.
Cao Cheng laughed and said, "It's easy to say, just be at will, just us... rice wine is not used for cheers."
Fan Hongyu was relieved, so he picked up the wine glass and touched him, took a sip. It turned out that the degree was not high and the taste was very gentle. Although Fan Hongyu was not a person who was addicted to alcohol, he did not feel that it was so powerful.
"Come on, eat the food, all the freshest."
Cao Cheng raised his chopsticks and picked up a few boiled fish, which made him taste sweet.
To be honest, Fan Hongyu is not very keen on boiling fish, but fried with green beans with skin and oil residue is his dish, so he is not polite at the moment.
After a while, the farmer's sister-in-law brought a large porcelain basin to the table. It was a steaming plate of fried chicken with red peppers. The yellow and orange were shiny, making people instantly activate their index fingers.
"Good guy, this chicken is probably less than two or three pounds."
Fan Hongyu was surprised and sighed.
Four dishes on the table were all piled with a large bowl, which was two or three times more than ordinary restaurants. Most of them were meat dishes. Unlike ordinary restaurants, they were called spicy chicken diced rice, and only peppers were seen on a large plate. , you have to wear a magnifying glass to find the chicken.
Really real!
"I just claimed it before killing, and the gross weight is three pounds and two ounces."
The farmer's sister-in-law said proudly.
No wonder she was very confident just now and believed that they couldn't finish it. Director Fan was a foodie, and this chicken alone was enough to fill his stomach.
"Thank you, sister-in-law. Every time I come here, I have to eat several times more. Come on, Director Fan, eat chicken. Sister-in-law's skill in stir-frying chicken is really first-class."
Cao Cheng said while clamping a big chicken leg for Fan Hongyu.
The oil shines with relish.
Only such authentic rural chickens have this attractive luster. Large-scale broiler chickens are used to make soup, and the soup is also white, not this attractive orange-yellow color.
Before time went back, Fan Hongyu rarely ate authentic local chicken.
"Director Cao, don't be polite...you eat slowly, just say hello."
After receiving praise, the farmer's sister-in-law also shone with a bright face and left with a smile.
"To be honest, Director Fan, I'm full of food almost every time I eat here."
Cao Cheng laughed too.
Fan Hongyu glanced at his little body again, smiled without saying a word, and ate the chicken with a big mouthful.
Compared to the meal, the three Directors Cao combined are afraid that they are no match for Director Fan!
Cao Cheng is so smart, how could he not understand what Fan Hongyu meant? He smiled and shook his head, and also grabbed a chicken leg and started chewing it.
Speaking of which, Cao Cheng really "adhered to principles". When he said that he would not talk about business affairs during dinner, he would not mention it. He just chatted with Fan Hongyu from all over the world, and regarded it as an active atmosphere on the dining table.
Cao Cheng was young and could become a secretary of the provincial party committee and was highly valued by the great honor, so he naturally had his own unique features.
Satisfied with one meal.
"Oh, I'm too full again..."
Cao Cheng finally put down his bowl and chopsticks, patted his stomach gently, and said with a sigh. He did not deliberately show off his secret airs in front of Fan Hongyu, but he was very true.
Perhaps, Cao Cheng also varies from person to person.
Since Fan Hongyu is a famous "second-hand man", there is no need to pretend to be in front of him.
The five vegetable pots on the table, except for the bowl of egg flower soup, the other four plates were almost empty. There were a lot of chicken bones in front of the two "provincial leaders". Of course, the bones in front of Director Fan must be Much more bones than Director Cao.
Cao Cheng took two sips of herbal tea, handed Fan Hongyu a cigarette, lit one himself, stood up, walked to the edge of the river, and took a few deep breaths.
Fan Hongyu also followed.
The two of them smoked and didn't speak. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Piaotian Literature Registered Members to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)