Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

Zhao Mingfang finally noticed Feng Qingxue, stood up suddenly, pointed at her and asked, "Why are you here?"

His eyebrows were raised, he was very powerful, and he couldn't hide the jealousy in his eyes.

Although Feng Qingxue is now dressed simply, with dull complexion, thick eyebrows and light lips, like a withered flower, the surprise a month ago is still deeply engraved in Zhao Mingfang's mind, just like the first time she saw it She was just as beautiful as the most beautiful woman in the Republic of China. No matter how she dressed up when she returned home, how she used shavings of water to apply cream, she found dejectedly that she was not as good as Feng Qingxue.

Wang Jiao slapped the table and stood up, "How can you talk?"

"Who are you?" Zhao Mingfang became even more unhappy when she discovered that Wang Jiao was also very beautiful.

The elders in the family, relatives and friends all say that she is the most beautiful girl. Why are the two women I see dressed so rustically better-looking than her? Even the fat man in front of me looks like a movie star.

"I can't change my name, but I can't change my surname, Wang Jiao!"

"I don't know you!" Zhao Mingfang looked at Feng Qingxue arrogantly, she was his biggest enemy, "This is the best state-owned hotel in the city, do you think your mud-legged people from the cesspit are worthy of coming in? "

Wang Jiao immediately rolled up her sleeves and said rudely: "Hey, you city people are so awesome? Why are you putting on such a stinky airs in front of me? If we weren't from the countryside, do you think you can eat commercial food? You are scolding your mother, saying You are the one who is so ungrateful! If you have the guts, don’t eat the food that we country people have worked so hard to grow! You said that we came from the cesspit, didn’t you grow up eating dung? , all depends on fat, let me tell you, the rice and vegetables you are eating now are not watered by the cow dung and horse dung of our countryside and the grain cycle of our country people!"

Fortunately, there were only four of them in the state-owned hotel, otherwise, after hearing Wang Jiao's words, no one would have the appetite to continue eating.

Wang Jiao felt that the scolding was not enough and continued: "Also, you, don't use yourself as a city person to scold us country people. The waiter is also a city person, polite and thoughtful. Look at you, you are such a sweetheart." Rat droppings spoil the whole pot of porridge.”

The waiter's expression immediately changed from gloomy to clear, and he didn't care about Wang Jiao's previous detailed explanation of the relationship between food and manure.

And Zhao Mingfang looked at the rice and egg and spinach soup on the table, recalling the scene of manure transportation and fattening she saw in the Wanglou Brigade a month ago, her stomach turned, and she turned sideways and retched.

The young man sitting at the table with her looked unhappy and said warmly: "Comrade Mingfang, are you okay?"

Although he waved to the waiter to bring tea and water for Zhao Mingfang to rinse his mouth, he did not take over and his attitude became much more alienated.

Looking at this scene, Feng Qingxue and Wang Jiao knew that they were meeting. If it was not the first time but they had already started dating, most of the names would not be so formal.

Once you are in a relationship, it is legitimate and the purpose is to get married.

But not necessarily. Some city people have high standards for themselves and call their partners gay.

Zhao Mingfang didn't notice the young man's attitude at all. After rinsing her mouth, she said unhappily: "Comrade Zhang Yi, let's go. I don't want to see them. I can't eat when I see them. The more I think about them, the more disgusting I feel. You weren't just You want to take me to the department store? I saw a beautiful Plum Blossom watch last time."