The leisurely pastoral life of Xiao Shannong

Zhang Zian started the car and found a small restaurant nearby. Although the store was not big, it was well cleaned up.

When I was in junior high school in the town, I pooled some money with my classmates and would come to this restaurant for a meal every week.

Ma Shang sent a message to Zhang Zian last night, telling about Ma Liang's promotion to deputy director.

He also said that the two of them looked for an opportunity to slaughter Ma Liang severely.

The two walked into the restaurant. The proprietress was a woman in her 40s. She was not as well maintained as women in the city, and she already had fish-eye lines.

But he was cleanly dressed and looked like an honest person.

Seeing Ma Liang wearing a police uniform, the proprietress was a little embarrassed, and quickly greeted her with a smile.

"Officer, please come inside." The proprietress said softly.

Because my store is not big enough and not as luxuriously decorated as the nearby stores, these officials in the town generally don't come to my store.

The most entertained are students and nearby workers.

When the two sat down, the proprietress handed the menu to Ma Liang, glanced at Zhang Zian, paused, lowered her eyelids, hesitated for a moment, but said nothing.

When Zhang Zian was in junior high school, he often came with friends, and he knew the proprietress and his husband. What he remembered most clearly was that every time he came, the proprietress would give him a bottle of black tea.

Zhang Zian wanted to pay, but the proprietress was determined not to accept it.

By accident, Zhang Zian found out that the proprietress had a son who was about the same age as Zhang Zian, but died of drowning when he was ten years old.

That's why the proprietress always felt a sense of intimacy when she saw Zhang Zian, that's why she gave Zhang Zian black tea.

It's just that three years in high school, four years in college, and seven years have passed. Zhang Zian has changed a lot. It can be said that he has not yet developed in junior high school, but he has grown rapidly in high school, and his height has gradually increased.

After Zhang Zian sat down, he looked at the proprietress and said with a smile, "Aunt Pei, don't you recognize me?"

When Zhang Zian opened his mouth, the proprietress known as Aunt Pei looked at Zhang Zian seriously, and then said pleasantly, "Are you Zian?"

Ma Liang, who was sitting on the side, did not expect the two to know each other, and looked up at the two of them.

"It's me, Zian, Aunt Pei, you don't even recognize me." Zhang Zian complained a little.

When I was in junior high school, I felt that Aunt Pei was pretty, especially when she smiled, and she was super gentle.

Auntie Pei, the proprietress, was overjoyed. She walked up to Zhang Zian, grabbed Zhang Zian's arm, and looked him up and down.

"We haven't seen each other for seven years. You don't even know to come to see Aunt Pei. The changes in the past seven years have been so great. I felt familiar just now, but I didn't dare to recognize it."

Aunt Pei also complained a little before explaining.

Although we haven't seen each other in seven years, the warmth is still very familiar.

Zhang Zian couldn't explain that he hadn't visited Aunt Pei once in seven years, so he scratched his head in embarrassment.

Aunt Pei's husband heard the sound and ran out from the kitchen behind.

He is a simple and honest man of more than 1.6 meters. His appearance is not outstanding, but he is an honest man at first glance.

When he saw Ma Liang, he was taken aback for a moment, but when he saw Zhang Zian, he recognized him immediately.

"Zian? You haven't been here for a long time, kid. You don't know. Your Aunt Pei talks about it every day..."

Aunt Pei glared at her husband, how could she expose herself in front of Zi'an.

"Uncle Zhao, I'm here today."

Uncle Zhao smiled honestly, he smiled very honestly, he was a good old man.

"Zian, is it time for you to graduate from college?" Uncle Zhao asked.

"I graduated in July, and now I'm helping my parents manage an orchard at home." Zhang Zian said with a smile.

Sure enough, as Zhang Zian imagined, neither Uncle Zhao nor Aunt Pei looked down upon him.

"That's right. I don't think it's better to work alone in a big city outside. The parents at home are worried and don't talk about it. I don't see my family a few times a year. It's better to find a job near my home."

"Zian is so smart, he can make a lot of money by managing orchards."

Uncle Zhao and Aunt Pei said seriously.

"You said what you want to eat today, and I'll make it for you. Uncle Zhao, I have learned two new dishes, and I will make them for you later."

Uncle Zhao said with a smile.

"Okay, then I won't be polite, let my friend order other dishes." Zhang Zian said with a smile, not at all polite.

Hearing that Zhang Zian said that the policeman next to him was his friend, the two were obviously taken aback.

Ma Liang saw that Zhang Zian was familiar with the boss and the boss's wife. They seemed to have a good relationship. Anyway, today is his own treat, so it's better to give him a favor.

So Ma Liang took the menu, ordered some of the most expensive dishes, then ordered a few more side dishes, and finally ordered a seaweed egg drop soup.

It is said to be the most expensive dish, but in fact it is only more than 30 yuan.

Aunt Pei wrote it down in a small notebook and handed it to her husband, and Uncle Zhao immediately went to the back kitchen to get busy.

During this time period, there was no one in the store except Zhang Zian's table, so Aunt Pei sat opposite Zhang Zian.

I haven't seen you for seven years, and I have a lot to say, ask, and chat.

Zhang Zian also introduced Ma Liang, as a way of getting to know him.

Ma Liang naturally knew what to do in the future.

"Zian, do you have a date?" Aunt Pei, as an elder, is similar to other relatives, and she always asks such sharp and difficult questions.

Zhang Zian didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.

I can't figure out my relationship with Du Xiaoshuang and Yang Ran.

Seeing Zhang Zian's appearance, Aunt Pei asked, "A girl you like?"

Zhang Zian nodded.

The rest of the chat is all about this topic.

After 10 minutes passed, Aunt Pei still wanted to ask, but Zhang Zian was almost overwhelmed. Fortunately, Uncle Zhao yelled that the food was ready.

Aunt Pei had no choice but to get up to serve the dishes. When two dishes were brought to the table, Aunt Pei wanted to continue chatting, but when customers came in outside the door, Aunt Pei had to go to work first.

Zhang Zian also felt relaxed for a while.

Zhang Zian unceremoniously took a bite of the dish, it still tasted the same as before, and nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing Ma Liang's questioning look, he talked about the matter between himself and Aunt Pei.

Ma Liang nodded from time to time.

The two filled a glass of wine, and Zhang Zian raised his glass first, "Congratulations to Director Ma for his promotion."

The two had a drink.

Although he is only the deputy director, he is also the director after all.

The current director is a man in his sixties, and it will be a matter of time before he retires. With Ma Liang's contacts in the police station, it will be a matter of time before he takes the position of director.

"Zian, I've been really busy these two days. I originally planned to have a busy time, and then invite you and Ma Shang to celebrate together."

After Ma Liang drank a glass of wine, he began to talk more.

He knew in his heart that even though he was now the deputy director and the director was also in his pocket, Zhang Zian still couldn't afford to mess with him.

And after going through so many things, he could feel that Zhang Zian really regarded him as a friend and a brother, so he didn't have any crooked intentions.

The dishes were served quickly, with all the flavors and aromas. The two drank a sip of wine, took two bites of food, and talked, very comfortable.

There are more and more people in the store, most of them are students and migrant workers nearby.

Aunt Pei's store has big buns that cost one yuan each, and the millet porridge is free.

Migrant workers usually ask for four big steamed buns and two bowls of millet porridge to ensure that they are full and can work vigorously in the afternoon.

There are a total of eight tables on the first floor, and they fill up quickly.

At this time, a few young people walked in from the door, dressed up in foolish ways, their faces were still young, but they insisted on pretending to be very mature.