Chang Ning himself admitted that Jinjiang City under his leadership is indeed not very fun for people from Hong Kong or Qingyang. In summer, there may be Jinjiang River and the world-famous Jinjiang Tower worth a visit. In winter, the wind is cold and the rain and snow are endless, so I can only entertain myself by opening the door.

Before New Year's Eve, there is still a big street purchase. This is a day when women are the masters of their own homes and are proud. Although Jinjiang City is not big, it is relatively sufficiently circulated because of its rich products and transportation. Especially the department store building opposite the railway station, with five floors, an area of ​​more than 100,000 square meters, 5,000 stalls, 100,000 kinds of goods, both wholesale and retail, food, clothing, and entertainment, all over the world, there are all kinds of people, and it is known as the first store in Jinjiang. In Changning's words, this is a window and model for Jinjiang's development. It is a preview of Jinjiang's future. It is not strong in all work, and no business is rich. There is a popular saying in Qingyang City, which is "one billion people have nine hundred million businessmen, and there are still one hundred million in discussions." It should be the direction of Jinjiang's efforts.

Those who went out to purchase New Year's goods were Ding Ying, Liu Yuehong, Yuan Sibei and Yang Yang. Fang Qiaoying stayed at home and had to complete an important task to help Chang Ning pickle a jar of pickles in case Chang Ning, who liked to eat pickle noodles the most, had any need at any time.

The large jar in the storage room was bought by Li Zhouteng and Ling Xiao a few days ago. This pile of mustard greens is a rare item in Jinjiang in winter. It was delivered by Chen Maoyun, the county party committee reporter of the Wanjin County. Many professional households in Wanjin County have set up vegetable greenhouses, so mustard greens can be marketed with cabbage in this season. Before the holiday, Chen Maoyun called and asked Changning what local specialties to order. Changning wanted this pile of mustard greens of at least 200 kilograms.

The pickled pickles were made by Fang Qiaoying himself, and of course it was a method circulated in Qingyang City. Moreover, Chang Ning did not eat spicy food. If he used the method in Jinjiang area, he would add some chili when pickling, so he would definitely make Chang Ning go crazy.

Speaking of pickled pickles, Fang Qiaoying is a family. Her ancestors have been awarded the title of Qingyang pickles King for five generations. The pickles mastered by her pickles can be preserved for a year and still have a fresh flavor. This is called a unique skill. However, Fang Qiaoying later participated in the revolution, and the pickles King of the family was taken over by her sister, and Fang Qiaoying's craftsmanship has also become a hobby.

Fortunately, Fang Qiaoying was skilled and skilled. He stood barefoot in a large jar with her sleeves and tightened the dishes, so that the dishes and salt were in close contact. This was the key process for pickling pickles, and he had to do it himself.

In fact, the pickling method of Qingyang pickles is very simple. Add an appropriate amount of salt and a small amount of soda to the mustard greens. Mix well and add it gradually, press it tightly and steadily, and then you can eat it after a week. Fang’s Qingyang pickles are the ratio of vegetables to salt and soda. Others can’t learn it well because this ratio is a secret.

Chang Ning was not idle either. She sat on a small stool, smoking while helping hand over the dishes and salt, but he was a little absent-minded because he was just watching Fang Qiaoying's enthusiasm for work and the waves rolling in her body.

Fang Qiaoying looked at Chang Ning and laughed, "Xiao Chang, just a little bit of life, okay?" Chang Ning grinned, "Sister Fang, I'm always very serious while working." Fang Qiaoying gave Chang Ning a blank look, "I, you've seen it all, what else is there to look good?" Chang Ning smiled and said, "Haha, if you don't look good, I'd kick you away long ago." Fang Qiaoying felt a little sad when she heard it, "I, I knew, do you actually think I'm not good-looking?" Chang Ning said seriously, "Sister Fang, listen to it. If you say such words again, I'll beat you up." Fang Qiaoying immediately smiled, "Okay, okay, I'm going to think it's too good, no matter whether you dislike it or not, I'll rely on you for the rest of my life."

Chang Ning smiled and said, "Sister Fang, this is your original style, this is the style that a municipal CPPCC chairman should have." Fang Qiaoying spat at Chang Ning, "Bah, Xiao Banxian, you are not allowed to insult the CPPCC workers." Chang Ning said with a sneer: "The CPPCC is nonsense, the National People's Congress raises his hands to report, the Party Committee's mother approved it, the government is really busy fucking." Fang Qiaoying cursed helplessly: "Little Banxian, if you are the mayor in Qingyang, I will have to ask you nonsense every day." Chang Ning asked with a wicked smile: "I won't talk nonsense, but I like you to talk nonsense, but it's the eggs of eggs."

After the vegetables were pickled, Chang Ning carried Fang Qiaoying down, and then the two of them sealed the dishes together. Fang Qiaoying smiled and said, "Xiao Chang, I'll help you with work, why do you thank me?"

"Haha, of course I want to thank you, thank you in my way." Chang Ning picked up Fang Qiaoying and laughed while walking, "Smell, you please me, just for my extremely sharp gun."

The bathroom was steaming hot, and Chang Ning threw Fang Qiaoying into the hot water, and then jumped in himself.

Fang Qiaoying likes Chang Ning's rudeness, not only does she not get angry at all, but instead hugs Prince Chang Ning and smiles.

Chang Ning's hands wandered among the mountains, "Sister Fang, your skin is so healthy, I'm a good comparison here." Fang Qiaoying asked in a tender voice, "What did you compare me to?" Chang Ning shook his head, "Hehe, your ancestors are pickled pickles. Look, you are like a vegetable gang, an old pickles." Fang Qiaoying pretended to be angry and reached out and twisted Chang Ning hard, "Xiao Chang, you bullied me again." Chang Ning said happily, "Isn't it just to be bullied by me?"

Fang Qiaoying straightened her breasts and whispered, "As long as you don't dislike me." Chang Ning squeezed Fang Qiaoying's Yushan hard, "Don't dislike me, haha, how can I bear it?" Fang Qiaoying asked embarrassedly, "Then, then tell me, am I good-looking?" Chang Ning smiled and said, "It's good-looking, and, looking so young, when you are with our baby daughter, you don't look like a mother and daughter, but rather like a pair of sisters." Fang Qiaoying said happily, "Really, really?"

Chang Ning nodded and smiled, "Of course, her skin is not as white as Fang Fang, Fang Fang is so white...Oh." Fang Qiaoying grabbed Chang Ning's ear and asked, "Little Banxian, tell the truth, have you bullied Fang Fang?" Chang Ning said in a heartbeat, and was so proud that he accidentally let it go, "Sister Fang...I, I didn't treat Fang Fang, how about she." Fang Qiaoying snorted, "Then how do you know that her skin is whiter than me." Chang Ning felt another sharp pain in his ears, "Oh... Sister Fang, I, I only looked at it."

Fang Qiaoying tried her best and chased her in her mouth, "Little Banxian, are you going to do it or not?"

The heroes don’t suffer any loss at the moment, just ask for it, “Sister Fang, this is the thing… Be gentle, it’s very simple. Four years ago, before the girls went to college, I took them to Daqingshan Reservoir to swim… I swear, I didn’t bully them, they showed it to me voluntarily… Really, I just took a look…”

"Oh..." Fang Qiaoying sighed and let go of Chang Ning's ears. "Ding Ying is right. The souls of those girls have been hooked by you. Sooner or later, sooner or later, sooner or later, but also the flesh in your mouth."

"Hehe, don't dare...hehe, I will turn your old pickled vegetables into meat first." As he said that, Chang Ning hugged Fang Qiaoying and rushed in at the target.

Fang Qiaoying shouted softly, and a sense of fulfillment made her twist happily, "Xiao Chang... I, I am not the old pickled gang, I, I am your meat..."

"Old Shengcai, you're the old Shengcai..." Chang Ning roared lowly, hugging Fang Qiaoying and hit hard.

Fang Qiaoying responded strongly, not to be outdone at all. This is what Chang Ning likes Fang Qiaoying. Every time she spares no effort and devotes herself, she will arouse Chang Ning's fighting spirit... The battlefield is transferred from the bathroom to the living room, and then from downstairs to the building, until she finally treats the Simmons bed as the main battlefield. Amid Fang Qiaoying's hysterical roar, the three major battles finally end.

He patted Fang Qiaoying's butt, and Chang Ning smiled and said, "Sister Fang, now you understand what I mean."

"What, what are you talking about?" Fang Qiaoying asked gasped.

"Haha, under my dignified mayor, you, the chairman of the Municipal CPPCC, can only bow down and surrender. Do you think so?" Chang Ning said, and slapped Fang Qiaoying's butt again.

"Well... your municipal government is great, our CPPCC can only listen to the municipal government."

Chang Ning smiled and asked again: "Does your Municipal CPPCC specialize in bullshit from time to time?"

"Bully, bully, we can only bully..." Fang Qiaoying's hand indeed reached over and pulled the egg.

"Hehe, this is almost the same." Chang Ning smiled proudly and lit a cigarette to smoke.

After Chang Ning was pleased for a while, Fang Qiaoying said with a gaze: "Xiao Chang, I, I beg you something."

"Sister Fang's business is mine, you say it." Chang Ning also got carried away with pride.

"Well... when you are in front of others, don't mention any old pickles, okay?"

Just this matter, Chang Ning breathed a sigh of relief, "No problem, no problem."

“We have a problem.”

The door was pushed open with a snap. They were four women who returned from purchasing New Year’s goods.

Fang Qiaoying quickly pulled the quilt to cover himself, and reached out and twisted Chang Ning hard, "Little Banxian, they are all you, you, you, you, you."

Ding Ying leaned at the door and smiled, "Old Shengcai Bangzi, is this name quite appropriate? It is both true and inherits the family inheritance."

"Okay, brother, so you like to leap pickles so much." Yang Yang clapped his hands and shouted.

Liu Yuehong also came to make fun of it, "Sister Fang, you pickled a large jar of pickled vegetables, why did you pickle yourself too?"

"You..." Fang Qiaoying turned around and said to Chang Ning, "Xiao Chang, give them a nickname too."

"Hehe, is this appropriate?" Chang Ning asked with a smile.

"Little Banxian, horse." Fang Qiaoying glared at her eyes and reached out to grab Chang Ning's vital points.

Chang Ning scratched his head and smiled, "Okay, come on your mouth... Sister Ding Ying, just call her a rotten peach, Sister Yuehong, like a female wolf, and Sister Yuan, just call her a bourgeoisie. As for the stinky girl, she is just a little witch, ready-made."

"Little Banxian, you are looking for a fight..."
Chapter completed!