"But...but the question is, will the Zhao family agree?" He Wenwen became excited.

To be honest.

She really didn't expect Jiang Chuyang to be so easy to talk to.

If I had known this earlier, I should have called grandpa to come over to discuss with Jiang Chuyang.

"This doesn't seem to be the Zhao family's problem, right? It's about whether the Gu, He, Pan, and Cao families can guarantee what I said above." Jiang Chuyang reminded.

"This..." He Wenwen couldn't answer.

Jiang Guoqing also felt that it might be difficult to achieve.

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Jiang Chuyang glanced at the sky: "Brother, is your work in the brick factory going well recently?"

"It's going very well. We will be able to produce red bricks in large quantities in half a month. Wenwen and I want to knock down our old house at the foot of Shiniu Mountain and rebuild it. Then we will build a red brick house for you next to it.

, for you to get a wife." Jiang Guoqing replied with a smile.

"That's not necessary. I think it's better to build my own house myself." Jiang Chuyang refused Jiang Guoqing's kindness.

"Are you sure?" Jiang Guoqing was somewhat surprised.

"Of course I'm sure." Jiang Chuyang smiled.

As for where to build it.

He already had a plan in mind.

But I don’t want to tell Jiang Guoqing now, after all, it’s still early.

"Okay then!" Jiang Guoqing didn't ask any more questions: "Then I'll talk to Wenwen and Mr. He about the He, Pan and Gu families first. If you need my help, you can call me at any time."

"Okay!" Jiang Chuyang nodded.

"Goodbye, big brother." Xiao Hongshu, who was nestling at Jiang Chuyang's feet, waved her little hand.

"Hehe...well away, uncle!" Xiao Fantuan also said with a smile.

"You little girl." Jiang Guoqing smiled and stretched out his hand to rub the little rice ball's head.

Just as he was about to take He Wenwen away, Li Hongyu, who was silent on the side, spoke up: "National Day, when do you and Wenwen plan to get married?"

"Ah? Why is mom asking this all of a sudden?" Jiang Guoqing was a little surprised.

After all, what happened with He Wenwen.

I made it clear during the Chinese New Year.

Now I have no career or house.

Of course it is impossible to get married.

He Wenwen was also a little surprised.

But she didn't say much.

Because he knew that Li Hongyu didn't have any bad intentions.

"Oh! Don't think too much!" Li Hongyu sighed: "I asked you when to get married, just to tell you, don't catch mom off guard. I told Xiulan before, you are older, when will you get married?

, I will not interfere with whoever you marry, and I will even bless you."

"But don't forget, you also have a father who is in prison."

"If we can bring him back safely, he can attend your wedding."

"Then...then I'll be considered dead."

“It’s worth it.”

Finished.

Li Hongyu couldn't help but cry sadly.

"Mom!" Jiang Guoqing also felt very uncomfortable.

"Ouch! Didn't I tell you before? When the business at the market gets back on track, will you go to Shanma Township in Dongzhou Province to pick up dad? You are crying in front of Sister Wenwen this time.

What the hell is this?" Jiang Chuyang had a headache.

After all, it's because of my father's imprisonment.

And for He Wenwen and Jiang Guoqing to have conflicts, the gains outweigh the losses.

However, He Wenwen didn't mind at all. Instead, she stepped forward and took Li Hongyu's right hand: "Chu Yang, don't say that to Mom. We should think about her from her perspective."

"Oh!" Jiang Chuyang responded casually.

But Li Hongyu was extremely happy: "Wenwen, what did you call me just now?"

"Ah?" He Wenwen was stunned, and her pretty face turned red instantly after she came to her senses.

"Hehe... Sister Wenwen, like me, calls you mom." Xiao Hongshu reminded with a smile.

"Yeah, um, Wo... Wo heard it too." Xiao Fantuan tilted his head to confirm.

This made He Wenwen so embarrassed that she couldn't help lowering her pretty head.

After all, they haven’t passed the door yet.

Then I call Li Hongyu my mother.

That's somewhat bad.

But she didn't mean it.

Instead, he shouted out subconsciously.

Li Hongyu naturally guessed this.

After smiling happily.

Lian pulled He Wenwen towards the front door of the Little Sweet Potato Restaurant: "Since you call me mom, you should also give me the jade bracelet passed down from my family. Come with me and let's go to the private room."

Jiang Chuyang looked at the two people walking away.

There was doubt in his eyes: "Brother, when did we get the jade bracelet passed down from our family? How come I didn't know about it at all."

"I don't know either." Little Sweet Potato also scratched his little head.

"How did I know that?" Jiang Guoqing gave a bitter smile: "No more, I'm going to find Mr. He. When the time comes, I'll go to Dongzhou Province to pick up dad. Just remember to call me."

"Okay!" Jiang Chuyang nodded.

"Let's go." Jiang Guoqing turned around and walked towards the door of Little Sweet Potato Restaurant.

Jiang Chuyang watched Jiang Chuyang's figure as a child.

Bring small rice balls and small sweet potatoes.

He also went to do other things.

…

It was night in a blink of an eye.

However, Mr. Gu, Mr. He, Mr. Wang and other leaders did not leave.

Instead, they gathered in a private room and played poker.

Even Zhao Bin participated this time.

But they didn't gamble.

But bite the tachyon.

After the busy Jiang Chuyang learned this inside story.

I had no choice but to cook the boiled fish myself.

There is also the dog meat hotpot that everyone is clamoring for.

Wang Deyuan was about to rest, and Yi Jianping saw this.

Unexpectedly, they all attacked Jiang Chuyang in unison.

As for why you should do this.

Obviously everyone wants to learn how to make dog meat hot pot from Jiang Chuyang.

How could Jiang Chuyang not know the little thoughts of these two chefs?

But it was not hidden or tucked away.

But the cooking method of dog meat hot pot.

Everything was said without reservation.

But it's a pity that he was reborn decades later.

There are some cooking techniques that are deceptively simple.

But in the eyes of Wang Deyuan and Yi Jianping.
To be continued...