In that time and space, six years later, Zhao Changan had a contract dispute with Qiaojiashan Brick and Tile Factory. While he was unemployed at home, he rode his bicycle twenty miles to the western suburbs pharmaceutical factory to find Zhang Shunwan.

When he opened the door, only Mo Tongtong was home, with red eyes, saying that Zhang Shun had gone to work in the south and had not settled down yet, so he had no contact number.

Zhao Changan was disappointed and wanted to leave, but Mo Tongtong held him tightly and refused to let him go, leaving him in the house and going out to buy pork belly.

After cooking a sumptuous meal of braised pork, Zhao Changan's mouth was full of oil and he burped.

After having lunch, I talked to Mo Tongtong for a while before pushing the car home.

Mo Tongtong stood at the door and told him again and again that if you want to eat braised pork, don't be polite, just come, any time is fine.

Zhao Changan was riding his bicycle in front of the pharmaceutical factory and met a city high school classmate who he had forgotten who he was. He was shocked to learn that Zhang Shun had jumped into the Taohua River during the flood a year ago.

In the following years, whenever Zhao Changan returned to the mountain city, he would bring gifts and have a meal with Mo Tongtong.

Not to mention other dishes, the braised pork that Zhao Changan and Zhang Shun love to eat must be included.

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"Okay, when Sister Mo was young, she was a flower in the city's pharmaceutical factory. Alas, at this time, none of you are idiots, and you don't know how to appreciate the charm of a real beauty. Uh~"

Zhao Changan met Zhang Shun's strange eyes, smiled awkwardly and said, "I told you that you have good genes inherited from your mother, and I praise you for being a handsome young man!"

"Damn, why does it sound awkward to me?"

Zhang Shun was still unhappy: "You call me mom, sister, and you take advantage of me!"

"I am nineteen years old and your mother is thirty-three years old, so she is only ten years older. If you don't believe me, ask your mother if she would like me to call her sister or aunt?"

Zhao Changan began to argue.

"Dry!"

Of course Zhang Shun knew his mother's confused little girl character, otherwise the old man would have put up colorful flags outside, and almost everyone in the pharmaceutical factory would have known about it.

But she just didn't notice it at all.

He also knew that when faced with the question of 'aunt' or 'sister', his mother's choice was absolutely unquestionable.

I can only say "kindly" greetings to Zhao Changan.

"Hey, hey, why don't you two go off topic? Is your mother's braised pork delicious? What does it taste like?"

Liu Yihui, who was standing next to him, immediately stopped looking at Master Huang. His Adam's apple twitched and his eyes gleamed.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Let's meet tomorrow, not at the pharmaceutical factory, but at the rental house south of the school gate."

Zhang Shun waved his hand in a very grand manner, but he was not the one cooking anyway.

"Brother is awesome!"

After Zhao Changan's mother made shredded pork with pickled cabbage and pepper, she could mix it into a higher-standard braised pork meal tomorrow.

Liu Yihui immediately started kneeling and licking Zhang Shun without any principles.

Many years later, Liu Yihui, who got drunk and became Mr. Liu by various means, spent more than 3,000 yuan to specially order a roasted whole lamb.

He pulled the barbecued meat and threw it piece by piece into the Yellow River with all his strength.

"Anzi, during the three years of high school, how much food did your family eat in vain? Your family was also in difficulty at that time, but my aunt always picked up good food and cooked it.

I ate Zhang Shun’s braised pork twice.

Oh my god, it’s so delicious!

During the Chinese New Year, my family only eats meat in large quantities.

But there are too few seasonings, so it’s not as delicious as Aunt Mo’s cooking.

In fact, I look down on Zhang Shun, and he looks down on me, a poor student from the countryside. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't even say a word.

But I owe him two braised pork meals!

I will never be able to pay him back in this lifetime!"

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"Mom and Dad, I will take a nap in the morning and go to Zhang Shun's house for dinner tomorrow night. Why don't you two eat here tomorrow night? I'll make whatever you want to eat."

At the construction site at noon, Zhao Changan put down his bowl and wiped his mouth.

"You cook, haha!"

Zhao Shubin laughed: "If you can turn dry rice into dry rice and porridge into porridge, you are considered capable."

"Don't bully young people into poverty."

Zhao Changan said with a smile on his face: "Tell me, what do you want to eat?"

Every man has an ambition like a beast. However, if he meets the animal trainer of fate, he will be "unfortunate".

It has become an obedient tiger that can be made round or flat, and can be kneaded at will.

For example, Zhao Changan met Li Shiya.

Her mother, Zhang Lishan, was used to being industrious in her limbs before, but in Li Shiya's hands, within a few years she became an expert at washing, cooking, massaging, and tying hair.

"Don't bully a young man into being poor. What you said makes no sense."

Zhao Shubin immediately pointed out Zhao Changan's language problem: "The most I can say is don't underestimate people."

"Haha, don't get me started. I've always wanted to find a chance to say this, but I never got the chance. I'm almost suffocated. Take it out first and practice speaking."

Zhao Changan had a mischievous smile on his face.

"Why practice talking?"

Jiang Jie happened to come over to talk to Zhang Lishan.

"Chang'an said we would go back to eat tomorrow night. Whatever we want to eat, he will make it, haha~"

Zhang Lishan couldn't help laughing as she said this: "His father didn't believe it. He said don't bully young people into poverty."

However, Jiang Jie's eyes lit up and she said with a smile: "What do you want to do, Chang'an? My aunt gets off work earlier than your mother in the evening, so I'll go buy it."

"Jiang Jie, do you really believe what he says? It just so happens that our families haven't gotten together since the New Year. Isn't it okay tomorrow night? Let's have some fun at home."

"This is a good suggestion. Chang'an has not seen its end for more than a year, right?"

"I'll take the west gate. Your family lives by the east gate. The road is different."

"Then the relationship is good, tell me, what kind of food do you want to buy?"

"How can I let you buy groceries? This is not a slap in Lao Zhao's face."

Zhao Shubin had a dull look on his face, 'How can you hit me in the face?'

Zhang Lishan quickly stopped with a smile: "Now that Xiaofang is helping me, I don't have to get off work until eight or nine o'clock."

"Aunt Zhang, you can leave after we make dinner tomorrow night. I will do the rest."

Fang Yinglan, a helper recruited from a village west of Shigao, was all smiles.

"This is a matter between me and Chang'an, Zhang Lishan, please don't get involved."

Jiang Jie knew that she, a sister, had to save money for her son's tuition, so of course she was not willing to let her spend more money.

At this time, several people stopped talking and joking when they saw the foreman Huang Yiqun approaching.

"Tomorrow's lunch meal will be better, um, stewed pork ribs, stewed beef, -"

Huang Yiqun said a few tough dishes: "We are short of manpower. Jiang Jie, come over and fill in for the whole lunch. Old Zhao and your man will join hands."

"Huang Gong, what's going to happen tomorrow?"

Since Huang Yiqun received Niu Mengen's instructions that day, he has become familiar with Zhao Shubin and Xia Changhai, and he no longer always puts on an air of disdain.

"Mr. Niu's wife is coming over tomorrow, the big host of the provincial station."

Huang Yiqun glanced at Zhao Chang'an as if unintentionally: "Your son is Xiao Zhou tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, this is also a human hand."

Zhang Lishan looked at her son with a smile, thinking that she had been eating for nothing these days, so she should do a favor: "Weren't you still blowing just now, can you try it at noon tomorrow?"

Huang Yiqun was stunned for a moment, his face a little stiff.

"Uncle Huang, I won't be able to come over to help tomorrow. I made an agreement with my classmate to go to his place for lunch at noon."

Zhao Changan has been wandering around the world for ten or twenty years, and he saw Huang Yiqun's face, and then thought about Shan Cai calling him for no reason in the morning.

You can roughly understand what it means.

"Okay, okay, young people should run around more; you don't want to come over at noon tomorrow. You want to try your hand. There will be opportunities in the future."
Chapter completed!