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Chapter 30 With food in hand, there are all kinds of handsome guys
While the mother and son were talking, Zhao Zhenhua walked over patting the grass clippings on his body, saw Song Hongguo, and greeted with a smile, "Cousin, are you back?"

Don't look at him working all morning for nothing, tired and hungry, but he is happy in his heart. His father is almost stunned by worry about the 200 yuan owed by the team. Now it is finally resolved. He is very grateful to Song Hongguo of.

This is the God of Wealth who sends money to your door, can you be friendly?

Song Hongguo was also very grateful to see him working so hard, "Thank you, cousin."

"You're welcome, we're all family." He turned his head and shouted into the distance, "Yonghui, don't do it, go back to have dinner first, and we'll talk about it in the afternoon."

After he finished shouting, he explained to Song Hongguo in a low voice, "Yonghui's house is not far from your place, the first house diagonally across is the one, and it can be regarded as a close neighbor. My father asked him to help him. He is diligent and quick at work. I learned carpentry from Uncle Cheng, that's... well, don't think too much about it, and don't talk about it."

He spoke vaguely and his expression was dark, but Song Hongguo figured it out after a little thought, this was called Yonghui.

Song Hongguo knew what was going on, and nodded. The man had already come from a distance. He was tall and wore a gray cotton jacket.

When he got close, Song Hongguo could see his face clearly. It was very thin, and there was a scar at the end of his eyebrows, which made him look a little unapproachable, but it didn't hurt his handsomeness, but his eyes were like the dead sea, without a trace of youth. people's vigor.

"Yonghui, this is my aunt's cousin. Well, she bought this house." Zhao Zhenhua introduced to the two of them, and what he said was also vague. After all, Song Hongguo's identity is too easy to provoke. People gossip.

Qiao Yonghui just nodded silently as a response.

Song Hongguo didn't have much to say, and said "Thank you" with an embarrassed yet polite smile.

The atmosphere suddenly froze for no reason, Zhao Zhenhua scratched his head, and was about to find something to say when Qiao Yonghui spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, "I'm going back."

This was said to Zhao Zhenhua, and Zhao Zhenhua nodded subconsciously, "Ah, okay, then what, are you coming this afternoon?"

"Ah."

When he crossed the threshold, Song Hongguo thought of something and quickly stopped him, "Wait."

Qiao Yonghui stopped, but didn't look at her.

Song Hongguo stopped the person, but struggled with how to express it, "Then what, I'm really sorry for letting you come over to work, look..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted, "Uncle Zhao asked me to come."

The implication is that I work for Uncle Zhao and have nothing to do with you.

Song Hongguo, "..."

After his own charm was frustrated by Huo Minglou, is this being ignored again?

She just doesn't want to owe favors, and just wants to ask tactfully how to repay them. As for avoiding them so much?
Zhao Zhenhua laughed dryly, rolled his eyes around the net bag she was carrying, and had an idea, "Cousin, what did you buy?"

"...Meat buns."

Zhao Zhenhua swallowed subconsciously, "Well, Yonghui has to work hard in the afternoon. The rules in our team are to help with the work for a day or two, and just give money to outsiders and take care of the meals."

Hearing this, Song Hongguo breathed a sigh of relief, and she pulled open the net bag without hesitation. Fortunately, she bought a lot before, and she grabbed two at once, and then felt embarrassed again.

There is no bag.

But Qiao Yonghui was surprised. The buns made of pure white flour were not mixed with anything. They were white and soft, exuding a rich meaty aroma, which really stimulated people's taste buds.

Who can afford pure white noodles these days?They are all sweet potato noodles and corn noodles, mixed with wild vegetables or bran. Because of the drought for two consecutive years, some people began to dig tree roots, chop bark and grind them to satisfy their hunger at the beginning of this year.

It is conceivable how strong the visual impact these two meat buns can bring.

Qiao Yonghui couldn't be more proud in his bones. Even if he is crushed into the dust now, he has never lost his ambition. However, at this moment, he thought of his sick grandma, his sister and nephew whose legs were weak from hunger, and said no to that refusal. exit.

"Take it, take it!" Zhao Zhenhua restrained his excitement, and forcefully stuffed the bun into Qiao Yonghui's hand, "Take it back and give it to Grandma Qiao and Xiao Xu."

Qiao Yonghui's throat was dry, and he forced out a word after a while, "Mmm."

"Take two more, and cabbage oil residue..." Song Hongguo grabbed two more buns and wanted to hand them to him.

However, the moment her fingers touched him, he seemed to be burned, and hurriedly said, "No need", and rushed down the steps in two or three steps, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Song Hongguo was stunned, what did she do to him?How is it like running away?
"You're flirting." The system popped up out of nowhere.

"...Do you use steamed buns to flirt?" Song Hongguo was speechless, it was so rare, it was the first time she had heard of it.

"You used sugar to flirt with Huo Minglou before, didn't you succeed in getting people to flirt with you?" The system said confidently, "In these days, food is scarce, and using food to flirt with men is more effective than any other means."

"..."

"Now you know the importance of this system? As long as you have food in hand, you can have any handsome guy you want."

Song Hongguo couldn't hold it back, and the corner of her mouth twitched. Seeing that Zhao Zhenhua was still staring at the two undelivered buns in her hand, the light in her eyes was about to turn into substance, so she handed it to him, "Cousin is tired too. It's already morning, why don't you have a pad first?"

Zhao Zhenhua really wanted to eat it, his mouth was secreting saliva like crazy, but he still gritted his teeth and controlled it, "Wait, eat later."

If he eats now, his father will definitely beat him to death knowing that he is so worthless.

Song Hongguo didn't know that just eating a steamed stuffed bun could rise to the point where he could be successful, but she saw that he still had dirt on his hands, so she didn't persuade him any more.

After locking the door, several people went to Zhao's house.

Zhao’s family had already prepared the meal. There was a table on the kang, and a table on the bottom of the kang. On each low table was a grate woven from sorghum stalks, with piles of steamed buns piled on top. It's green or not, and I don't know what ingredients are used to make it. In addition, I also gathered four dishes, a pot of stewed cabbage, a plate of fried radish strips, a bowl of spicy lumps, and a bowl of pickled cucumbers.

There is no oil in every dish, but right now, it is not easy to get these out, which also reflects the Zhao family's attitude towards Song Hongguo from the side.

I don't know if they are close or not, but they must be very important.

Of course, it may also be because of the sugar and cigarettes that opened the way, and bought that house to solve the big problem for Zhao Baoqing, so she was treated as a guest, and after she took out the meat buns and pastries, this value was even more important one floor.

(End of this chapter)