Wu Yingxiong said it lightly, but in fact, this burden of food took him a lot of effort. △↗w. In fact, he had been discharged from the hospital long ago and returned to his hometown in the middle. Half a month ago, he returned to the capital. While working, he stayed at Xue Xiang’s family and helped protect the house.

In particular, after he became familiar with Xue Xiang's activity rules, he would watch from the high point near the courtyard before and after dinner. If he found smoke from the chimney, Wu Yingxiong knew that his performance time was up.

Indeed, he deliberately clinged to Xue Xiang, but he also knew the worldly ways. He understood that no matter how good his friendship was, he would be weak if he was squandered. What's more, he and Xue Xiang could not have a relationship. It was him, Wu, who risked his life to make some good relationships, and he really couldn't afford to squander.

Therefore, he refused to come directly to Xue Xiang, hoping to get the opportunity to keep some useful things to work.

Wu Yingxiong saw this young leader. He was born in a good family and was a nobleman who could not do it well. What could he do to give him?

Fortunately, this person is very smart and knows that he is going wrong, so he puts his ideas on Xue Xiang's life logistics.

After watching for several days, Xue Xiangji had not returned home to have a meal. Since Wu Yingxiong was determined, he did not think of retreating and continued to wait.

Until this time, when I saw the towering chimneys in the courtyard, smoke from cooking fires came out. Wu Yingxiong was as if he had a treasure and ran downstairs.

Immediately, he ordered Wang Mazi and his wife who had already been called to prepare the food. So, Xue Xiang's stove fire was lit. Before the water was boiling, Wu Yingxiong came with a food box.

Xue Xiang didn’t know whether Wang Mazi’s ancestors really had an imperial chef, but in Xue Xiang’s view, Wang Mazi’s Shandong cuisine did have its own characteristics.

The knife skills are exquisite, the techniques are comprehensive, and the seasoning is peaceful. The heat is rigorous, fresh, fragrant, crisp and tender, and it deeply captures the essence of Shandong cuisine.

Seeing that Xue Xiang was eating sweetly, Wu Yingxiong felt soft and smiled apologized, "If the leader eats well, I'll give it to you later."

Xue Xiang is not pretentious. Eating dinner every night is indeed a problem. He is lazy. If he is not his younger brother and sister, he will not be willing to cook easily, and Wu Yingxiong is willing to do this, no matter how good it is.

At that moment, Xue Xiang took out a lot of money. About a hundred pictures were taken on the Eight Immortals table. When Wu Yingxiong saw this, he waved his hand and stopped his nonsense. "It's natural to give money to eat, Lao Wu. In other words, you and I are also acquaintances. Everything is good. I do work in the government department. In fact, I am just a small cadre and I can help you. Of course, since we have this fate, we are friends. If we are friends, we have to help each other. If you take this money, it will be my food expenses."

"But there are too many, too many..." Wu Yingxiong waved his hands repeatedly, a little incoherent. He really didn't want the money. It seemed that once he received it, his relationship with Xue Xiang would be weaker.

Xue Xiang waved his hand and said, "Listen to me first. I understand your current situation. Although I can only be considered a regular businessman, it is not a long-term solution. If you serve me dinner, we will take a long-term cooperation. This thousand yuan is my food expense. I think Wang Mazi's skills are good. You can buy a 1,000 yuan in his shop. First, you can expand your business and earn some money. Second, the wealth will not flow to outsiders' fields. I have a good place to pay for this food expense. You think it's good."

Xue Xiang knew Wu Yingxiong’s thoughts and saw a big tree and attached it to him. It was a normal human nature and there was nothing to blame.

This person is of average character and has a super-human character, but he is a talent that can be made. Since he has a good relationship, Xue Xiang will help him.

After brushing it, Wu Yingxiong's eyes immediately turned red. Just as he was about to say something grateful, Xue Xiang said, "I won't say nonsense. If you want, just put the money on it. If you don't want to, don't send me food in the future."

"I am willing, thank you, the leader, I will definitely live up to my expectations."

After Wu Yingxiong said twitchingly, he picked up the money, put it in his pocket, and bowed deeply to Xue Xiang, "Thank you, leader, you rest, I'll come back."

As he said that, he quickly packed up the dishes and wiped the table, and waited for farewell. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "I have something to tell the leader. In the past few days, two people have come to wander around at your doorstep. One is the old gambling stick, and the other is a young man with long hair. Mu Chunbo must be thief and still care about this house. I have followed that young man and entered Galaxy Building Materials Company. I don't know what he is doing. In short, the night owl comes to the house and has nothing to do. Leader, please keep some god!"

Xue Xiang nodded and thought to himself, "It's fine if Mu Chunbo is fine. The land is holding a house deed and living a life without any intention. If you don't want to mess with the house, that's really a ghost. As for the young man with long hair, Xue Xiang can't figure out why he's so worried recently. Fortunately, it's all a trivial matter, and it's fine if he knows that there is such a thing."

At that moment, thanked Wu Yingxiong, took out the keychain, took out a door key and threw it to him, and greeted him with time to come over and help with the housework.

Wu Yingxiong accepted it as if he was holding an imperial edict and left happily.

Xue Xiang dialed a phone number, soaked in a pot of Dahongpao, and walked towards the yard with him.

At that time, the sunset had already set, the sunset faded, and there was only a trace of redness left in the white light of the west. The evening breeze suddenly rose, the bamboo forest rustled, the falling flowers flew, and the summer heat disappeared.

Xue Xiang picked up a teapot and sat in the stone bench surrounded by the reception garden. The fragrance of flowers was filled with the breeze, which made people feel drifting.

Every time he sat here, Xue Laosan couldn't help but admire the original director's wonderful thoughts. A woman with such a delicate mind should be a wonderful person. She cherishes her, and she has passed away and is jealous of her beauty.

Xue Laosan picked up the tea and poured it on the ground to talk to him as a tribute.

With a whimper, the door was pushed open. Qi Rusheng, dressed in Zhongshan suit, stepped in, looked around, and smiled, "This is really where you live. In fact, just smelling the smell outside, I basically guess what it looks like inside. You, this elegant temper, I'm afraid you can't change it." As he spoke, he stepped into the garden and sat on the stone bench opposite Xue Xiang.

Xue Xiang picked up the purple clay pot and filled the purple clay cup in front of him with clear tea soup, and smiled, "This is not a hobby of smoking, drinking, and harming the body. What should I do? Do you want everyone to live a precise life like your old friend, like a machine? That kind of life is boring!"
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