Zhou Yong quickly left with the mushrooms, and when he left, Jiang Shixun gave him a bottle of wine.

He drove all the way back to the city without even going home. He went to the train station first, took most of the mushrooms, found the canteen manager, and showed them the quality of the mushrooms.

Unfortunately, after the bumpy ride, the good mushrooms had been ruined beyond recognition, and Zhou Yong felt sad just looking at it.

He tried to explain to the people in the cafeteria: "Don't look at it as wilted now, it was very fresh when it was just picked, and it tasted very good.

If you don't believe me, you can try making it yourself and see how it tastes. I think it tastes really good. These mushrooms are grown by a production team down the road. I've personally visited the farm and the environment is very good and clean.

"No, they gave me some because I said I wanted to give it to the people in the cafeteria to try. If it weren't for that, they definitely wouldn't have given it to me."

The person in charge of the cafeteria looked at the mushrooms and nodded. "Okay, I'll have someone make them and try them later. If they taste really good, I'll send someone over to take a look tomorrow."

If the product is really good and the price is right, they will definitely buy it. After all, it doesn't matter whose it is.

When Zhou Yong heard him say this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then took the remaining mushrooms back home, intending to let his family try them too.

When he brought the mushrooms home and told his family about Jiang Shixun growing mushrooms, the Zhou family was very surprised.

Mr. Zhou praised, "You have a good friend. You actually know how to grow mushrooms. And you didn't keep it to yourself. You even taught the villagers to grow mushrooms. That's great!"

Zhou Yong said excitedly: "I also think that Comrade Jiang is really good. He is a very capable person!"

Zhou Weiguo glanced at him dissatisfiedly: "Since you know this, you should study hard and stop fooling around all day!"

Zhou Yong felt aggrieved: "I wasn't fooling around. How was I fooling around?"

Grandma Zhou glared at her son warningly and said unhappily, "What are you guys arguing about?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Mr. Zhou immediately looked at Zhou Weiguo with a warning, which frightened Zhou Weiguo so much that he immediately dared not scold Zhou Yong anymore. Zhou Yong saw this and felt secretly happy.

But he didn't dare say it, otherwise if Zhou Weiguo saw it, he would definitely beat him!

But what he never expected was that Hu Zi was actually a little traitor!

Hu Zi looked at Grandma Zhou excitedly: "Grandma, let me tell you, Uncle Jiang's cooking is delicious, even better than Dad's! Dad even drank alcohol today!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the three elders of the Zhou family immediately looked at Zhou Yong with dissatisfaction.

Xu Xiuying was not in the living room, but in the kitchen, otherwise she would definitely be there.

Mr. Zhou's face was stern and serious. "You've been drinking? What did I tell you when you left the house? You can't drink and drive. Have you forgotten?"

Zhou Yong quickly said, "Grandpa, don't be angry. How could I dare to forget? I only took a small sip, really just a small cup! Comrade Jiang knew I was going to drive, so he didn't let me drink more.

It was just that the wine tasted good today, so he poured me a small glass and let me taste it. The alcohol content wasn't high, so it didn't make me drunk at all. And after I finished drinking it, I rested there for almost three hours before driving, so the effects of the alcohol had long worn off.

The three of them were finally satisfied.

Zhou Yong was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Hu Zi said, "Uncle Jiang also gave Dad a bottle of wine!"

He suddenly had a very bad feeling!