"Eat, eat?"

Before Qiao Qiao could say anything, the observant old village chief suddenly barged in and said, "Don't force me to stab you with a pair of scissors on this happy day!"

“…”

Wang Mapi retreated strategically, revealing a brilliant smile. "Not that bad... Not that bad, Village Chief..."

"Not really."

The young branch secretary had obviously heard the conversation and came over with a smile to smooth things over.

Just when Wang Mapi breathed a sigh of relief, the old village chief was still a little dissatisfied, thinking that the young branch secretary was a good person in every way except that he was too soft-hearted.

Everyone then heard the young branch secretary continue speaking.

"Although I know you're worried about Director Wang and don't want him to spend money, we do have a custom of treating everyone to a big meal when a project is completed. Since Director Wang is so willing, how can we discourage him?"

“We need to give young people more opportunities.”

“…”

After a moment of silence, Wang Mapi's smile froze on his face.

Qiao Qiao and others looked at the young branch secretary with admiration and couldn't help laughing.

Meanwhile, the villagers looked around, watched Wang Mapi admit defeat and pay, then looked at the overly low-key leader, Chen Dingrong, standing nearby. "Director Chen, the event is over, why are you still here?"

There was disdain in his tone.

Chen Dingrong, who had just been laughing at Wang Mapi with everyone else, said: "..."

What’s the matter? Director Chen also wants to join the feast. Is that not allowed?

His smile disappeared along with Wang Mapi, and he looked at the young branch secretary with resentment.

At this time, the young branch secretary's emotional intelligence also improved, and he immediately began to criticize his fellow villagers.

"I'm concerned about Director Chen's busy work, so I'm concerned about Director Chen. How can you speak so unofficially?"

"We should obviously ask... Director Chen, you're so busy with work, would you like us to send a car to take you to the next site before you start work this afternoon?"

"After all, our road has been repaired, so riding a tractor is definitely faster than before!"

Chen Dingrong: “…”

Good boy, others just don’t let me have lunch here, but when you open your mouth, it means you don’t want me to have lunch either!

He felt the genuine care of the villagers, and once again silently said, "A prime minister has a broad mind," and left angrily.

Qiao Qiao felt a little sympathetic towards him after seeing this.

"No... Although he's a little mentally ill, he's also very dedicated to the public good... so he's not that annoying, is he?"

She moved closer to the old village chief.

The old village chief quietly glared at Qiao Qiao and the thick briefcase in Chen Dingrong's hand, and said some true words.

"We're not worried about him eating, we're worried about him not eating... He insists on stuffing all the plans and studies in his briefcase into our heads all at once!"

"You don't know, this guy is really serious and responsible. He's been here since the road was completed two days ago!"

"He's already here, explaining policy to us... Not only us, but even a progressive person like the young Party Secretary can't stand him!"

"...Besides, didn't we agree before that we would go and burn incense to the ancestors after dinner?"

"He's a big leader, he must believe in science. How can you have the nerve to go with him around?"

Qiao Qiao: “…”

Qiao Qiao was embarrassed to say that Chen Dingrong was even more pious than the old village chief when it came to worshipping the ancestor.

After the ribbon-cutting ceremony, she completely forgot about the matter and happily returned to the village with everyone for a banquet.

As for the meal we had before?

Oh, it’s been an hour, it doesn’t count, it doesn’t count!

Just as Qiao Qiao was enjoying the meal, Mr. Li, who had been secretly living in a shabby little hotel in Qingshan Town since he said he wanted to meet Qiao Qiao, received a notice from Wang Mapi and rushed to Qingshan Village in a car with his men.

A moment later, he was so excited that, as arranged by Wang Mapi, he sat at the same table with Qiao Qiao.

Well, the table is twelve meters long. Qiao Qiao sits at one end and he sits at the other. Even when they talk... they have to shout.

“…”

Of course, since Qiao Qiao was too obsessed with food at the moment, even if Mr. Li stood up and yelled at him, Qiao Qiao might not pay any attention to him.

"...are you kidding me?"

Mr. Li came in with great enthusiasm, but sat down with a stiff expression, feeling a surge of anger rising to his head.

Wang Mapi, who was standing aside, felt guilty, innocent, and even a little aggrieved.

I've already paid for the meal, what else do you want?

"Just tell me, are you and Master Qiao sitting at the same table now?"

Mr. Li: “…”

This time, Mr. Li was not furious. He was so angry that he took several quick-acting heart pills. He kept saying "you, you, you..." for a long time but couldn't make any sense. He was lifted up by his subordinates and carried away.

They want to send Mr. Li to the hospital for emergency treatment!

At this moment, a dead pig that had just been slaughtered, with its head drooping, was carried over from the opposite direction by four villagers in the same posture, holding its four hooves.

The two groups of people crossed each other, and two pairs of almost equally chaotic eyes looked at each other unconsciously, as if telling countless stories in that moment.

“…”

At this moment, both those who were carrying the pig and those who were carrying the people fell silent.

"Horse hide..."

"This guy... is the one you invited to perform the pig opera?"

"Hey, don't tell me, the acting is quite realistic."

"puff……"

Oh no, this time Old Li stopped talking and was so angry at the old village chief's questioning that he vomited blood.

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