Zhou Liyi explained: "I didn't know she was my mother's savior..."

Principal Zhou: "Now you know."

Zhou Liyi nodded: "Yes, I understand. Please come in, young comrade. I was rude just now. I apologize to you."

Zhou Liyi clenched his fists and bowed to Song Ruan in an old-fashioned manner.

"When I was away, your 100-year-old ginseng saved my mother. I owe you a favor."

Song Ruan was forced to do something and awkwardly returned the greeting, "You're too polite."

"Well, that's pretty good." Principal Zhou smiled at his son with satisfaction.

Then he turned around and said, "Come on, Comrade Song Ruan, let's go inside and talk."

"Oh, okay." Song Ruan nodded and prepared to pick up the small jar of meat on the ground.

Zhou Liyi walked over quickly and took it first, "Let me take it."

"Oh, thank you." Song Ruan was a little surprised by the change in the man's attitude.

"You're welcome. I should be the one thanking you."

Song Ruan was almost embarrassed by their family's thanks.

"Regarding the matter of ginseng, I sold it to your father just to make more money. Please don't say that I owe him a favor."

When Zhou Liyi heard Song Ruan say frankly that it was for the purpose of selling it for more money, he suddenly felt a good impression of her.

"I mean what I say. I owe you this favor. If you can ask me for a favor in the future, I will do my best as long as it does not violate moral principles."

Song Ruan: "...Really, no need."

Mrs. Zhou looked at the two people in front of her with a kind smile and supported them appropriately.

"Little comrade, I am alive because of your ginseng. This is fate. You don't have to refuse. My son doesn't have any other strengths, but fortunately he is the deputy director of the food factory, so he is still useful."

Song Ruan was shocked. Mrs. Zhou was too modest. What did she mean by "still of some use"?

As the deputy director of a food factory, others would probably try their best to get close to him. No wonder this person was so defensive against her at the beginning.

Thinking of this, Song Ruan suddenly paused and asked, "Brother Zhou, does your food factory do food packaging?"

Zhou Liyi nodded, "Of course."

“So how do you package your food?”

Although Zhou Liyi didn't know why a little girl would be interested in these things, he still answered honestly: "It depends on the situation. Ordinary food packaging is handmade, and now we also introduce foreign machines to make some outer packaging like iron boxes."

Song Ruan's eyes lit up when he heard this. When private business is allowed in the future, their family will definitely produce food in large quantities, and mechanized packaging will be indispensable at that time.

"Brother Zhou, I may have something to ask you in the future."

"Is it about packaging?" Zhou Liyi understood and did not refuse. "I still say the same thing. As long as it does not violate ethics, I will do my best."

"Violating morality is definitely not allowed." Song Ruan's eyes were sparkling.

"Brother Zhou, they say words are not enough, so do you think we should... write it down and sign it or something?"

Zhou Liyi: “…”

"I just happen to have some paper and a pen in my bag." Song Ruan opened the bag and rummaged through it, then took out a notebook and a pen and handed them over, "Here you go."

Zhou Liyi: “…”

“…How should I write it?”

"Then I'll read it and you write it." Song Ruan said shamelessly.

Mrs. Zhou was happy to see her unintelligent son being so engaged in a conversation with a girl, and signaled to her husband.

"Mr. Zhou, our son is so old and has been busy with work and hasn't married yet, but today he seems to be getting along so well with this young man. Do you think there is a chance for them to be together?"

Principal Zhou looked up and replied, "Don't let your imagination run wild. The young comrade is married."

He had heard about it all at school.

Mrs. Zhou felt a little regretful: "Married? That's a pity. I really like this girl. She's pretty and has good character..."

Zhou Liyi didn't hear what Mrs. Zhou said, otherwise he would definitely let his mother see what the girl she liked asked him to write...

Song Ruan didn't know what other people were thinking. She was the happiest one. She didn't expect that she would gain a lot by taking things to honor the principal.

In the afternoon, she packed her things and rushed to the gathering point on the street, ready to go back with the village tractor.

Because it was vacation and she would go back to the village, she brought a lot of things with her.

Song's mother and Yang's mother were also big shoppers. They bought a lot of things in big and small bags, so when they went back, most of the things on the tractor were what they bought.

This is naturally an eye-catching landscape.

When we returned to the village, Wu Xing, Song Wen and others came out to help carry things.

Zhang Caihong watched this scene from a distance and couldn't help feeling unwilling.

This Wu Xing was nothing in Xishui Village before. She was just a person who was abused by her stepmother. She had nothing to eat and nothing to wear.

But since she married Song Wen, her fate seemed to have changed. Now she has no worries about food and clothing, and her complexion is rosy and radiant.

All of this should have belonged to her.

In the evening, after dinner, Zhang Caihong finally found an opportunity to stop Song Wen who was going out alone.