Chapter 508 Lin Guohuai's Arrival

Chapter 508 Lin Guohuai's Arrival

The excitement of the celebration, as brilliant as fireworks, gradually dissipated, and Zhoujiazhuang returned to its former quiet and orderly pace of life.

Zhou Yimin has had a rare period of free time during this period. Without the busy tasks at the steel plant, and without having to worry about major affairs in the village for the time being, his life is quite comfortable.

He often stayed at home, either fiddling with the rare toys he bought from the old folks or going out for a stroll in the village.

Chat with fellow villagers, and occasionally go out of the village to walk around the surrounding areas to experience the customs and practices of different places.

It was a sunny day and the breeze was blowing through the trees in the village, rustling the leaves.

At the entrance of Zhoujiazhuang village, several security team members were on duty bored.

Suddenly, a familiar figure walked towards the village entrance. It was Lin Guohuai. As a staff member of the commune, Lin Guohuai often went to Zhoujiazhuang for various affairs, so the security team members had a deep impression of him.

Lin Guohuai, with a smile on his face, strode up to the security team members and skillfully took out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket.

In that era of material scarcity, Daqianmen cigarettes were a rare commodity. The security team members' attention was instantly attracted to them, with surprise and expectation flashing in their eyes.

Lin Guohuai smiled and asked, "Where is your sixteenth uncle?"

The security team members were a little overwhelmed by this sudden "surprise". After hearing the question, they hurriedly stammered and answered: "Uncle Sixteen should be at home now!"

They knew that there were no major projects in the village that required Zhou Yimin's help, so he stayed at home most of the time.

After getting the answer he wanted, Lin Guohuai generously threw the pack of Daqianmen cigarettes to the security team members.

The team members excitedly took the cigarettes, their faces filled with satisfied smiles, and they kept saying words of thanks.

Lin Guohuai waved his hand and walked straight towards Zhou Yimin's house.

Arriving at Zhou Yimin's door, Lin Guohuai raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Zhou Yimin heard a knock on the door, got up and opened it, and saw Lin Guohuai standing at the door. He smiled teasingly and said, "Hey, busy man, how come you have time to come to see me today!"

Lin Guohuai is not a young man who is easily teased. He smiled and responded slowly: "No matter how busy I am, how can I be busier than you, Yimin! You are a great man in our area. One moment you help build roads in the village, and the next moment you show your skills at the steel plant."

The two smiled at each other, and then Zhou Yimin welcomed Lin Guohuai into the house.

As soon as Lin Guohuai sat down, his eyes were attracted by the scene outside the window.

He asked in confusion: "Also, when was the road built in Zhoujiazhuang?"

When he first walked into the village, he almost thought he had come to the wrong place.

The dilapidated and bumpy roads in my memory have now become smooth concrete roads.

Even in the old city, some remote corners may not have such smooth concrete roads.

In addition to the cement roads in Zhoujiazhuang, the non-cement roads can be seen to have been compacted by heavy objects, otherwise they would not be so flat.

Zhou Yimin smiled and replied, "It was just finished a few days ago. It took nearly three months to repair."

After hearing this, Lin Guohuai couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised sincerely: "Amazing."

He knew in his heart that Zhou Yimin must have played a crucial role in the road construction in Zhoujiazhuang.

After all, it would be difficult for an ordinary village to build such a good road relying solely on its own strength, he firmly believed this.

The two chatted for a while about family matters, from the changes in the village to the recent weather, and the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

After a while, Lin Guohuai finally got to the point of his visit. His expression became serious and he said, "The commune's feed factory has been built. Secretary Huang would like to ask you to help guide it."

The previous feed processing plant in Zhoujiazhuang was also completed under the guidance of Zhou Yimin. Now that the commune’s feed factory has been built, they thought of asking Zhou Yimin to see if there is anything that needs to be improved. After all, Zhou Yimin has unique insights and rich experience in this area.

After hearing this, Zhou Yimin thought about it for a moment and nodded in agreement.

He knew that establishing good relations with the commune would bring many benefits to the village and himself, and that helping the commune improve its feed factory would also indirectly promote the development of surrounding areas.

When Lin Guohuai saw Zhou Yimin agreed, his slightly frowned brows instantly relaxed, as if a huge stone had been lifted off his shoulders and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Zhou Yimin smiled and said, "Stay for dinner?"

Lin Guohuai instinctively wanted to refuse. After all, he had come here for work. But when he thought of the famous sumptuous meals at Zhou Yimin's house, he swallowed the refusal that was on the tip of his tongue and nodded quickly, saying, "Then I won't be polite."

Zhou Yimin turned and walked into the kitchen, ready to show off his skills to Lin Guohuai.

In the kitchen, Zhou Yimin skillfully put on an apron and started to get busy.

He took out fresh ingredients from the cupboard, including tender green vegetables, lean and fatty pork, and some wild mushrooms picked from the mountains.

He first cut the pork into thin slices, put it in a bowl, added appropriate amounts of salt, soy sauce, cooking wine and other seasonings and marinated for a while.

Then he lit the stove and poured a tablespoon of oil into the pot.

In that era when oil was considered a precious commodity, Zhou Yimin's generosity in using oil to cook was enough to show how much he valued Lin Guohuai.

After the oil was hot, Zhou Yimin poured the marinated pork into the pot. Instantly, the pot made a sizzling sound and the rich aroma of meat filled the air.

He stir-fried the pork skillfully, and when the pork changed color, he added the chopped vegetables and wild mushrooms and continued to stir-fry.

As he flipped the spatula in his hand, the ingredients kept changing positions in the pot, emitting an enticing aroma.

After a while, a dish of fried meat with good color, aroma and taste was ready.

Zhou Yimin put the dishes on the plate with a satisfied smile on his face.

Afterwards, he went on to make a few more dishes, each of which he poured his heart and soul into.

After a busy period, Zhou Yimin walked out of the kitchen carrying several plates of his most satisfying works.

Lin Guohuai was sitting in the living room, already drooling at the aroma.

He looked at the dishes Zhou Yimin brought out, which were bright in color and fragrant in aroma, and couldn't help but once again admire Zhou Yimin's generosity.

In fact, it’s not that Zhou Yimin’s cooking skills are so superb, it’s just that in this era, most people are reluctant to use oil when cooking, but Zhou Yimin is willing to use oil when cooking, so naturally the dishes he makes taste exceptionally good.

Zhou Yimin placed the dishes on the table one by one, and took out a bottle of Moutai from the cupboard.

Lin Guohuai's eyes were instantly attracted by the bottle of Moutai. He said in surprise: "Yimin, you still have such a good thing. You should have taken it out long ago."

At this time, Zhou Yimin's grandfather heard the sound and came over.

When the old man saw Moutai, his eyes lit up and he quickly took a cup and prepared to pour himself a glass.

Just as the old man picked up the bottle and prepared to pour the wine, Zhou Yimin's grandmother coughed twice.

When Zhou Yimin heard his grandmother's cough, he immediately understood what she meant.

He knew that his grandfather was in poor health and should not drink too much, so he hurriedly took the Moutai from the old man and poured a little into the old man's glass.

The old man looked at the little bit of wine in the cup and felt that it was not even enough to rinse his mouth, so he hurriedly called out, "Yimin, my dear grandson, pour some more."

Zhou Yimin looked at his grandmother's face, which showed worry and determination. He shook his head decisively and said, "Grandpa, you are not in good health, so don't drink so much."

After saying that, he poured Lin Guohuai a full cup.

When Lin Guohuai saw this scene, he understood what was going on, but he dared not make a sound, for fear that any sound he made would become the fuse that triggered a "small conflict" in the family.

Although the old man was somewhat unwilling, he also knew that his grandson was doing it for his own good, so he could only mutter a few words helplessly.

Afterwards, the four of them sat around the dining table and began to enjoy this sumptuous lunch.

Lin Guohuai picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth. The tender texture and rich flavor instantly spread on the tip of his tongue. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said to Zhou Yimin: "Yimin, with your cooking skills, it would be a pity if you didn't open a restaurant."

Zhou Yimin smiled and waved his hands, saying, "It's just a daily routine. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

While the four of them were eating, Zhou Yimin and Lin Guohuai continued to chat, and the topic shifted from the feed factory to the future development of the village.

The lunch was particularly wonderful in the warm atmosphere.

After "finishing" all the food on the table, Lin Guohuai lay down on the chair with satisfaction.

"Yimin, this is the most delicious meal I have had recently."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Guohuai couldn't help but burped, and he quickly covered his mouth.

He was afraid that the hiccups would be heard by Zhou Yimin and the others.

(End of this chapter)

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