Although the name of the People's Hotel has the word "People" in its name, the hotel is quite large and has a bit of a government nature. To order food there, one needs to show their work ID.
Of course, the food looks and tastes great.
Sun Youmin ordered all Shanghai specialties, which were sweet in taste. Even Li Jinfeng, who liked spicy food, was conquered by them.
Sun Youmin looked at Li Jinfeng, who was enjoying her meal, and breathed a sigh of relief. "I heard from Old Lu that Comrade Li is from the south, the same place as the leader, and he prefers spicy food. When we ordered the dishes, I was worried that you might not be able to get used to it, but now I'm relieved!"
Li Jinfeng smiled and said, "Although I have a preference, I'll get used to it. I'm in Jiangbei, and I don't eat spicy food every day."
Sun Youmin smiled. "Speaking of habits, I have to talk about my wife's niece. She was born and raised in Shanghai and originally only ate rice. But after living in the northwest for a few years, she's actually gotten used to noodles. She's even said to be an expert at making hand-rolled noodles. They're so delicious you could bite your tongue off."
When Sun Youmin said this, Li Jinfeng also thought of someone - He Xin.
She is from Shanghai. When she first went to Ganlan, she couldn't do any housework, especially cooking. She was almost an idiot.
I also couldn't get used to the noodles at Ganlan's place, so I was so happy to eat white rice at her place that I almost cried.
Later, she often asked He Xin to learn cooking from her, and he actually learned how to make hand-rolled noodles quite well.
Thinking of He Xin, Li Jinfeng couldn't help but think about her and Ermao.
Last year, He Xin sent her a letter saying that everything was fine and that Ermao was valued by Captain Jiang. As for herself, if nothing unexpected happened, she should be able to get a recommendation for admission this year.
The smile on Li Jinfeng's face was too bright, not to mention Lu Jianguo, the corners of his mouth also curled up.
Sun Youmin couldn't help but ask, "Comrade Li seems very happy. Is he thinking of something? I wonder if..."
Don't be fooled by Sun Youmin's serious look now, he is actually very gossipy.
In his opinion, the person in front of him was not much different from the little girl.
Compared to his wife's niece, she probably won't lose.
Because she looks so young, and even younger when she smiles.
Although Old Lu looks younger than his peers, he is far behind the little girl.
Li Jinfeng: "Actually, I was thinking of a little girl, like the niece Comrade Sun mentioned, who was also from Shanghai and was an educated youth in Northwest China. At first, she was not used to eating noodles. She ate a meal of white rice at my house and almost cried."
After hearing this, Sun Youmin laughed out loud. "You know what, it's really like that! Hahaha, Xiaoxing was just like that. She sent a telegram saying that she had eaten rice for the first time and burst into tears like a loser."
"Xiaoxing (Xin)?" Li Jinfeng was stunned for a moment.
Sun Youmin: "Yes! My wife's last name is He, my niece's name is He Xing, and her father's name is He Peng!"
Li Jinfeng looked at Lu Jianguo and smiled even more happily, "Brother Jianguo, do you think... this is fate?"
Lu Jianguo: “Okay!”
Li Jinfeng: "It seems that this trip to Shanghai has become a journey to reunite with relatives!"
Sun Youmin, standing by, was completely bewildered. "Old Lu, Comrade Li, what are you talking about? I don't understand a word you're saying."
Li Jinfeng looked at Sun Youmin and said, "Comrade Sun, our two families might be a little bit related."
Although she and Yang Ermao have no blood relationship, in the eyes of Li Jinfeng, Yang Dajun and Zhou Qiao, the relationship between them is actually closer than that between blood relatives.
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