Chapter 117 Zhang Dashun's Frustration
In the town, Zhang Dashun's braised food stall has seen a significant improvement in business.
He thought his old customers had changed their minds and was happy about it when he saw two young men standing hesitantly by the roadside.
He was just about to call them over to buy some braised food when he overheard their conversation.
"Oh dear, Aunt Zhang didn't come... I'm really craving that taste!"
"If you're craving something, just eat a little bit!"
"But Aunt Zhang's braised food is even better! And that braised pork offal... it's absolutely amazing!"
He also praised Zhang Chunxue extensively here, and didn't forget to comment on Zhang Dashun.
"Uncle Zhang's braised dishes are still a little lacking!"
Zhang Dashun's expression immediately froze.
What is that?
What does that mean?
So it's because the widow surnamed Zhang didn't come, that's why they came here?
What do these people take his braised food stall for?
A substitute?
Just as he was about to call out to the two young men that his family's braised dishes were also good, the two young men turned and prepared to leave.
"Forget it, I'll wait a bit longer! Maybe Aunt Zhang will set up her stall tomorrow!"
"I hope so! But Aunt Zhang said before that she's going to sell it in the county! Then it will be hard for us in town to find this taste again!"
Zhang Dashun's face immediately turned ashen.
Going to the county town is good. Let that widow surnamed Zhang hurry up and go to the county. It would be best if she lost everything there, so much that she dared not touch the braised food business again.
That way, the people in the town will have no choice but to buy his braised dishes.
Just then, the young man spoke up again: "Actually, if Aunt Zhang really goes to the county, we have bicycles. We can just ride our bikes to buy them, right?"
"To be honest, it's not that far, less than twenty miles in total... It's worth it for a bite to eat!"
The two chatted as they walked further and further away, but Zhang Dashun's heart sank to the bottom.
He originally thought that it would be fine if Zhang Chunxue, that plague, went to the county, but what does this mean?
Are these people going to follow her to the county to buy it?
What will happen to his braised food stall?
His face was grim, and he was determined to prevent Zhang Chunxue from doing this business, no matter what.
After leaving Zhong'ai Country, Song Xingzhi immediately went to find Zhang Chunxue.
"Sister Chunxue, you don't need to set up your stall tomorrow," he said, his face slightly flushed and filled with excitement, "Brother Aiguo will be coming to propose marriage tomorrow..."
"Don't let him come and find no one home."
Seeing his expression, Zhang Chunxue couldn't help but laugh: "Xingzhi, you didn't specifically go to urge Brother Aiguo to change the time, did you?"
Song Xingzhi blushed again, then waved his hand and said, "No, it's not true. Brother Aiguo was planning to come and propose marriage tomorrow."
Zhang Chunxue nodded seriously: "Really? I believe you."
Song Xingzhi could tell from her expression that she didn't believe him, and he felt a little helpless.
However, he thought again that he was indeed eager to get married, and it wasn't something that couldn't be said, so he spoke up frankly.
"Yes, I am indeed in a hurry. If Brother Aiguo doesn't choose tomorrow, I will urge him to change it to tomorrow."
He said very seriously, "I also want to marry my sister as soon as possible."
Zhang Chunxue originally intended to tease him, but she didn't expect Song Xingzhi to be so frank, which made her feel embarrassed, and her face quickly turned red.
"I know you're eager to get married, so I'll just wait at home tomorrow."
Song Xingzhi immediately flashed a bright smile: "Then I'll come with Brother Aiguo tomorrow!"
Having resolved his biggest concern, Song Xingzhi hummed a song as he headed to the brigade headquarters.
The next morning, Song Xingzhi changed into a smart outfit and went to Zhong Aiguo's house early in the morning.
When he arrived, Zhong Aiguo was squatting under the eaves brushing his teeth. When he saw Song Xingzhi, dressed impeccably, appear at the gate of his yard, Zhong Aiguo was speechless.
"Hey Xingzhi, aren't you being a little too eager?" Zhong Aiguo picked up his enamel mug, took a sip of water, gargled, spat it out, and then wiped his mouth.
"I just got up!"
Song Xingzhi said with a serious expression, "This is a big deal, of course we must take it seriously!"
Zhong Aiguo: "..."
"Okay, okay! Take this seriously!" He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "Have you had breakfast yet? Want to grab something together?"
Song Xingzhi then realized he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and awkwardly touched his nose, stammering, "I...I haven't..."
Zhong Aiguo's eye roll was truly unbearable at this point.
Yang Lifang came out of the kitchen and saw Song Xingzhi dressed so smartly. She nodded in satisfaction: "Director Song looks really elegant today! Chunxue will definitely like it!"
A slight blush immediately appeared on Song Xingzhi's face: "Is...is that so?"
"Sister Chunxue... as long as she's happy!"
Zhong Aiguo rolled his eyes again.
After having breakfast at Zhong'ai's country, Zhong Aiguo and Song Xingzhi, carrying large and small bags, walked together towards Zhang Chunxue's home, accompanied by the cheerful Yang Lifang.
Along the way, we encountered many villagers who were preparing to go to the fields, and everyone was very curious.
Someone who couldn't keep their mouth shut asked a question without thinking.
"Hey, Aiguo, where are you and Director Song headed with all those bags?"
Zhong Aiguo figured the village would find out sooner or later that Song Xingzhi was going to marry Zhang Chunxue, so he stopped trying to hide it.
"Oh, to propose marriage."
"Propose marriage?" The villager was stunned. "Aiguo, aren't your two sons already married? Who are you going to propose marriage to?"
Although he asked this question, his gaze unconsciously drifted towards Song Xingzhi.
Surely we can't... be proposing marriage to Director Song?
Unexpectedly, Zhong Aiguo said with great certainty: "Isn't this to propose marriage for Director Song?"
These words were like a bomb dropped into the crowd, and the villagers watching gasped in shock.
"Propose marriage for Director Song?" Some people felt it was like a dream. "Director Song...is he finally going to get married?"
He asked a question that everyone was waiting for.
"With whom?"
In fact, many people already had an answer in their hearts, so everyone was waiting for Zhong Aiguo's reply.
Zhong Aiguo's voice rose eight octaves: "Zhang Chunxue!"
boom!
Another bombshell!
"It really is Zhang Chunxue!"
"Zhang Chunxue is so lucky! She had Zhong Guosheng supporting her in the first half of her life, and now she has someone as outstanding as Director Song who likes her in the second half..."
"Hey! I told you long ago! When Director Song was still a clerk, there were already hints of something between him and Zhang Chunxue—tell me, besides Zhang Chunxue's house, which other old woman's house has Director Song eaten at?"
"Sigh! I still can't believe it! How could Director Song have taken a liking to Zhang Chunxue!"
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