"Okay." Song Songbai replied, "Then go ahead."
Zhou Yian opened the door and it was Zhang Pengyue.
"Hello, Zhou Zhiqing," Zhang Pengyue asked. "I am Zhang Zheng's son, Zhang Pengyue."
Zhang Zheng is Uncle Zhang's name.
"Hello, hello." Zhou Yian originally wanted to ask Zhang Pengyue to help carry things, but he was too embarrassed to ask him at that time, so he didn't expect that he would come.
"Is it about the wine?" Zhou Yian called him, and seeing the other educated youth peeking in, "Then come in."
"Yes, okay." Zhang Pengyue walked in and into the kitchen.
Seeing Song Songbai cooking inside, I didn’t know what to say and felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
Song Songbai was quite calm and composed. There was nothing he couldn't see. "Hello, Song Songbai."
"Hello, Comrade Song, I'm Zhang Pengyue."
Zhou Yian stood aside and saw the two people greeting each other while pouring wine into the bottle.
After drinking for a long time, it feels too slow.
It just so happened that the deer blood wine came in several jars, so I simply took out a sealed one and handed it to him, "I agreed with Uncle Zhang last time, this is for you."
"Okay, thank you." Zhang Pengyue took it and handed her the money in his hand. "I'll pay."
Of course Zhou Yian wouldn't accept the money. At that time, she had already discussed it with Uncle Zhang, and Uncle Zhang also gave her a lot of things. The wine ticket was very valuable. "No, Uncle Zhang and I agreed that I won't accept this money."
Zhou Yian's eyes were determined. He had finally established a good relationship with Uncle Zhang, and now he couldn't let it go on like this just for a little money.
Zhang Pengyue stared at her in amazement for a moment, then took the money back and said, "Thank you."
The three of them just looked at each other, not knowing what to do or say.
Zhang Pengyue also wondered if it would be a bad idea to just take the things and leave.
"Comrade Zhang, have you eaten enough?" Zhou Yian made small talk. Seeing that Zhang Pengyue came late, he probably didn't eat well like Song Songbai, so he asked casually.
It’s just like when Chinese people meet and greet each other, they ask, “Have you eaten?”
Unexpectedly, Zhang Pengyue was stunned for a moment, and actually replied that he was not full. "I came late, so I didn't eat much."
Zhou Yian looked back at Song Songbai. It was okay for him to cook for himself, but it didn't seem right to ask Song Songbai to cook for others.
"Comrade Zhang, please stay and have a bite." Song Songbai said.
"No thanks," Zhang Pengyue regretted not knowing what he was saying. He might have just lost his composure. "I have things to do in the city. My father is waiting. I have to go back first."
Without giving anyone a chance to stop him, he walked away, "Thank you for the treat."
They haven't entertained yet.
Watching the man walk away smoothly, one can vaguely see the grace of a soldier.
Seeing that he was walking fast, Zhou Yian tried to stop him twice.
The main reason was that I don't know what happened at the time, it was indeed a bit awkward. It was probably because of the magnetic field chaos, which was weird.
Song Songbai didn't think too much about it. It was purely a man's intuition, and he had his own dislike for Zhang Pengyue.
Zhou Yian sat down and fiddled with the half-filled glass of wine. "We haven't had enough wine yet. Let's drink a little today."
Song Songbai placed two bowls of dumpling soup and said, "Have some too."
"Sure." Zhou Yian said without hesitation, "I can't eat that much, just two bites will be enough."
Since Song Songbai had a fever, she still had some food to eat.
"You eat your bowl first, I can eat the leftovers." Song Songbai was already very accustomed to eating his wife's leftovers.
We have kissed so many times, it’s okay to eat more. It’s shameful to waste food at this time.
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