Chapter 38 38 Unlike the sumptuous dinner she had on the day she transmigrated into the book, this...
Pei Che raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "Are you asking me for help?"
Pan Dingfeng also knew that their relationship was not that close, so it would be a bit presumptuous to ask him for help.
He was also desperate and tried all kinds of treatments.
The issue with Director Liao must be settled, but his father cannot be asked to use his personal connections to settle it.
If he uses his family connections, his father will have to owe favors to others, and favors will have to be repaid sooner or later. His father will definitely hold these debts on Nianjun, and the two of them will really have no hope at all.
So it’s best for him to owe the favor personally and repay it later.
The Pei family has the ability to suppress Director Liao, and their ability is better than anyone else.
Because Director Liao used to be a subordinate of the old man of the Pei family.
"Yes, I encountered a difficult problem." Pan Dingfeng gritted his teeth and told the whole story, concealing part of the truth. He did not say that he did put pressure on Ding Guo in this matter. He changed it to say that the conditions were not agreed upon, the other party was too greedy, and asked for too much. He did not agree, so the other party chose to maliciously report it. The report letter fell into the hands of Director Liao, who was in a competitive relationship with his immediate superior...
He also said that his family had received a letter of complaint. He didn't know the specific content, but he knew it wouldn't be good.
"Brother, help me!"
Pei Che stared at him for a long while with his peach blossom eyes narrowed, and suddenly said: "You are not telling the truth."
Pan Dingfeng broke out in a cold sweat, but soon smiled and said, "Brother Che, I am telling the truth."
Pei Che drove away.
After leaving the compound, he took off the cigarette behind his ear and threw it on the side of the road.
Pan Dingfeng is dishonest. He has been like this since he was a child and he has not improved as he grows older.
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Yangjiawo Brigade!
As soon as the ox cart stopped at the door, a thin figure jumped out from it: "Dad, Mom——"
It was the youngest son of my third uncle, 10-year-old Ding Dalin.
He looked curiously at Ding Guo who got off the ox cart.
Ding Guo was only about three years old when he returned to the city and he couldn't remember anything yet, so he had no impression of this elder sister that his parents always talked about.
Based on the original owner's memory, Ding Guo's impression of Ding Dalin was just a little kid about three years old.
A three-year-old and a ten-year-old have two completely different faces, so the big and the small looked at each other curiously.
Ding Dayong went to the village to return the car, and Ding Dazhu walked in carrying Ding Guo's bag.
Peng Guihua patted her youngest son and said with a smile, "This is your elder sister, your real sister, hurry up and call for help!"
Then he smiled at Ding Guo and said, "You don't recognize Dalin very well, do you?"
Ding Guo laughed and said, "Of course I don't recognize him. He was only this tall when I returned to the city..."
He gestured with his hand.
Ding Dalin shyly called out "Big Sister" and turned around and ran into the house.
Ding Guo also followed his uncle and aunt in.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, memories of the original owner came flooding back.
She looked at the chicken coop under the west wall and asked, "The chicken coop has been moved to the west wall?"
It used to be under the east wall.
The original chicken coop at the bottom of the east wall was replaced by a simple small shed for storing miscellaneous items.
These are not described in the book. Only by being there can you feel these insignificant changes.
Ding Zhicheng said cheerfully, "Your Third Aunt moved it because she insisted that the east wall was closer to the door and that people coming in and out could smell chicken shit. If we moved it to the west, it wouldn't be so smelly."
"When we moved it, your Third Uncle was not happy about it, but I insisted on moving it. What happened? It doesn't stink so much anymore, does it?" Peng Guihua said with a smile, and then she went to make dinner. She smiled at Ding Guo, "Dani'er, this is your own home. Don't be so reserved with Third Aunt, and don't treat yourself as a guest. You can take care of yourself, and your Third Uncle and I will cook."
Ding Guo did not correct the way her third aunt's family addressed her.
When the same three words were called out by Uncle and Aunt, they sounded affectionate and loving, and Ding Guo was happy to hear it.
Ding Guo smiled and said, "Don't worry, Third Aunt, I don't plan to be a guest!"
"That's right!" Peng Guihua patted her arms, washed her hands, and went into the cooking shed.
I killed the chicken and soaked a handful of dried beans before leaving. Now I stewed the chicken skillfully and started to stir-fry other dishes.
Ding Zhicheng also went to help light the fire.
Ding Guo strolled into the house.
Ding Dalin sat on the chair, swinging his legs. When he saw Ding Guo come in, he was still a little shy and twisted his body uncomfortably.
Ding Dazhu put Ding Guo's bag on the kang in the inner room. When he came out and saw his brother like this, he asked him jokingly, "Where's the water you helped my elder sister dry? Why don't you bring it to my elder sister?"
Ding Dalin slid down from his chair, reached out and held a covered enamel pot in front of Ding Guo, and said shyly, "Sister, drink some water!" He added in a low voice, "Water with sugar added."
Ding Guo took it with a smile and said, "Thank you, Dalin!"
She opened the lid and took a sip, then burst out laughing. How much sugar was added? It was too sweet.
Ding Dalin pointed at the chair like a little adult and said, "Sister, sit down and have a rest."
"Okay, I'll sit down now."
Ding Guo was amused by his appearance. He held the handle of the teacup with one hand and reached into his trouser pocket with the other.
She hadn't worn a skirt these past two days for the convenience of riding in public transportation. Now she was wearing a plaid shirt and a pair of imitation green military pants that weren't too eye-catching.
He rummaged in his trouser pocket, took out a handful of candies and handed them over.
Ding Dalin's eyes lit up, but he was too embarrassed to take it, so he turned around and ran again, rushing out like a whirlwind, into the cooking shed, snuggling up to Peng Guihua, and starting to twist dough into dough.
Peng Guihua was puzzled: "What are you doing? Go out and play with your elder sister. When you were a kid, you used to follow your sister around..."
Ding Dazhu acted like a big brother. He scolded Ding Guo politely, "Sister, milk candy is so expensive, why did you buy this?"
Ding Guo laughed and said, "To comfort the child. Here, share it with your brother."
Ding Dazhu's face turned red.
Eldest sister treats him as a child, but he is no longer a child.
Peng Guihua soon found out why her youngest son was twisting the dough.
He coveted the candy his eldest sister gave him, but he remembered that he had taught him not to ask for things given by others casually, especially expensive things.
Although Ding Dalin was only 10 years old, he knew how rare milk candy was.
"That's your sister, not an outsider. You should take what your sister gives you. But I say, Dani..." Peng Guihua couldn't help but scold her, complaining that she was wasting money. "Don't buy such precious things in the future. Save your own money. There will be many places to spend money in the future!"
"I know, Auntie San!"
Dinner was a big pot of chicken stewed with dried beans, scrambled eggs with cucumber, fried eggplant with meat, and spinach and tofu soup.
Ding Guo was too slow to stop them. If she hadn't stopped them, she would have had to serve two more dishes.
The staple food is steamed white flour buns, which fill a basket and are placed next to it.
I also cooked rice and mung bean porridge.
In the countryside of this era, this table can be said to be sumptuous!
Different from the sumptuous dinner she had on the day she traveled into the book, this table was purely for Ding Guo. It was made completely for Ding Guo.
Ding Guo felt a little choked in his throat.
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