Chapter 32 (revised) Are you comparing me with Qiao Yanxin?
Shen Qingning looked at Song Yunting lovingly, her eyes instantly reddened: "Yunting, I like you as a person, not your money or your family background. I'm really sad that you miss me so much!"
"I hope what you say is true!"
Song Yunting turned and left with a dark face.
He still felt a little pain. How many paper boxes would he have to make to earn thirty yuan?
To Song Yunting's surprise, just one day later, when passing by the Military and Civilian Family State-owned Restaurant, Shen Qingning actually stopped again and stared at the diners who were eating and drinking in the restaurant with longing on her face.
She swallowed gently and asked, "Yun Ting, didn't you say that you would set up a few tables in this restaurant for my birthday?
We happened to be passing by, so let's go in and take a look at the menu and choose some dishes to avoid being in a rush and making a fool of ourselves. ”
Song Yunting's heart sank again and his expression turned ugly.
He was just about to find an excuse to get away with it, but Shen Qingning had already walked into the restaurant on her own, stuck her head into the ordering window, and asked about the menu and prices.
Shen Qingning waited for a long time, and seeing that Song Yunting had not come in yet, she turned around and waved at him.
"Yun Ting, come in quickly, why are you dawdling?"
When she shouted, the waiter and the diners turned their heads and looked at Song Yunting.
Song Yunting had no choice but to go in.
"Yun Ting, this is the menu, come and take a look too."
Shen Qingning took a colorful menu from the waiter and bent her neck to read it carefully.
Song Yunting moved closer reluctantly, his eyes widening in an instant.
Although both are state-owned restaurants, this one is obviously much more expensive. For example, a plate of braised pork costs four yuan, while other restaurants only charge one yuan and fifty cents.
A serving of sweet and sour carp costs six yuan, but other restaurants only charge two yuan...
He quickly calculated in his mind that if he wanted to hold a birthday party here and order a table full of dishes, it would cost at least 30 or 40 yuan.
Song Yunting glanced at them quickly, and anger surged into his chest, but he still had a perfect smile on his face.
From time to time, he would discuss with Shen Qingning which dish was more popular, acting like a real rich young man.
After accompanying Shen Qingning to slowly read the menu, Song Yunting returned the menu to the waiter and said, "Thank you, comrade. We will come again when my friend's birthday comes. I will come to greet you in advance. We may need to book several tables."
After saying that, he smiled at the round-faced waitress.
He was very handsome. When he smiled like that, the waiter blushed immediately and said excitedly, "Okay, remember to look for me when you come over. I promise to serve you well."
Song Yunting smiled again, nodded at her, and left with Shen Qingning.
The waiter looked at his back and smiled shyly again.
Shen Qingning was a little skeptical about Song Yunting's family background, but when she heard Song Yunting say that he would reserve several tables for a banquet for her, she felt very proud and was convinced again that Song Yunting was a rich man.
After all, if he didn't have a wealthy family, how could he be so generous?
Who knew that after walking a long way out, Song Yunting said, "Is that restaurant a rip-off? It's ridiculously expensive!"
Shen Qingning heard the hidden meaning in his words, her heart sank, and she became unhappy.
"Song Yunting, what do you mean?
I have told many people that you will host a birthday party for me at the Junmin Family Restaurant.
If I change hotels at the last minute, I will lose face. I would rather not celebrate my birthday than change hotels! ”
Song Yunting sneered in his heart: Why should poor people care about face?
He frowned and didn't respond, knowing that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would definitely start arguing with Shen Qingning.
Seeing that he looked like a black-faced Bao Gong, Shen Qingning felt angry and aggrieved.
They had clearly agreed to hold the birthday party at the Military-Civilian Family Restaurant, but he suddenly changed his mind. This really showed that he didn't take her seriously!
And it’s not that he has no money, he just doesn’t love her!
Shen Qingning's eyes felt sore and she started crying again.
"If you are unwilling to spend money on a woman, what kind of partner are you looking for?
I don't think you are sincere in treating me well, so why should I force myself to be with you? Let's break up! ”
After saying that, he shook his hands and walked away angrily.
Song Yunting had no choice but to chase after her again and apologize to her in a nice way.
"Look at you. I just said this restaurant is expensive, and you made such a fuss. How come you are even more petty than Qiao Yanxin?"
Shen Qingning shouted in a shrill voice: "You compare me with Qiao Yanxin? Since she is so good, go back and find her!"
After saying that, he ran away like crazy.
Song Yunting was too lazy to pursue her. Ever since he got together with her, he had always been praising her. Whenever Qiao Yanxin bought him steamed buns or pork elbows, he would immediately send them to her.
He stayed up late at night to make paper boxes to buy clothes for her, and continued to make paper boxes for her birthday, but she still didn't understand him.
If it was Qiao Yanxin, she would definitely not be so ignorant...
This woman takes herself too seriously! It seems that we still can't praise her too much, lest she becomes overwhelmed by the heavens and earth!
Song Yunting decided to ignore Shen Qingning for the time being and wait for two days.
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The senior students of Yuying Middle School only have one day off a week, Sunday. Qiao Yanxin planned to go back to his hometown during the weekend to look for his father's former clients and sell the 100,000 bricks from the brick factory. So he simply took leave for next Monday and Tuesday.
Before returning to her hometown, she went to the military district on purpose. She wanted to ask Ji Yanli how much the furniture cost so that she could return the money to him.
But when I got there I found out that Ji Yanli had gone out on a mission, so I had to wait for him to come back and then ask him to pay me back.
Qiao Yanxin took her textbooks and review materials and went to her hometown by bus.
Her hometown is a small village under Anbao Town, Yanghua County.
Qiao Yanxin got off the bus and stood under the big walnut tree at the entrance of the village. Her nose felt sore because her father and mother were buried here.
My father's brick factory was built by a creek. From afar, I could see the dark red brick wall of the factory and the row of tall and straight poplar trees outside the wall. Qiao Yanxin followed the village road directly to the brick factory.
The paint on the heavy iron door was peeling a little. Qiao Yanxin took out the key from her schoolbag, opened the door, and walked in slowly.
Rows of bricks are laid out on the spacious grounds, and behind them are hundreds of rows of fired red bricks.
Not far away, several huge brick kilns stood tall. The kiln entrances were pitch black and wild grass had grown in the cracks between the bricks on the kilns.
On one side of the brick factory is a conveyor belt that once ran tirelessly, delivering bricks into the kiln.
Today, the conveyor belt lies there quietly, covered with dust.
In the operating room next door, various instruments and buttons have lost their former luster and become dull.
Qiao Yan felt a pang of pain in his heart and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
My father’s brick factory used to be the most imposing and prosperous factory in the entire Yanghua County. Since my father passed away, the brick factory seemed to have lost its vitality.
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