It's only when there are more people hiring cars, like today, or when there are more people coming to town during holidays, that we need to use the cars.
So Chen Shuning wasn't familiar with her. When he saw the noodle soup Chen Shuning offered, the old man hurriedly declined, feeling a little awkward: "No, no, this won't do. I'm not cold. Girl, you keep it for yourself."
In those days, most villagers were simple and kind-hearted. Seeing the noodle soup glistening with oil and sprinkled with scallions, the old man was naturally embarrassed to accept it.
Chen Shuning laughed upon hearing this: "Uncle Jiang, just take it. It's nothing special, just something to warm you up. Besides, I can't possibly finish this much by myself."
"Take what Chen girl gave you. If she runs into trouble later, please take care of her. Speaking of which, it's really cold today. This winter is probably going to be tough!"
Old Yang spoke up, and Old Jiang smiled as he took the noodle soup, nodding repeatedly to thank Chen Shuning.
Then I couldn't wait to take a big gulp. The hot noodle soup warmed me up instantly.
Seeing that Old Jiang had taken the soup, Chen Shuning handed the remaining ladle of soup to Old Li. Old Li didn't stand on ceremony with Chen Shuning, thanked him with a smile, and took it to drink.
Chen Shuning had met Old Li a few times, and he was on good terms with Old Yang. Their sons were both on the village hunting team and would go hunting in the mountains together every winter. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them brothers who would go through thick and thin together.
Therefore, because of Old Yang, Old Li had a good impression of Chen Shuning and usually treated him like his own nephew.
The state-run restaurant was not far from the parking area. After having the two ladles he had taken out returned, Chen Shuning hurriedly went back to the state-run restaurant.
When they returned, the sweet and sour pork had just come out of the pot, and the plump lady gave Chen Shuning three aluminum lunch boxes first.
Chen Shuning took off the bamboo basket he was carrying on his back, turned his back and pretended to put the lunchbox in the basket, but actually put it in the basement of the space so that the taste would not change when he took it out when he wanted to eat it.
Otherwise, it would be cold by the time you got home if you put it in a basket. But the basement of the space is a static space, so when you want to eat it, it will taste just like it's fresh out of the pot.
After serving the sweet and sour pork, Chen Shuning carried another ladle of hot soup back to the big tree.
Just then, I saw Old Jiang and Old Yang pushing and pulling the water ladle.
It wasn't until Chen Shuning brought over another water ladle that Old Yang chuckled and said, "See what I told you? My soup is here. This girl never forgets her old man when there's something delicious to eat."
It turned out that Old Jiang noticed that he and Old Li had hot soup to warm themselves, but Old Yang didn't, so he thought that Chen Shuning might have forgotten about Old Yang.
So after taking a few sips, he wanted to give the rest of the soup to Old Yang, but Old Yang, who knew Chen Shuning well, knew that Chen Shuning would definitely not only buy two bowls.
Although the girl didn't say it, you could tell from the fact that she went straight back to the state-run restaurant after giving the two of them soup that she couldn't take it all at once and had to go back to get it.
So naturally, Old Yang wouldn't accept the soup from Old Jiang, which led to the scene Chen Shuning just witnessed.
After handing the water ladle to Old Yang, Chen Shuning naturally jumped onto Old Yang's oxcart.
Old Yang didn't rush to drink the soup. Instead, he took out a tarpaulin from the bamboo basket behind him and handed it to Chen Shuning, saying, "You always say you're afraid of the cold, but you didn't even bring a hat when you came out. Quickly put this on; it will protect you from the snow and wind."
Chen Shuning drove here, and the car had air conditioning, so she didn't even have to wear a cotton-padded coat and wasn't cold.
Chen Shuning went to the black market as soon as he got up in the morning. He was so busy that he didn't feel cold. It was only now that he started to feel a bit cold that he realized he had really forgotten to bring a hat.
Smiling, she took the oilcloth and wrapped it tightly around herself. She was already dressed warmly, and now that the wind was gone, she felt warm all at once.
They started chatting casually with Old Yang while waiting for the others to return.
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