"I have already submitted the plan. I have no control over what the higher-ups decide. But I think the leaders have some ideas, so it depends on what they think in the future. I will inform you as soon as there is news."

"Thank you, Secretary Zhou. Please stay for dinner tonight. We have some food at home."

"No, no, no." Secretary Zhou declined.

"You're welcome. We'll have to trouble Secretary Zhou to run around for this matter in the future. We also have some details to tell you. Please stay for dinner and we can talk while we eat."

After hearing this, Secretary Zhou stayed to eat.

During the Chinese New Year, every household has delicious food and meat, so it doesn't seem shabby, especially Cheng Youmin's family, which has an even richer feast.

Sausage, chicken, bamboo shoots and old duck soup, garlic ribs, pickled vegetables and meat, spicy cabbage, cold wild vegetables...

Secretary Zhou couldn't help swallowing when he saw these dishes.

Why are there so many delicious dishes?

His family was well off, but they didn't have so many dishes, and they smelled so good.

"Eat, eat, Secretary Zhou. You're welcome."

Everyone started eating. After tasting a few dishes, Secretary Zhou began to struggle with his willpower.

He is an official no matter what, so he should pay attention to the impact and not act like a starving ghost.

But it’s really delicious. If you don’t eat it this time, you won’t be able to eat it next time. What’s the point of saving face? Only what you eat is yours!

Su Qianqian noticed Secretary Zhou's struggle and picked up some food for him with a pair of clean chopsticks. "Secretary Zhou, try this duck meat. It's the salted duck we're going to make when we open the factory. Give us your opinion after you try it."

When Secretary Zhou saw the duck meat in the bowl, his eyes lit up. They picked this for me. It would be impolite if I didn’t eat it. I must eat it!

Only after eating two pieces did he feel a little satisfied.

"Delicious! I like spicy food." He likes spicy food to begin with, and this spicy taste is so addictive. It's a perfect match with wine!

"This will definitely sell well, it's so delicious." Secretary Zhou couldn't stop eating. When he came to his senses, he felt a little embarrassed, but he still couldn't help but sucking his fingers secretly. They were delicious!

"After our factory is established, everyone who comes to work can be given one during the Chinese New Year as a welfare benefit," said Su Qianqian.

Secretary Zhou's eyes lit up, and he immediately thought about all his relatives, to see who would be suitable to work in the factory, and how much salary he would get, but he would get it! !

They ate and talked, and before they knew it, it was getting late. Secretary Zhou had drunk some wine and was stumbling when he walked, so Cheng Yue was responsible for sending him back.

"Cheng Yue, you are a promising person in our team, and your wife is also amazing, she is very thoughtful." Secretary Zhou talked a lot after getting drunk, "Your wife was really not good before, but now she has changed for the better and has brains, you have to treat her well."

"Yeah, I know." Cheng Yue agreed.

He knows best how good his wife is!

"If this factory is established, you and your wife will definitely be the model couple of our brigade, no, our commune, and I, as the secretary, will be proud of it."

After talking all the way, they finally got home. Secretary Zhou was reluctant to leave and wanted to chat with Cheng Yue for a while, but was pulled back by his wife.

Cheng Yue hurried home.

He shook off the coldness in his body before entering the house to avoid passing it to Su Qianqian.

"Is Secretary Zhou okay?"

"He was drunk and wouldn't let me go. He insisted on talking." Cheng Yue smiled and said, "He thinks highly of you."

Su Qianqian suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Go take a shower and go to bed." There is not much entertainment in the evening, so it is better to go to bed early and get up early.

After Cheng Yue finished washing up, Su Qianqian applied the gel cream to him. He was no longer so resistant and even touched his face and said, "I feel that my face has been smoother recently, not as rough as before."

"Of course. Did you feel it was heavy when you put it on your face? Did you feel stuffy and uncomfortable?"

"No." Cheng Yue shook his head.

"Which of these two is better?" Su Qianqian gave them to him one by one. After all, he was a rough man, and she didn't really expect to hear anything from Cheng Yue.

However, the evaluation given by Cheng Yue surprised her.

"This animal glycerin seems to be more moisturizing, but this plant glycerin seems to be more permeable, that is, it is more breathable. As for the rest, I don't know."

"Sure, Cheng Yue, you have the potential to be a beauty blogger." She said with a smile.

"Ah?" Cheng Yue didn't understand.

Su Qianqian pinched his face and said, "It's okay. I'm praising you. It's great!" She quickly wrote down what Cheng Yue said.

He was happy to hear that he was being praised.

He always wanted to share some of the burden with Su Qianqian, and now that it has worked, he is very proud.

Afterwards, Wu Yuexiang and Zhu Tianfang also gave personal feedback.

Wu Yuexiang prefers vegetable glycerin, while Zhu Tianfang prefers animal glycerin because animal glycerin is more moisturizing. People like Zhu Tianfang, who have rougher and drier skin, like to use this.

Su Qianqian had an idea in mind.

But we still need to find more people to try it out.

At present, she will choose one model to promote, because nowadays people are not so meticulous about skin care, and cannot differentiate between oily skin and dry skin. Being too meticulous will only cause more trouble. She will wait until the brand is mature before making the differentiation.

The main consideration is the issue of raw materials. Once the sales volume is too large, she is afraid that the raw materials will not be able to keep up. She has to look for raw materials. If she can find raw materials for long-term cooperation, then animal glycerin will definitely be more convenient. After all, plants still have to be found, and they have to be divided by season, and many plants are not available here.

Coconut oil is actually a very good choice, but it is not available here.

Su Qianqian and Cheng Yue bought train tickets for the eleventh day of the first lunar month. This way, the twelfth day would arrive, and there would still be a few days before school started, so Chu Luo could still go home and celebrate the Lantern Festival with his family.

"Chu Luo, is there anything else you want to play? If so, let Erbao and the others take you to play. We will be going back the day after tomorrow." Su Qianqian asked Chu Luo.

"There's one I want to play, but it's a little dangerous." Chu Luo said a little embarrassedly.

"What? Tell me what you want to hear."

“Crack a hole in the ice and catch the fish.”

Chu Luo was curious about what would happen to the fish on such a cold day when the river was frozen. If he broke the ice, could he catch the fish? He really wanted to try it.

"It's a bit dangerous." Su Qianqian was also curious. "Well, I'll call the adults and we'll go together to see if we can catch any fish. If we do, I'll make pickled fish for you."

"Can we catch fish? Can we?" The three little ones were suddenly very excited.

Su Qianqian looked at Erbao and then at Chu Luo, and asked suspiciously, "Chu Luo, this couldn't be Erbao's idea, right? He just asked you to say it out loud?"

"No, no, that's what I thought." Chu Luo hurriedly explained, however, his little expression had already betrayed him, and Erbao didn't dare to look into Su Qianqian's eyes at all.

Very good, it’s Erbao’s idea.