Song Shifeng's 1991

"Zhang Aiguo, can you say it again?" Song Shifeng slammed the notebook on the table, his face as ugly as it could be.

"What are you doing? I can't tell you anymore?" Zhang Aiguo pushed the black-rimmed glasses on half of his face in disdain, "Where did I say something wrong? You can't tell me after eating [-] yuan for a meal? What's the situation in the company now?" I do not know!"

"Is that what I eat? It's not to deal with those people. You think I'm happy to accompany you to drink, laugh and pay?" Song Shi was furious, "If you don't accompany me, let those people find reasons to investigate every day. The mine doesn't start working. You're comfortable, aren't you?"

Grandma, I made a mistake because I drank until I vomited for the mine!

"That doesn't cost three hundred and eighty! I've inquired about it. Abalone Sea participates in Moutai. It would be nice to have a bottle of Lao Baigan for other people's treats. If you can't eat elbows or roast ribs, you have to order those expensive dishes. I see you It’s just that if you are not in charge of your family, you don’t know how expensive firewood is.”

"Comparing yourself to others, why don't you just go to heaven?" Song Shifeng was almost pissed off, "Who are they? Sitting in the land! Who are we? Foreigners! They can find relatives with all their twists and turns, so it's easy to do things , can you? Why don't you accompany me at the wine table, and only when you have a table will people respect you, and you won't dare to bully easily!"

Speaking of this matter, Song Shifeng was also very angry. Could he not know the situation in the mine?In addition to filling holes or filling holes, he certainly knows that there is no money.But other money can be saved, can this money be saved?When those people went to Zhangkou, they ordered Moutai. What about Song Shifeng?It hurts so much that my liver hurts, but I have to put it nicely.The old saying goes, the county magistrate is better off now, he has to accompany the drink besides laughing, if you don't accompany him, there are plenty of ways to make you suffer.

But Zhang Aiguo didn't care about these things, "Don't tell me those useless things, anyway, there is no money in the account! From now on, each social gathering can't exceed [-], and you have to bring me back the specific consumption."

"Eighty? Are you a housekeeper?"

"I've only been fifty for a month as a teacher, what's wrong with eighty? That's a lot!"

"Eighty is not even enough for a bottle of good wine, you should be a beggar!"

"You think too much, I will give you five points at most if you ask for food."

"Zhang Aiguo, I'm not doing this for myself!"

"So I'll give you [-] points, why, you still want to eat and drink with your own public funds?" Zhang Aiguo's eyes made anyone feel so angry.

Song Shifeng kicked the stool away, "I can't tell you, you go next time, I'm too lazy to go."

"That's your job. You chose it yourself." He said, "Also, it's best not to exceed three times a month, otherwise I will really question your ability to handle things."

"You, you can do it!" Song Shifeng was so angry that his nose was not his nose and his face was not his face. He was so angry, "I chose? Lao Chen is allergic to alcohol. You said you don't know how to socialize, but you just like to write and calculate." Forget it. One of you is in charge of production and the other is in charge of finance, and you pushed me into that position. You all know that the job is not easy to do, can I say no? Did I decline? Now it’s my choice? Ah?!"

He is sociable, and he likes to make friends, but it doesn't mean he likes to laugh, drink, and spend money at the wine table. He is not the reincarnation of the third grandson who is unwilling to stand upright and be a man!He went out to make a smile for the company, but when he came back, he even blocked his funds to make him look at his face. He has no temper when he is an old man!Song Shifeng slammed the door hard, and I stopped serving.

Song Shi wandered around outside for a long time in a vigorous manner, and finally ran home and fell asleep.

When he woke up from hunger, the sun was already setting, he hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch, and his stomach was upset.

Starving yourself to death for such a thing is an idiot, Song Da Smug doesn't care about Smudge anymore, with his hair sticking out, wearing a baggy pullover sweater, he pokes open the stove angrily, ready to boil some instant noodles for a bite .In addition to going out to socialize, he now eats instant noodles and steamed stuffed buns, or vegetarian stuffing.

Wronged and angry.

As soon as I put the pot on the fire, I heard someone shouting at the door to open the door.

As soon as he heard the sound, he knew it was Yan Dong, why did he come at this hour?

Song Shifeng couldn't care less about getting angry when he wanted to see someone, so he quickly looked in the mirror, smoothed his disobedient hair twice, and pulled his clothes to make sure he was still handsome. The whole process didn't take a minute. Lazily opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Yan Dong carrying a bag of noodles in one hand and meat in the other, and at the end there was a bundle of green onions under his feet, standing at his door with a bright smile on his face.

"What are you doing? Sending New Year's goods?" Song Shifeng put his hands in his pockets, and his tone was lazily impatient.

"How long has it been since the new year and you still pay for the new year! Make dumplings." Yan Dong pushed the person aside with one elbow, "Stay out of the way."

"Yo——" Song Shifeng became energetic when he heard that there were dumplings, and he didn't want to eat instant noodles.Followed behind Yan Dong's butt like an idiot and asked, "Is this mutton?"

"Beef." Yan Dong put the things down, "I'm afraid you won't be able to eat the smell of mutton."

"I eat mutton. The mutton stuffed with carrots is delicious. Next time we will eat mutton."

"Okay." Yan Dong readily agreed, and when he was about to make a face-to-face meeting, he found that the house was short of pots and pans, and didn't have anything he wanted, so Zi Hao ran back home to move tools.

After ordering the next meal of dumplings, Song Shifeng happily followed him for a trip, picked up things at the door, and carried a basin in his hand as a help.Holding the basin, he suddenly thought of a terrible question, "You bag?"

"It's our bag." He carried a chopping board in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, and a large colander under his arm.

"us?"

"Nonsense, is it possible to let the big yellow bag?" Yan Dong raised his chin and pointed to the outside, and the big yellow was wagging his tail through the door.

Song Shifeng suddenly became spartan, "I don't know, it's all broken, and my mother won't let me do it!"

Yan Dong, who was serving noodles, raised his head, smiling freely and nastyly, "It's okay to eat a piece of soup if it's broken."

Song Shifeng was very dissatisfied, and immediately changed his mind, "Otherwise, let's eat stewed meat, why bother, it's not a festival."

"Today is the birthday of Empress Jiutianxuan."

"What?" Song Shifeng looked like you didn't understand what you said.

"Nine Heavens Xuannv's birthday is on the fifteenth day of the second lunar month."

"Are you celebrating a god's birthday?" My God, what does he mean?

"I'll give you a reason to eat dumplings."

"Go!" Song Shifeng rolled his eyes after being teased, "Childish."

"Anyway, you have to make dumplings today."

"Baobaobao, I can't think of a reason to refuse whoever asks you to find it from scratch." Song Shifeng said with a smile, "It's because you figured it out."

"It's true, I just read the almanac when I went out."

"I'm sick." Song Shifeng was happy.

"Well, I'm really happy." Yan Dong teased at this moment, "As soon as you came in, you looked as if you lost 800 yuan. What's wrong? Something happened?"

His words were not pleasant, but Song Shifeng was deeply moved. Why is this guy so thoughtful?He obviously put away his displeasure.

"Ask you." Yan Dong urged.

"Don't mention it, it's about work." Song Shifeng couldn't hold his breath when he was asked like this, Balabala said, "You said he was sick, and I haven't seen him do things like this."

"It's a bit of a picky search." Yan Dong echoed.

"That's right, it's petty."

"But I heard that the accountants in the factory are all picky. If you don't pick up, it's not a good accountant."

"Whose side are you standing on?" Song Shifeng stared.

"Of course I'll stand with you." Yan Dong looked at him seriously, "I'm talking about accountants, but as a shareholder, he only has such a small place in his eyes, so he's not a good partner."

"That's right! Wait for me..." When did he kick him.Song Shifeng kept his mouth shut, and it was difficult to say the following words.

"When you're full, go fight him for [-] rounds." Yan Dong teased, and stuffed the scallions into his hands, "Hurry up and work, do you still want to eat dumplings?" After speaking, he also got busy.

"Rare." Song Shifeng rolled his eyes, really moved for only 3 minutes.He spoke disgust, but his whole body became relaxed because of expressing his depression in his heart, and the sluggish look of strong energy was swept away, and even the sunset became brighter.

"Hey, hurry up, I hope I can eat the dumplings you made before I starve to death." He put his empty hand on his stomach, "The flat ones only have a piece of skin left."

"That's up to you, otherwise the dignified boss will starve himself to death because of laziness and be laughed at." Yan Dong directly threw the words back. Seeing is doing it all the time.

Song Shifeng snorted and sped up the speed of peeling the onions, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

As soon as the man was in a good mood, he began to pay attention to others, "Why are you dressed like this again? How long have you been wearing this coat?"

Army coat, army coat, army coat, this one when leaving the car, return this one when you come back, this one on Monday, and this one on Sunday, since he met this man, he has not seen him wearing the second clothes, this is a preparation A piece of clothing to last a lifetime?

"Washed, I have three military coats." This time it was Yan Dong's turn to lose his temper, "You treat me like I wear one all winter. Am I so sloppy?"

"That's enough." Song Shifeng curled his lips, unable to understand how anyone would want to buy three of the same clothes at once. The key is that it doesn't look good. If you want style or style or color or color, what is he trying to figure out?Are you sick?

"You think everyone is like you, so you have to look good?" Yan Dong kneaded the noodles until the surface was smooth, covered it with a damp cloth to wake up, and then began to chop up the beef he just bought and chop the stuffing. He retorted, "Isn't it enough that the clothes are warm and clean? My clothes are guaranteed to be warmer than any of yours. This is called affordable, understand? Besides, my coat doesn't cost money, and this is called living, understand?"

"I'd rather not live." Song Shifeng handed over the freshly peeled scallions, holding different arguments, "Wearing a good dress makes you feel good, and a good mood means a good spirit. A good spirit means more energy and can create more value. , why don't you dress better?" Anyway, he likes to wear beautiful clothes, why!

"That's you." Yan Dong said without raising his head, "It's icing on the cake if a good-looking person likes to dress up, but if I wear it like this, it's an ugly person making trouble."

"You're not ugly." The tall, long-legged one is just a little darker, so it doesn't have anything to do with being ugly, okay?Obviously there is no aesthetic.

"It's not as good-looking as you anyway." Yan Dong smiled and put a large handful of green onions peeled by Song Shifeng on the case, and began to cut blindly with his face twisted, "Stay away, hot eyes."

Song Shifeng hurriedly took two steps back, and saw him pressing the onion with one hand, and quickly slashing the knife with the other, making it all white.

"You are good at cooking." He exclaimed, the brothers are not very good at cooking, so he was really surprised by his hands.

"That is, how many years of effort." Yan Dong bang bang bang bang started chopping, and within a short while chopped the meat and green onions into you, me, me, you, and then sprinkled seasonings to heat up the oil, with a stabbing sound, it was fragrant The minced meat came out of the oven, "Hurry up, wash your hands and make dumplings."

"How much can the two of us eat, why do you adjust so much?" Song Shifeng began to worry about the dumpling stuffing again. Such a large pot of stuffing is enough for four or five big men, and it has to be filled until the year of the monkey.

"Smell the fragrance?" Yan Dong brought the stuffing to his face.

"Sweet." Just smelling it made him hungry.

"The ancestral craftsmanship guarantees that you won't have enough to eat." Yan Dong said very proudly.

"That's not so much. When will it be packed?"

"Pack some more and take them out to freeze later. If you get hungry after get off work at night, cook some by yourself. Don't keep eating instant noodles."

Song Shifeng didn't expect him to do it for himself, so he was so moved that he babbled nonsense, "You are such a caring little padded jacket."