Song Tan Jishi

   Ah this.

  Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun were silent.

  Only Qiao Qiao said naively: "Brother Yu that day, did you give the gift to increase your salary?"

Zhou Tianyu laughed: "We are looking at performance, and my performance is pretty stable. It's not that easy to raise salary, at most, it's a gift. In the future, we will assign fewer newcomers, save some trouble in the team, and make it easier to get money. "

   "Then..." Qiao Qiao silently calculated: "That is to give gifts, no salary increase. No gifts, no salary increase—then why do you have to give it? Isn't it okay not to give it?"

  That's not what he said. Zhou Tianyu opened his mouth to refute, but after thinking about it, he didn't know what to say. Facing Qiao Qiao's probing eyes, he racked his brains to come up with a metaphor:

"It's like this. The adult's communication is very complicated. For example, I went home on annual leave this time, a total of five days. I gave a gift, and the leave slip was approved. If I don't give a gift, there may be various excuses for not giving it, such as Say busy, recent training, etc."

   "Then I can only ask for personal leave. The personal leave will be deducted 200 for one day, and 1000 for five days. Tell me, is it a big loss?"

   "Yeah, it's a big loss." Qiao Qiao looked at him distressed, as if saying "You are a fool".

  Zhou Tianyu was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had read it wrong, when Qiao Qiao began to snap his fingers:

   "Uncle Mao Zhu took a total of five catties of tea, Brother Tianyu, how many catties did you give away?"

   "Three catties." Zhou Tianyu explained: "Later I said to have more, but my dad didn't agree."

   "Oh, three catties." Qiao Qiao began to calculate: "Three catties of tea leaves cost 30,000 yuan, brother, you can ask for... 150 days of leave!"

   "Brother Tianyu, you are at a loss!"

  Zhou Tianyu: …

  He laughed: "Who told you that the tea leaves are 10,000 yuan? I know it's your tea leaves, but you don't have to cooperate with my dad like this?"

  Qiao Qiao wondered: "Our tea has always been at this price. We also have an online store, selling two hundred catties!"

   It's just that the money is not seen, and a little is sprinkled here and there, so that the money comes and goes, and it is still abject poverty.

  …

  Mao Zhu's wife is cleaning fish at home.

  My son sent a message before saying that he got in the car, so she killed the grass carp—I still felt distressed when I killed it, such a big grass carp, it’s so energetic!

  Originally, three bites for my own family, two or three catties of fish and other things are enough. But when she was about to prepare, she remembered that the fish was 40 pounds a catty, so how delicious is it?

   There is also their family Zhou Maozhu, who never eats like today! At noon, I insisted on holding on, and turned on the fan for a long time in the house.

  So he simply cut the fish in half!

  She doesn't know any high-end methods, grass carp, isn't it just homely?

  Cut half a grass carp into pieces, first wash and soak it with salt water for a while, then clean it up, then mix it with salt and cornstarch, wait for the oil pan to heat up, and fry it directly.

   That scent...

  Not to mention anything else, the gusset on the top of the head has a thumping movement, it must be a wild cat smelling it again!

  Mao Zhu's daughter-in-law also sniffled herself, but she couldn't help it, she picked up a little bit of the freshly fried fish... Oh my god!

   No wonder it costs 40 catties!

  As long as she has tasted it, this time she will have to buy...buy...buy two catties!

   After all, it is really too expensive!

Thinking about it this way, she couldn't resist not eating, and hurriedly chopped onion, onion, ginger, garlic, and some chili peppers and sautéed them in a frying pan until fragrant. After they were all fried, they were poured into a casserole and then fish pieces were added. Add water and a little charcoal simmer...

   Zhou Maozhu, who had a round belly and only ate at noon, strolled in: "This fish is really delicious..."

   Seeing his eyes turn on the chopstick cage, the daughter-in-law glared at him: "The stew is not done!"

   "Besides, didn't you eat at noon?"

  Zhou Maozhu didn't dare to stretch out his hand: "The crucian carp we ate at noon is so fresh and tender! It's just that there are too many small thorns. If it weren't for the fear of getting stuck, we must have eaten it very quickly!"

  …

  Hope and hope, finally, it was dark.

  The watermelon in the pool is already cool to the touch, the stewed fish is fragrant, and the cat on the roof is walking around, meowing anxiously...

  A taxi finally stopped at the door!

  Zhou Maozhu greeted him happily, but he didn't know whether it was his son or his stewed fish.

  However, Zhou Tianyu, who came down, was dejected and his face was gray. His heart skipped a beat, and he didn't even have time to ask why the car was still driving forward—

   "What's wrong?" He asked nervously.

   "It's nothing." Zhou Tianyu twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling that he was the biggest wronged person in history.

  I think that when he delivered the tea, he really thought it was a special product from his hometown, and it cost three to five hundred dollars, so he politely told people about the local product from home, to save face, and to taste the taste.

  The next day, the manager patted him on the shoulder with a kind face, and said good tea, good tea... He thought to himself, no wonder he can be a manager, this emotional intelligence! It's just a little tea, and he is boasting like this, which makes him feel embarrassed.

   After get off work, I bought the book "Speaking Skills with High Emotional Intelligence" like a chicken blood, and it was a hard study.

  Now think about it... **** high EQ!

  Only he is a fool!

  Thinking of this, Zhou Tianyu's expression became even more bitter.

  This is called Zhou Maozhu, how can he believe that nothing is wrong?

For a while, the fragrance of fish could not be smelled anymore, he just sighed: "Tianyu, if you have anything to say, just tell me. Your dad and I also earn a lot of money a month now. If you really resign, stay at home for a while." Nothing for two months."

   It won't work any longer.

  The child has been around for a long time, and people think dogs are disgusting, so it is better to go out.

   "No." Seeing his father's serious expression, Zhou Tianyu could only pull the corner of his mouth with difficulty:

   "I just didn't expect that tea leaves cost 10,000 yuan a catty..."

   "This is unexpected!"

Zhou Maozhu thought he was prevaricating himself: "Didn't I tell you 10,000 yuan a catty? I can still talk nonsense about it! You said, I would be ashamed to accept such expensive tea if it was given to me. It’s not that he didn’t pay for the fried tea…”

"Hey, what do you mean?" He muttered, and looked at his son warily: "I'll tell you! We can't afford such a big gift. You said that if you find a job and enter the unit, we have a connection, then I don't pick on gifts for your dad."

   "But you give this to others as a part-time job, aren't you taking advantage of it?"

   No way!

  Zhou Tianyu thought to himself: I am the one who has been taken advantage of!

   While speaking, the two had already entered the yard.

  In the yard, a big civet cat with flower arms was circling anxiously at the kitchen door, with fierce eyes, but a soft meow that was as soft as death.

  Zhou Tianyu was taken aback for a moment, and then he smelled the tangy aroma:

   "What is this stew? Why is it so fragrant?"

   "Ouch!" Zhou Maozhu was in a hurry: This fish has been stewed for a long time, don't stew it until it rots!

   "Hurry up, you still haven't washed your hands? Just to wait for you, you haven't eaten until now."

  But it’s not even seven o’clock now, seven o’clock in the summer night, is it late?

   A thought flashed in Zhou Tianyu's mind, and another scent wafted over. He couldn't care about anything else, and hurried to wash his hands.

   It's daytime again! Late but here!

   Next, I have to move twice... It has been many days since I was discharged from the hospital, but my left forearm is still edematous, and it hurts when I press it. I really don't understand it.