Chen Qiurong's small noodle restaurant is still deserted as before, but it is not lonely at all, and there is a lively and heart-warming atmosphere against the backdrop of colorful stickers on the walls.

Chen Qiurong's father could still recognize Xiong Baizhou, smiled innocently, and made a few more gestures.

"My dad asked you, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Not a picky eater, do what you eat. ”

Sheng Yuanqing was driven back to the Zhoumei Electric Appliance branch in the central city of Huiyang, leaving this reckless man in the way here, so it was better to let Sheng Yuanqing go back and enjoy it.

If you compare the reception of the Huiyang branch, this small noodle restaurant can indeed be regarded as a coarse food like a mountain.

If Zhoumei Electric Appliances is settled in every city in the country, this network will provide great help to Xiong Baizhou's other businesses in the future, at least stable logistics services can be provided.

However, Xiong Baizhou likes this faint tranquility.

Since she had already decided to go to college, Chen Qiurong didn't have to study anymore, she rolled up her sleeves and showed her snow-white wrists to help wash vegetables and cook, and Xiong Baizhou went to the backyard with the headlights on by herself.

The first impression of Chen Qiurong's home is simple and tidy, although the area is small, there are not too many clutter, and the most that catches the eye is a shade of green.

Under the left corner of the wall, there is a row of dwarf and vigorous grass and trees, there are osmanthus trees, magnolias, green bamboos, at this time the golden crow has fallen, the jade plate rises slowly, under the bright moon half of the wall, the laurel shadow is mottled, Shanshan is lovely.

In the corner of the wall on the right, a wooden shelf was erected, on which green loofahs and other vines clinged to it, and what drooped down was the fruit, and what bloomed was hope.

Huiyang does not have a large-scale heavy industry manufacturing plant for the time being, and it belongs to the suburbs, so the air quality is very good, and the taste is refreshing when you take a breath.

Chen Qiurong raised her head and saw Xiong Baizhou observing the plants, his back was straight and strong, long and calm.

At this time, Chen Qiurong's father suddenly made a gesture: "Is he in Yuecheng?"

"Yes. Chen Qiurong nodded.

"Are others reliable?"

Chen Qiurong didn't expect her father to suddenly ask like this, it seems that he understands many things from a father's point of view, even if he can't speak.

"Hmm!" she replied firmly.

This silent exchange lasted for a long time, until the table was already full of dishes, and Chen Qiurong's father seemed to want to take out all the good things that had been added to the family.

"Are you alright? Xiong Baizhou walked in and looked at Chen Qiurong, whose eyes were slightly red.

Chen Qiurong shook her head, just helping Xiong Baizhou to put the dishes and chopsticks neatly.

Chen Qiurong's father took off his apron and went to the backyard at this time, Xiong Baizhou saw through the window that the middle-aged man had removed a cluster of laurel trees, and then turned around a few times as if looking for the right position, picked up a shovel, and dug vigorously and firmly.

Xiong Baizhou suddenly understood something in his heart.

"How many years?" asked Xiong Baizhou softly.

"Eighteen years. "This is Chen Qiurong's age.

Absorb the water of the lake in front of the door and make sake fragrant.

In ancient times, there was a custom among the people, when a daughter was born, when the child was full moon, he would choose several altars of wine, bury the mouth of the altar in the ground, and take it out to entertain relatives and friends when the daughter got married, so it was named "daughter red."

Obviously, Chen Qiurong, a father who can't speak, has heard this story very much, and has also adopted this method, sealing many times with clay jars in a row, but I don't know which way to bury the wine.

Xiong Baizhou sighed in his heart, his daughter's red wine is real, but this story is just a beautiful legend, buried in the ground like this for so long, the smell of wine should have volatilized early, at most there is only a little turbid water that tastes wrong.

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