Jiang Mei held the bottle of white wine, walked up to Wang Jichang, and said squirmingly: "Uncle Wang, I'll toast you." ”

The toast here in the Quartet sometimes just refers to pouring wine, and the person who pours the wine does not need to accompany the drinker.

"Okay, good, just pour a little bit. Wang Jichang saw Jiang Mei come to toast him, grinned and smirked, and said three good words in a row.

"Uncle Wang, you're not right. Mei Mei toasted you for the first time in so many years, you must do it first!" Zhang Xiaojun said disrespectfully on the side, and at the same time gave his mother-in-law a look.

Jiang Mei was reluctant, but it was not easy to refute her husband's face on this occasion, so she had to say to Wang Jichang: "Uncle Wang, you see, I haven't given you a toast for so many years, and today is the first time to toast you, why did you do it first!"

"Then, if you want it, you want it!" Facing Jiang Mei's soft words at close range, Wang Jichang couldn't stand it at all (couldn't hold it steady), tremblingly picked up the wine glass, brought it to his mouth, and sprinkled a few drops on his shirt.

After Wang Jichang dried the wine glass in his hand, Jiang Mei began to pour wine for Wang Jichang, and stopped after pouring half of it. Her husband has been toasting Wang Jichang not long ago, and she sees it in her eyes. In Jiang Mei's eyes, this wine is definitely not a good thing, and it is better to drink less or less.

"Hey, Meimei, what are you pouring half a cup for? Quickly pour a full cup for Uncle Wang!" Zhang Xiaojun urged on the side.

As a last resort, Jiang Mei had no choice but to continue pouring the wine bottle, and did not stop until the wine glass in front of Wang Jichang was eight points full. At this time, Jiang Mei wanted to leave, but found that Zhang Xiaojun was giving herself a fierce look again.

Jiang Mei understood very well what this look meant, because just last night, Zhang Xiaojun had discussed with her what she wanted her to do today. Jiang Mei was very repulsed and resistant, but she couldn't rely on Zhang Xiaojun's "tirade" in the name of her son Zhang Ke, she didn't want to quarrel with her husband, so she had to nod for the time being, saying that she would see it then. She thought that her husband had forgotten about last night, but looking at his appearance today, and the words he said at the wine table, it turned out that he had always remembered it.

"Uncle Wang, I see that the business of your rice noodle shop is so good, you can sell a lot of bowls in a day?" Jiang Mei, who was standing in front of Wang Jichang, asked casually.

"Sell, can't sell many bowls. Wang Jichang stammered a little. Jiang Mei was standing next to him, so close that he could even smell the aroma coming from Jiang Mei, which made Wang Jichang slightly excited and a little uncomfortable at the same time.

"Is there five hundred bowls?" Jiang Mei continued.

"I, I don't know. People come and go all day, no, no cut (go) count. Wang Jichang suddenly felt dry mouth, and unconsciously picked up the wine glass and took a dry mouthful.

And Zhang Xiaojun saw Wang Jichang's appearance and knew that he had the right card, so he hurriedly continued to look at his wife.

Jiang Mei's face was embarrassed, but looking at the expression on her husband's face, she understood that if she didn't do what Zhang Xiaojun told her last night today, she would probably make a lot of noise as soon as she got home. Jiang Mei gritted her teeth and began to continue pouring wine for Wang Jichang.

"Uncle Wang, come, I'll pour you another glass. ”

"Yes, yes!"

"Uncle Wang, I see that the store next door to you is going to be renovated, is it about to open after the decoration is completed?"

"At the end of this month. Now the switches, sockets and lamps are not installed, and the custom-made tables and benches have not been pulled back. As soon as these switches, sockets and lamps are installed, and the tables and benches are pulled back, they can open for business. As long as it doesn't involve the core secrets of the rice noodle shop, Wang Jichang's speech is very normal.

"Then as soon as your new store opens, there will be two stores, will there be enough manpower by then?"

"Maybe one or two more. On the other side of Jiang Mei's question, Wang Jichang can be said to have answered all questions.

"Ah, really? Uncle Wang, do you think I can come to work in your shop?"

"What, you, do you want to come to work in the store?" Seeing that Jiang Mei said that she thought of rice noodles coming to work, Wang Jichang's wine suddenly woke up halfway, "What are you kidding, Mei Mei? You and the army sell horizontal ducks and sell windmills, make so much money a day, and you can still look at the small amount of money that goes to work in the rice noodle shop? Don't you joke with your Uncle Wang!" Wang Jichang shook his head.

This time, before Jiang Mei could speak, Zhang Xiaojun, who was sitting next to Wang Jichang, said: "Uncle Wang, Jiang Mei didn't joke with you. Uncle Wang, you have never sold horizontal ducks, and you don't know the hard work of selling horizontal ducks. Not to mention getting up early and being greedy for darkness, I still deal with water all day long. Jiang Mei is only in her twenties now, and when it comes to rainy days, her hands and feet start to hurt. If it weren't for the fact that it's hard to find a job now, I wouldn't have wanted her to do this.

"Also, selling horizontal ducks is not as profitable as you think. You can ask Uncle Li and Zhang Yu about this. The first two years are indeed relatively profitable, but in the past two years, there are too many people doing it. You have also been to the big market in the four directions, and the first line (a row) is full of horizontal ducks, and the competition is too fierce to make any money at all. ”

As soon as Zhang Xiaojun said this, Zhang Jifa and Zhang Yu began to nod their heads in agreement, saying that it was difficult to do a horizontal duck business, and the money was becoming more and more difficult to make.

"So, Uncle Wang, if your rice noodle shop wants to recruit people, do you see if you can let Jiang Mei come over and try it? Jiang Mei has been married for so many years, and Uncle Wang, you are also looking at her. When I didn't sell horizontal ducks at the beginning, I had to work in the fields at home. I, Zhang Xiaojun, don't dare to guarantee anything else, but when it comes to doing work, I, a man, can't compare to Jiang Mei! So Uncle Wang, don't worry, Jiang Mei will never embarrass you when she arrives in your store!" Zhang Xiaojun patted his chest and said.

"This, I still know Meimei's personality. That...... Anyway, the rice noodle shop has to recruit people, if Mei Mei really wants to come, then come here!" Wang Jichang saw that Zhang Xiaojun had already said this, and Jiang Mei was on the side, constantly pouring wine for him, Wang Jichang really couldn't say a word. Under the rotation of Zhang Xiaojun's two sons, he has forgotten that the recruitment of people does not seem to be in his hands, but should be in charge of his stepson.

"Uncle Wang is just refreshing! Meimei, hurry up and fill the cup for your Uncle Wang again." Come, bring my cup, and you can have a drink with Uncle Wang. ”

"Uncle Wang, come, I'll toast you......"

Since the three tables are all in the same courtyard, not far from each other, the conversation between Zhang Xiaojun and Wang Jichang is full of temperament and loud, so although Wang Bo did not sit at the same table with Zhang Xiaojun, the things they talked about at that table, especially the part where Zhang Xiaojun asked Jiang Mei to come over to toast his Lao Tzu, Wang Bo completely listened to it.

What kind of chicken is this Zhang Xiaojun doing? A good level duck is not sold, the boss is not appropriate, let his wife come out to be an errand runner Qiu'er (Xiao Er)?

Something is wrong!

Wang Bo was very puzzled by this. He didn't believe what Zhang Xiaojun said, the competition was fierce, and he couldn't make any money selling horizontal ducks. This is completely Zhang Xiaojun's "bearded crossing the street - modest", and his family keeps telling outsiders that they can't make much money selling rice noodles.

Could it be that Jiang Mei really has severe rheumatoid arthritis? Wang Bo couldn't help but think.

If ginger plum really has arthritis, it is indeed not suitable to get too much water. Because Wang Bo has a distant relative, it is because he was dipped in cold water a lot when he was at the girl's house, and now he is suffering from arthritis, the joints of his hands and feet are seriously deformed, and he has almost become a waste, and he relies on all kinds of messy medicines all year round to maintain himself.

Wang Bo in his previous life did not know whether Jiang Mei had rheumatoid arthritis. Because in the previous life, their family belonged to the object of Zhang Xiaojun's contempt, and after seeing them, they were completely nostrils to the sky, and they didn't want to shake off a second glance. Therefore, it is not impossible for Zhang Xiaojun to say that his wife has rheumatoid arthritis.

It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, so come if you want to come! Wang Bo flattened his mouth and thought. He may not agree with the others, but if it is Jiang Mei, then there is no problem. Not to mention anything else, just because Jiang Mei was not as developed as Zhang Xiaojun in her previous life, she was ungrateful, even if she was still very polite to her family after she had money, he felt that the essence of this woman was not bad.

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