Chapter 1225: The Farmer's Feast 1

Don't forget to dig wells, and people can't forget their roots.

Wang Dazhuang and Niu Hong never thought that they would have the honor to stand in front of Huo Xuetong, talk to him, and say it, which can make the eyes of the local colleagues so envious that they have rabbit eyes.

They won't say that's it, though.

The couple respectfully invited Huo Xuetong and Quan Shengnan into the hall.

Although they are second to none in the local wealth, but their hometown house is no different from the local two-story building, that is, the area is larger, there is one more floor, the decoration is a little more luxurious, the pattern is the same, each floor is four, the east and west two are bedrooms, the middle is the living room and dining room, now the lights are colorful, inside and outside the joy.

Compared with Quan Shengnan, who is still young in behavior and does things many times, Huo Xuetong is impeccable, Quan Shengnan admires him so much that he looks at him with bright eyes.

Huo Xuetong enjoyed his girlfriend's little worship very much, with a warm and elegant smile on his face.

The two of them are not the kind of people who are high-minded, plus Huo Xuetong is mature, elegant and graceful, and his words and deeds make everyone who talks to him feel that he is respected, and there is no discomfort caused by different statuses and classes.

With the development of social economy, living in the city for a long time, and because of the change of architectural patterns, door-to-door is not necessarily a greeting, so it is indeed lacking the unique enthusiasm and simplicity of the countryside.

As soon as he entered the hall, the old man sitting on the wooden sofa got up to greet him, "Da Zhuang, has the distinguished guest arrived?" ”

The old man was about sixty years old, tall and thin, with dark skin and wrinkled faces, and wore a dark blue cardigan that was actually popular in the sixties and seventies in the countryside, somewhat similar to a tunic.

He wore a cloth hat on his head, revealing an old newspaper padded in the hat, which was shiny with oil.

"Yes, uncle, it's a distinguished guest, the biggest guest in our family." After Wang Dazhuang finished answering the old man's words, he turned his head to Huo Xuetong and smiled cautiously: "Mr. Huo, this is my uncle in my family, in our words here, he is the housekeeper of the wedding, and my uncle manages and distributes everything inside and out." ”

Even if it is his own uncle, he is also an authentic old farmer, Wang Dazhuang is especially worried that a noble son like Huo Xuetong from a family will look down on him, and he is afraid that the uncle will not know the proportions of his words and offend Huo Xuetong.

Therefore, when Wang Dazhuang spoke, his heart was raised high.

Unexpectedly, Huo Xuetong took two steps forward, held Uncle Wang's thick and calloused hands with both hands, and said very politely: "Hello old man, there is a joy in the house, the affairs are busy, we are early, so we will disturb one more day than others, please forgive me." It is said that hundreds of miles of different customs and customs, we come from other places, do not understand the local customs, the day of great joy in the house, if we do not do it thoughtfully, you must point it out, can not spoil the joy of the house. ”

Whether it is language or demeanor, Huo Xuetong's performance is like a spring breeze.

Wang Dazhuang's heart in mid-air fell with a thud, and an extremely happy smile appeared on his face.

Uncle Wang didn't expect that the handsome and noble looking rich man would speak so well, and he didn't dislike himself at all that he was an old man in the countryside, and a slight smile appeared on his face unconsciously, "Don't say that, don't say that, you are a distinguished guest." ”