"Thank you." Lin Anruo threw herself into Liu Meng's arms.

Liu Meng smelled Lin Anruo's fragrance, let it be, he and Lin Anruo are still separated by a layer of distance after all.

In the distance, in a car, someone took out a camera to film the intimate actions of the two......

After separating from Lin Anruo, Liu Meng rode a tricycle to buy some odds and ends in the county seat and rushed home.

Blue Mercury City.

Old man Lin Chengan put the pomegranate wine in front of Feng Shichong and said, "The pomegranate wine is here, I hope you don't do anything excessive." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Lin, my dad is saved." Feng Shichong opened the pomegranate wine and gave it to his father to drink.

In a moment, Old Man Feng's originally lost vitality began to recover.

Cancer cells in the body also seem to be decreasing.

Pomegranate wine, it is not an exaggeration to say that it has the ability to bring the dead back to life.

"Go, invite Liu Meng here, I have to thank him well." Old Man Feng's 'Feng Wenshan' already had the energy and began to command.

"Dad, you rest first." Feng Shichong said perfunctorily.

"Go quickly, invite Xiao Liu here, I will definitely die without his wine." Feng Wenshan greeted.

"Lao Lin, call Xiao Liu, I want to thank him." Feng Wenshan looked up, but he didn't see Lin Chengan.

"Hey, wasn't it still there just now, this old thing, why didn't you leave without making a sound."

Feng Wenshan was a little inexplicable, but he also sensed the problem.

"Dead thing, didn't you do something dog again, which made Lao Lin unhappy." Feng Wenshan stared at his son, whose face changed slightly.

"Dad, Uncle Lin may be tired, you rest first, you drink this wine slowly, you should recover soon after drinking." Feng Shichong dodged and laughed.

……

The old man took the bus back to the village directly, he knew that this time it was his reason, which made Liu Meng so helpless.

Maybe there will be a gap between his granddaughter and him.

So he didn't stop in Bishui New Town for a moment, everything depends on creation.

Lin family.

Detached house.

Lin Anruo's father, Lin Zhihe, stared at the photo on the table, and his face changed.

"How could An Ruo be so close to this kid?"

"The toad wants to eat swan meat!"

"Whimsical boy, is he worthy of my Lin Zhihe's daughter?"

……

At this time, Liu Meng returned home and pulled a cart of vegetables to the market.

Now that Lu Hongda doesn't dare to play tricks anymore, he can resume selling three truckloads of vegetables a day.

The remaining car was sold to the financial hotel for fifty catties.

When a cart of vegetables was almost half sold, Liu Meng received a call.

"Liu Meng, right?" A voice came over the phone.

"You are?"

It's an unfamiliar number, Liu Meng was slightly puzzled.

"I'm Lin Zhihe?" Lin Zhihe on the other end of the phone said coldly.

Liu Meng was slightly stunned and said, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"You come to Qingfeng Teahouse now." Lin Zhihe said in a commanding tone.

"I'm very busy right now, and I won't be able to do it in half an hour." Liu Meng's face changed slightly, and he didn't have a good impression of Lin Zhihe.

"You come here now." Lin Zhihe said slightly angrily.

"I'll be there in half an hour." Liu Meng's tone was flat, and he hung up the phone directly after speaking.

Lin Zhihe, Lin Anruo's father, what is there to find him?

But no matter what the reason, the other party's tone made him very unhappy.

He is very special to Lin Anruo, but it has nothing to do with Lin Zhihe.

What's more, listening to Lin Zhihe's tone, it shouldn't be a good thing.

But Liu Meng was very curious, so after selling the vegetables, he rode a tricycle directly to Qingfeng Teahouse.

The teahouse is very quiet and in good condition, and it is not for rural people like him to come.

The waiters at the door looked a little strange.

Liu Meng was wearing big pants and a shirt, and his hair had not been taken care of much, so he knew at a glance that he couldn't afford to come here.

However, Liu Meng still went in and saw Lin Zhihe in the hall.

Lin Zhihe sat on the chair and stared at Liu Meng with disdain.

Liu Meng walked up to him and said, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Lin Zhihe threw the photo in his hand in front of Liu Meng and didn't say anything.

Liu Meng looked at the photo, it was the picture of him and Lin Anruo hugging each other, it turned out that it was because of this, no wonder Lin Zhihe would look for him.

"What's wrong?" Liu Meng said calmly.

Lin Zhihe raised his hand and threw the photo on Liu Meng's face, and shouted: "Stay away from my daughter in the future, you are not worthy of her." ”

"This is my matter with An Ruo, and it has nothing to do with you." Liu Meng said calmly.

"I'm her father, I don't care what method you used to deceive my daughter, but I'm telling you now, you are not worthy of her, nor are you worthy of the Lin family, and I will not let her marry you." Lin Zhihe pointed at Liu Meng and said coldly.

"It's not about you." Liu Meng still said calmly.

"Boy, don't play tricks on me here, you're looking for the wrong person, your wine is really good, but you will always be like this, you are a farmer, a farmer who can only farm the land, what qualifications do you have to marry my daughter?"

Lin Zhihe looked at Liu Meng coldly, this kid's calm and calm made him extremely angry.

Yes, he admitted that he had looked away before, but he didn't expect Liu Meng's pomegranate wine to have such a miraculous effect.

But that's all there is to Liu Meng, aside from pomegranate wine, he is just a farmer.

Peasants, how can they be worthy of their daughters?

"Qualifications can always be earned, not to mention, what if An Ruo likes a farmer like me?" A smile appeared at the corner of Liu Meng's mouth.

Lin Zhihe's words were angry, he had already expected that this was the estrangement between him and Lin Anruo, and if he wanted to eliminate it, he couldn't escape it, he could only face it.

"Boy, do you covet my Lin family's property?" Lin Zhihe calmed down, and he thought of this greatest possibility.

Liu Meng smiled slightly and said, "Do you think that's it!" ”

"Wishful thinking!" Lin Zhihe is full of vigilance, this kid really takes a fancy to his family's industry?

Liu Meng turned around and left, he just needed time now.

The Lin family's industry?

He really didn't see it.

Lin Zhihe chased outside, and saw Liu Meng leaving on a tricycle, and there were still some vegetable leaves in the carriage.

"A farmer grows vegetables for a living, and such a life-saving pomegranate wine must not be mass-produced, otherwise how can such a greedy farmer give up such an opportunity to get rich?" Lin Zhihe admitted that Liu Meng's pomegranate wine was a miracle medicine.

The value of pomegranate wine is very high, and he wanted to buy pomegranate wine remedies before, but Liu Meng rejected it.

Now it seems that it is not a refusal at all, but as he expected, the pomegranate wine is not a home remedy at all, and perhaps it was only picked up by this small farmer under certain conditions.

At this moment, Lin Zhihe's phone rang.

"What's wrong?"

"Boss, there is a very special batch of pork in the store, and many customers say they want to eat it." A voice came over the phone.

"I'll come right over." Lin Zhihe didn't think much about Liu Meng's affairs and went directly to the store.

In the city center, an antique hotel called 'Historical Memory'

The hotel is like a manor, most of which are ancient buildings and pavilions.

It has the appearance of an ancient restaurant and the appearance of a tavern.

One of the areas is called 'Post-80s Memory'.

Focusing on the post-80s generation, the earthen stove and the local style.

This is the 'historical memory' of the Lin family's industry.

Unique in the entire county, you can't find a second one.

The manor has more than a dozen floors.

You want to experience the Tang Dynasty restaurant, there are all the style waiters wearing Tang Dynasty costumes, so that you feel like you have really arrived in the Tang Dynasty.

If you want to experience the Song Dynasty restaurant, there is also one upstairs, and all the waiters are also wearing Song Dynasty costumes, chanting poems, and being immersive.

The memory of the post-80s generation is only one category of these many historical memories.

Lin Zhihe rushed to the post-80s memory area, stared at the manager, and said, "What's the matter?" ”

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