Perhaps the county seat is not far from the coast.

When the national policy came out, some self-employed people really popped up, and it was not invisible.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Xiaoyuan turned around, saw her looking around, and asked.

Qiao said honestly: "I'm looking at the number of self-employed people in the county, I don't know if the current policy allows self-employed people to set up stalls to sell food, my sister-in-law wants to come to the county to open a stall." ”

"It's easy, you can ask me."

"There are no clear regulations on opening a stall yet, however, the state is supportive, but speculation can not be touched, it is easy to have an accident, if it is just a stall, there is no problem, you just need to go through the procedures."

"That's great."

Qiao was going to go home again and write a letter for the villagers to take back and inform his sister-in-law.

Zhou Xiaoyuan sent her to the dormitory.

Bicycles parked outside the room.

He helped Joe to stand firm again, and took the lead in taking the quilt back.

"Xiaoyi, you go to bed to rest for a while, I'll go out and come back in a while." Zhou Xiaoyuan pushed her into the room.

Qiao knew that Zhou Xiaoyuan was a practical type, and she would leave only if she had something, so she nodded and agreed, and watched Zhou Xiaoyuan go away.

Wait for someone to go.

Joe was a little bored again.

Thinking that Zhou Xiaoyuan would come in the evening, he had to prepare dinner.

In the basket under her desk were a dozen eggs brought from home.

Joe didn't have time to cook again.

He He is back.

Come into the house and talk to her.

He He heard that she was talking to Zhou Xiaoyuan, and she went to watch a movie in the afternoon, and saw that Qiao had to cook again.

He He said: "Again, you cook it yourself, can you do it?" ”

Joe blushed again and was a little unconvinced, "Isn't the rice I cooked delicious?" ”

"You forgot the steamed buns you steamed here last time? It's hard enough to smash walnuts. He He smiled and uncovered her black history.

Joe was embarrassed again.

She doesn't know how to cook herself, and in her previous life, she also ordered takeout or went to the store to eat a lot.

Now don't talk about steamed steamed buns, even fried vegetables, they can be very difficult to eat.

"What then?"

"Let's go to the cafeteria, I heard that there are eggplant boxes and lotus root boxes today, let's go and have a look?"

"Okay."

Qiao took the bowl again and went to the cafeteria with He He to cook.

Zhou Xiaoyuan was carrying two catties of pork, carrying a cabinet behind his bicycle, and when he parked outside Qiao Youyou's room, he smelled the smell of vegetables.

He parked the car and went inside.

"Xiaoyi, are you cooking?"

As soon as he walked to the door, Joe opened the door again, and when he heard this, embarrassment flashed on his face, "I went to the cafeteria to get food." ”

"What did you fight? It's very fragrant. Zhou Xiaoyuan smiled secretly, first moved the cabinet in, and then asked her for kitchen utensils with meat.

Qiao said proudly again: "I beat six eggplant boxes, a plate of braised tofu, braised large intestines, five steamed buns, and two taels of rice." ”

At this time, both canteens and state-run restaurants were very large.

Several dishes were filled in several bowls and basins.

Among them, there are two enamel bowls and basins that were borrowed from He He.

She used to live alone and didn't have many bowls.

"Not bad." Zhou Xiaoyuan praised his face, and when the knife in his hand fell, he cut the meat into thin slices, ready to make back the pot meat according to Qiao Youyou's taste.

"Xiaoyi, you don't know how to cook, do you?"

Zhou Xiaoyuan deliberately teased her with an itchy mouth.

Joe grinned again: "Hmph, I just can't do it, if you dislike me, you can ......"

"I don't dislike it." Zhou Xiaoyuan interrupted her unfinished words, and his expression was a little serious: "Don't say such things as separation, I'm not happy to hear it, there is no next time, otherwise I will clean you up." ”