At half past twelve, Zhang Jing's birthday party started, and there were three tables, one table for men, one table for women, and one table for children.

As the targets of Zhang Jifa and his wife's special care this time, Zhang Jifa and Li Guilan strongly invited Wang Bo to be the main table for the men to sit on. However, Wang Bo has no common language with his old man, Zhang Jing's old man, Zhang Xiaojun, Zhang Laoer and others, who are of his peers, but there are common languages, such as women, who tell a few dirty jokes, but with his age and the role he currently plays, it is definitely not suitable. Therefore, in order not to be too boring and too restrictive for the lunch meal, he rejected the couple's kindness and took the initiative to relegate to sit with Zhang Jing and other children.

The one Wang Bo wants to sit next to him the most was Zhang Xiaojun's wife Jiang Mei. He initially planned to sit next to him by several mother-in-law and aunts (generally referring to women), but before he could speak, Zhang Jing came over to pull him and asked him to go with her. Wang Bo couldn't say no, so he had to go with regret.

But it's good, although Zhang Jing cannot be more charming and mature than Jiang Mei, the young woman whom all men in Lan Hui Town want to make, she is better than younger and more lively. The kind of youthful atmosphere that is overflowing from her body is incomparable to Jiang Mei, a married woman. As a man with a physiological age of 17 and a psychological age of 33, unlike an old guy like Taiwan Li Ao, the older he is, the better he has, the younger heels, the younger heels, the younger heels, the more harsh heels, in his age, Wang Bo's appreciation level is not as harsh as Li Ao in his age. From 15 and 16 years old to 35 and 37 and 38 years old, all of them are within the scope of his "appreciation". Girls or women in this age group can find beauty that can be appreciated from him, which are his own dishes.

At present, the premise is that the other party is a beauty, and he is a beauty within his standards, such as slender fingers, white and neat teeth, etc.

After sitting down, Wang Bo began to observe the lunch meal. Cold dishes include white chopped chicken, cold red oil pork ears, and fried peanuts; hot dishes include boiled fish, green beans, braised duck with green beans, braised fatty sausage, steamed pork with kelp, and stewed pork feet with kelp; two braised dishes are oil-dripping goose and roasted duck; finally a few stir-fried dishes, double-cooked pork, Mapo tofu, and pea tips fried shredded pork. Basically, they are all meat dishes, and there are no vegetarian dishes!

I like!

Wang Bo glanced roughly and felt that the meal at noon was really good, worthy of the box of peaches he bought.

In the most formal treats in the four sides, even the poorest families usually have a large table to eat. Wang Bo doesn’t know when this slightly extravagant and wasteful atmosphere started. Anyway, he can remember that whether it is a blessing (traveling relatives) or a guest at home, the food is always rich. He thinks this may have something to do with the delicious food of Shu people and the food they can make. Moreover, whether it is Guanghan who his mother stayed before remarrying or the Sifangs he is now, according to his son Wang Jichang, they are all the "five counties" of Shu Province, and the overall economic conditions rank among the top counties and cities in Shu. The so-called land and water nourish the people, and they live in a delicious place since childhood, and it is difficult for Wang Bo to think it is delicious.

The biggest one at Wang Bo’s table was him, followed by Zhang Jing, followed by Zhang Jing’s two cousins ​​and a cousin, as well as Zhang Xiaojun’s younger child Zhang Ke, and Zhang Lao Er’s baby Zhang Qiang. Wang Bo and Zhang Jing’s common language are not much, not to mention the little kid who is five or six years younger than Zhang Jing and eleven or two years old. Therefore, in addition to chatting with Zhang Jingdong every word during dinner, most of his attention was concentrated on the two tables next to him.

The main table where several men were sitting, except for Li Guilan's brothers and brother-in-law, Zhang Jifa, Zhang Xiaojun, Zhang Laoer, and Zhang Yu were all businessmen. Of course, now we need to add the "big businessman" Wang Jichang. In the past, people looked down on him and did not take him to play. Now, Wang Jichang was placed in the upper seat by Zhang Jifa as a guest of honor (the position facing north and south). At first, he was a little uncomfortable, but after a few cups of horse peeing, he would be at ease and become comfortable.

Shortly after the meal, Zhang Xiaojun stood up and filled the cup in front of Wang Jichang first, and then filled his own cup.

"Come on, Uncle Wang, I'll give you a cup. You can do it, I'll do it." After saying that, Zhang Xiaojun drank it all in one go.

Wang Jichang never complained about the challenges at the table, let alone the challenges of a junior. Zhang Xiaojun drank it all, so he naturally drank it in one gulp.

Zhang Xiaojun took the lead, and Zhang Laoer was not willing to let the emperor down. He also followed suit to toast Wang Jichang. Wang Jichang refused everyone and did the same thing.

After a few rounds, another toast, Zhang Xiaojun asked Wang Jichang tentatively: "Uncle Wang, I see you have put down the original 'Honghong Chinese Restaurant' and are now being renovated. Good guy, I have never seen your decoration, and it is rare in all directions! It looks too domineering and too high-end. Uncle Wang, you must have spent a lot of money on doing this?"

"Who said no! I originally wanted to open business like that, but my baby was thinking about it all day long and said I wanted to decorate it. It was just decoration. A simple decoration was enough. But he said that he wanted to learn KFC. If he didn't do it, he wouldn't do it. If he wanted to do it, he would have to do it! You see, it's impossible to do business now, and he's a lot of debt!" Wang Jichang said with a shaking head.

Zhang Xiaojun said that he didn't understand "KFC" and "KFC Duck", and he didn't care about this.

"Oh, it turns out that Boer thought of it. No wonder he didn't talk about it! Uncle Wang, if I opened a rice noodle shop with a business as good as you, like you, I would definitely not want to do anything to decorate it. It would be better to open it directly and sell it for money! Young people are different, they are educated and dare to think and fight. Unlike us, they are old and have no motivation anymore." Zhang Xiaojun said.

"Junwa, I, the old guy, didn't even call me old, what are you old?! Old nest stone (stone) is almost the same!" Zhang Xiaojun called out to him, and Wang Jichang felt a little funny.

"Uncle Wang, of course I am not old compared to you, but in front of Bo'er, we are old. Zhang Ke is almost going to kindergarten in two years." Zhang Xiaojun defended, "By the way, Uncle Wang, you 'Sister Zeng Mi noodles', I don't think you don't have to fight for the church. The business is so good, and you may have to make hundreds of yuan a day now?" Zhang Xiaojun asked.

When Zhang Xiaojun asked this, several men at the same table couldn't help but prick up their ears. Everyone was extremely curious about how much money Wang Jichang could make in a day. Some said one hundred, some said two hundred, and some said three hundred, five hundred, but everyone was speculating, and no one heard Wang Jichang's family reveal it personally.

Wang Jichang had already rehearsed this question countless times. He calmly took a sip of wine, took a bite of oil to drizzle the goose's thigh meat, mixed it and swallowed it, wiped the oil from his mouth with his backhand, and then he slowly said: "Baibaiziyuan? How many are there? If there are so many, I will wake up laughing when I sleep!"

"I don't get a hundred hundred sons? It's impossible, Uncle Wang? Even if you sell 400 bowls a day, you can earn 100 cents a day, and 4832 yuan, that's 320 yuan. That's not a hundred sons?" Zhang Xiaojun didn't believe it, nor did others believe it.

"Where can I get four hundred bowls? And where can I make one bowl? The profit of snacks can be half-two, but that is other rice noodles, not our "Zeng Sao rice noodles! Our "Zeng Sao rice noodles" uses all the best from various main ingredients to auxiliary ingredients! For example, we only use Maowen peppers produced by Maowen! The chili peppers are only made from Guizhou Chaotian peppers, all of which are super-grade! The price is much higher than that of others! If others can get half-two, it is good if we can get 30% or 40% of the profit. This is not considered artificial, water, electricity, and rent. Once these things are separated, there is no money left!" Wang Jichang began to complain in front of several people, calling him poor and practicing Tai Chi.

But the few people at the table still didn't believe it. The reason is very simple. If Wang Jichang and his wife didn't make money, would they expand their scale? Not only did they expand the scale, but they also carried out high-end decorations? Now the couple rarely even live in rural houses, and moved to the city to become urbanites! They also said that they had not made any money?

What a fool!

Zhang Xiaojun, who did not take out Wang Jichang's truth, was very unwilling to accept it. He turned his head and saw his wife drinking a drink with a drink cup. So he waved his hand and shouted loudly:

"Jiang Mei, why are you doing this? Come and toast Uncle Wang! Just patronize yourself and don't even know how to toast the wine?"

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