The story later became cliché. Naturally, during the performance, a big boss was shocked that he was a goddess, and he chased her regardless.

This guy was so exaggerated that he insisted on buying a car for his cousin. After being rejected, he became his own driver and picked up and dropped off her every day.

Once, my cousin went to perform in another place, and the hotel arranged by the organizer was not very good. My cousin complained, so he just booked the best hotel in the area and moved the entire model team there.

Although my cousin thought this man was a bit tacky, it was really heart-warming. In addition, everyone around him had benefited a lot and were saying good things to him. In the end, my cousin relented and agreed to get married.

If this matter were to be dealt with twenty years later, it would be really nonsense. They would probably think that cousin Jianhua was really lucky to have found a rich son-in-law while dragging the oil bottle.

There are people who would rather cry in a BMW. Wouldn’t it be nice to live in a villa and be a young mistress?

However, this matter is a little different today. The secular prejudice makes Sangu feel that she can't hold her head high in the factory, and cousin Jianhua also seldom returns to the factory after getting married because of the gossip.

"It all comes down to fate." The third aunt sighed again: "Originally, your brother-in-law was on shift that day, but the factory notified him at short notice after twelve o'clock and asked him to go to Yichang, but something happened!"

"Your sister cried so hard that she even broke Tongtong's breasts. If it weren't for Tongtong, I guess she would have gone with her. Alas..."

"It's over, it's over." Zhou Zhi said: "My brother-in-law is more than ten years older than my sister. He has been married before, right?"

"You still think that your sister is a treasure who can find the next generation?" said the third aunt: "We also married her. Later, she was imprisoned for a few years for speculation, and they divorced her in prison!"

"Then what is he doing now?" Zhou Zhi in his previous life didn't pay much attention to these things and had never been to Yuzhou. He only heard about it from cousin Jianmin who occasionally came to Jiachuan for vacation. He knew that his cousin

In the end, I married a big boss, but I never met this brother-in-law and didn't even know what he did.

"Your brother-in-law runs a clothing company that sells clothes." The third aunt said, "How else would he hook up with your cousin? We can barely count as colleagues."

They roughly understood it. Seeing that San Gu was in a bad mood, Zhou Zhi changed the topic: "Then what are cousin Jianjun and cousin Jianmin doing now? It looks like the factory's performance is a bit bad, right?"

"Didn't Xiao Wang just say that everyone in our family has craftsmanship?" The third aunt was a little happy now: "Your cousin Jianjun can drive, but now he is running wild boar. Jianmin has been making clothes, your brother-in-law and cousin

I asked him several times to help in the factory, but he still didn’t go.”

"Wild Boar" is the name for wild taxis in Sichuan and Chongqing. In today's slightly larger cities, you can already see some distinctive vehicles, such as the yellow Little Chang'an Bread, running on the road.

Some annoying people stood on the roadside and waved their hands and yelled "Pig!" The driver hit the brakes and smiled at the annoying people who cursed: "Where are you going?!"

This is of course not because the drivers are cheap, but because the income they earn from this business brings them enough happiness to make them forget about these unhappiness.

After the aunt and nephew finished eating the noodles, Zhou Zhi picked up the basket, held the third aunt's hand, and went to the vegetable market together.

The vegetable market was also spun off from the factory area, so the area was full of acquaintances.

The merchants were extremely surprised that Sangu came to buy vegetables just after noon, because Sangu usually opened the market at four o'clock in the morning, so she would come to buy the freshest ingredients, and after going back to process them, she would still have time to wait for diners.

Every time at this time, the third aunt would proudly say: "My nephew came to see me from Jiachuan after his college entrance examination, and I took him to buy groceries."

Then there will definitely be people who can't help but ask: "How did you do in the exam?"

At this time, the third aunt will smile slightly: "Elbow is this year's top scholar in liberal arts."

Zhou Zhi was helpless, but he had no choice but to put on a smile and pretend to be good.

Until one person was shocked and added: "Should I go to Tsinghua University or Peking University?" When Zhou Zhi answered Shu University, the person looked in disbelief: "Why did the number one scholar in liberal arts study at Shu University?"

After that, Third Aunt stopped showing off, but Zhou Zhi estimated that Third Aunt would make a note for that person in the little notebook in her heart, which would last a lifetime.

The weather was hot, so I couldn't buy too many vegetables. Third aunt was still very picky, and Zhou Zhi was very greedy for the braised duck sold in one place. However, third aunt disliked other people's duck necks because they didn't clean the hair on their necks, so she wouldn't let Zhou Zhi buy it.

Zhou Zhi explained that we don’t eat the duck neck anyway, and we can just eat the half with the spices.

Sangu said that the ingredients were not processed cleanly, which means that the store does not care about their craftsmanship, and the stubbled duck neck will affect the taste of the brine, and the brine will affect the quality of the pot of brine, so it is better not to buy it.

Zhou Zhi somewhat understood why Sangu's small noodle stall was opened in the old community and there were still several customers waiting for it after ten o'clock. This person had the same quality control as the aunt, and was even suspected of being mysophobic.

When San Gu came back from shopping, she started cooking. Zhou Zhi took out his camera and took pictures of San Gu. He also took photos of the small noodle shop renovated on the ground floor.

"Elbow, what are you doing?"

"Take a photo of this place and show it to your aunt and parents when you go back," Zhou Zhi said.

"It's weird," said the third aunt.

"Where can I find it? It looks comfortable here." Zhou Zhi said, "What are the neighbors and the factory going to say?"

"What can you say? No one cares about our place. The sanitation department came once and then disappeared. The fire department came twice. Later, we made rectifications and added fire extinguishers and gas tanks, so they just ignored us.

.”

"My neighbors are even better. Every time I come for an inspection, my neighbors help me talk."

"That's good." In fact, the human touch of this old community is closer to the compound of the old days, and since they are all from the same factory, the relationship is even closer.

Noodles are also different from stir-fry dishes. The noodles are fried at home. After opening the shop, there is only the steam from boiling water and there is no pollution from oil fumes.

At most, some early diners will make a little noise, but it is definitely within the tolerable range. In addition, Sangu attaches great importance to environmental hygiene and sells small noodles that taste good and are large and reasonably priced. Everyone feels that there is one more noodle shop in the dormitory area.

The benefits are far greater than nothing.

After taking some photos, Zhou Zhi started to help. The third aunt was very happy to see Zhou Zhi's quick movements: "Wen Quxing still works a lot at home, so it looks like he is a veteran."

The aunt and nephew were chatting like this, and soon the dishes were ready.

At this time, a white crown car drove in, and a beautiful woman got out of the car: "Elbow! It's so big! Mom, here we come!"

Zhou Zhi knew that this must be Jianhua's cousin. No wonder the little king who had just eaten noodles after his second marriage was still thinking about her. She was indeed beautiful.

"Where's Tao Ming?" San Gu asked.

"He's busy in the factory and can't leave. Come back later." After the woman got out of the car, she went to open the back door. A little boy of eight or nine years old jumped out from behind: "Grandma, grandma! Is this my uncle who was the number one scholar?!"

Zhou Zhi had already stood up: "Tongtong is still carrying a schoolbag during the summer vacation. Is this a training class?"

"English!" Tongtong broke out of his schoolbag with Zhou Zhi's help: "Uncle, do you speak English?"
Chapter completed!