Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 5.7

next door?

I don't know if he is too sensitive or Meng Zezhi's suggestion is too obvious. Ye Jingzhou's breathing was short, and he subconsciously turned to look at Meng Zezhi.

But he didn't want the other party to look away, his tone couldn't be more calm: "By the way, Secretary Ye, do you have anything you don't like or need to avoid?"

Ye Jingzhou reacted, probably because he was thinking too much.

He tightened his lips as if mocking himself, too, there are so many people in this world like him.

What's more, this man is old and...well, I can't say ugly. Ye Jingzhou took a look at Meng Zezhi. The most important thing is that he even has grandchildren...

Ye Jingzhou held his mind: "I can eat anything, you don't need to prepare specially."

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi just asked casually. He knew that this man's mouth was picky, he loved sweets, didn't eat onions, chrysanthemum chrysanthemum, and offal...

Ye Jingzhou stayed in Lin's house just like that.

Sauce fried shrimp, steamed yellow croaker, white sliced ​​chicken, fried potato shreds, corn ribs soup...

I never heard that his father can cook. After the Lin family looked at each other, they silently picked up their jobs. Anyway, some of them are good enough to eat, and they want to do so much.

Meng Zezhi put a chopsticks sauce and fried shrimp into Ye Jingzhou's bowl: "Secretary Ye, don't be too restrictive, just treat this as your own home."

Ye Jingzhou couldn't help but glanced at Meng Zezhi more, always feeling that the other party's words contained an unclear meaning.

He coughed slightly: "Thank you."

With Ye Jingzhou here, the Lin family was very gentle after eating.

After dinner, Meng Zezhi counted the time and went to the kitchen: "Boss, daughter-in-law, is the hot water ready?"

"It's done." The eldest daughter-in-law quickly stood up from the fire stove: "Father, I'll call you."

With that, she reached out and opened the lid of the pot.

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi ordered: "Take more and I will send it to Secretary Ye."

"it is good."

"Boom boom boom..."

In the room, Ye Jingzhou was checking the account book, and when he heard a knock on the door, he quickly got off the kang and opened the door: "Comrade Lin."

Meng Zezhi handed him the bucket: "Secretary Ye, I'm bringing you hot water."

"Trouble Comrade Lin." Ye Jingzhou reached out and took the bucket, turned around and entered the room, but turned around and found that Meng Zezhi was still there.

Meng Zezhi leaned on the door frame with little vision, and took out the cigarette stick from his back waist, vomiting, "Listening to Secretary Ye's accent, it's not like a native of Hushou."

"Well, I am from Beijing."

For no reason, Ye Jingzhou was a little uncomfortable, but it was not easy to drive people.

He slowly took a tub from under the table and poured water in.

The water is well mixed and the temperature is right.

"The capital—" Meng Zezhi watched Ye Jingzhou take off his shoes and socks, and put his feet into the hot water.

Ye Jingzhou's feet are just like his people, with moderate fat and thin, well-proportioned lines, like fresh steamed buns, the most attractive.