20demayo Chapter 1933 Look, that's my husband.
Chapter 1933 Look, that's my husband.
Caibao has been clamoring for a long time that she is the head of the Shen family. Well, I wonder if Comrade Shen Dazhi will agree to that.
But she didn't care!
Now, she and Chen Chuan jokingly call her "Head of the Family" from time to time, and the little one answers crisply and sweetly.
Shen Xi told Wen Jing about the treasure and received envious looks in return.
No, what's there to envy?
Wen Jing sighed: "You don't understand. I would rather Xiang Zai be focused on becoming the head of the Lu family than be focused on becoming a night owl."
Hahaha, okay.
Five people sat at the table, eating, drinking, and making merry. The barbecue lasted for over an hour, with plate after plate being added. The long line of people waiting for a table were practically staring at each other with wide eyes.
But they won't leave, and the boss isn't urging them to leave. What can you do?
If any other table lingered for even a little while, the owner would come over and kick them out. Those who were kicked out were indignant, pointing at Chen Chuan's table and asking, "They arrived before us and haven't left yet, why are you kicking us out?"
Old Ma tossed the rag aside: "Because I want to, what's it to you? If you're unhappy, just keep it to yourself! This is my stall, I'm the boss!"
Both fierce and ruthless.
These people have no idea about the relationship between the owner of Hecheng and his regular customers. Chen Chuan and his friends have been eating here for over ten or twenty years. When the owner is busy, they grill their own skewers, take them to the table themselves, and pay for them themselves.
Old Ma didn't need to worry about it at all.
Therefore, they always have a seat when they come, and they are never rushed.
The customers over there, unaware of the situation, kept complaining about how unfair it was, so the owner simply told them to get out: "Get out! I won't do business with you again!"
When the other party tried to cause trouble again, Old Ma's three sons stepped forward. Each of them was burly and had bulging muscles, which scared the other party away in a sorry state. The people in line behind them immediately became quiet and obedient.
After Chen Chuan and his group finished their meal and were about to leave, Old Ma came over with a towel draped over his arm and said to Chen Chuan in Hecheng dialect, "Little Chen, I have a piece of land that's causing me some trouble. Could you take a look at it for me?"
Chen Chuan sat down again, and Shen Xi and the others left first.
Right next door is Hecheng's most famous night market. They were quite full, so taking a walk to digest their food would be a good idea.
Zhou Yunxiao said to Shen Xi, "Don't be fooled by the fact that Lao Ma runs a barbecue stall and seems to be making a lot of hard-earned money. He's actually quite wealthy."
After so many years and opening numerous chain stalls, he could have easily retired long ago. However, he couldn't stay idle, so he continued to run the original stall where he started.
"Years ago, he took A-Chuan's advice and bought several plots of land. He made over a billion yuan just from the land alone. So, when A-Chuan comes over for barbecue, it's all free."
However, since someone else was treating, A-Chuan didn't want to take advantage of him.
Anyway, whenever he comes here to eat, it's either someone else who pays or Old Ma who pays. He always eats for free and doesn't spend a penny of his own money.
Old Ma trusts Ah Chuan's judgment the most. He likes to consult with him on everything. Over the years, he has also followed Ah Chuan to buy properties from time to time and made a fortune.
Chen Chuan is happy to offer advice to those who treat him with sincerity, especially when eating such delicious skewers, which can greatly improve one's mood.
They bought at a low price and then, on Chen Chuan's advice, sold most of their shares before the housing prices fell, making a huge profit.
In Zhou Yunxiao's opinion, even if Lao Ma treated A Chuan to barbecue for the rest of his life, he would still be making a fortune.
You know, even if Xi Chen wanted A Chuan to come up with an idea, and he threw money at him, A Chuan might not even pay him any attention.
But Chen Chuan and Lao Ma had a very good relationship. Even when Lao Ma was just a small vendor, Chen Chuan remained the same, whether he was poor or rich.
Shen Xi was unaware of this connection between Chen Chuan and the boss.
She always felt that Chen Chuan had an indescribable charm, was very down-to-earth, and could interact with ordinary people.
For example, he would go grocery shopping with the older women every day, listening to their chatter about this and that, and he would listen with a smile.
She takes Caibao to square dancing every day and even helps take photos and videos; she's extremely enthusiastic.
For example, right now, when Shen Xi looked back, Chen Chuan was surrounded by a group of vendors, all chattering away, wanting to talk to him about something.
Zhou Yunxiao saw it too and smiled: "They've been regulars for over ten years. We used to eat and drink here often when we were in school, so we all know each other."
They usually keep things bottled up, waiting for A-Chuan to ask them.
I don't know how they've managed to stay awake for so long without A-Chuan. It's kind of funny when I think about it.
Shen Xi didn't find it funny; she liked Chen Chuan's down-to-earth charm.
Wearing an old T-shirt, eating skewers, and then helping a bunch of elderly people solve their problems—how vibrant and lively!
She said to Zhou Yunxiao, "Look, that's my husband."
Zhou Yunxiao:......
Holy crap, she totally showed off.
Shen Xi then looked at Wen Jing, who immediately raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I know it's your husband. You're so lucky, I'm so envious."
Yes, Shen Xi was very satisfied.
Wen Jing and Lu Jun exchanged a glance and smiled at the same time. They held hands and strolled leisurely through the night market.
In this rare moment of relaxation, they belatedly realized that it had been a long time since they had gone on a date alone, if today could even be considered a date.
"Xiao Jing," Lu Jun looked at his wife tenderly, "I'm sorry, it seems I still haven't been able to give you the kind of love you want most."
He seemed unable to provide, unable to give, a love that was passionate, intense, and reckless, a love that defied the entire world.
Not only did they not help her, they also dragged her into the tedious process of childbirth and childcare, causing her mental stress.
Wen Jing reached out and patted his shoulder: "Don't talk nonsense."
She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "Actually, as long as I'm by your side, as long as we love each other, that's the kind of love I want most."
He looked back at her: "Including Xiangzai?"
"Oh, don't bring up unpleasant things or people during such a happy time."
He smiled and said, "Okay."
Wen Jing rested her head on his shoulder, and the two walked slowly and affectionately.
People come and go in an endless stream, and the smoke and various aromas rising from the stalls intertwine to create the most authentic picture of life.
Just like them, calm yet steadfast.
“Ah Jun.”
"Ok?"
"I am very happy."
He opened his mouth to ask a question, but she quickly interrupted him: "Yes, because of Xiangzai, I am very happy. Thank you, Ajun, for giving me the home I wanted."
"You're welcome, and thank you for making my life complete."
He still spoke in that refined, scholarly manner, but she liked it.
Life is never perfect; it's just about finding the sweetest candy among a pile of broken glass. Even if you get pricked and bleed, as long as the candy is sweet enough in the end, you can make yourself feel better, right?
Lu Jun was like that piece of candy to her; she took a bite, and yes, it was sweet, and she was very happy.