Whose farming family has the male protagonist giving three piglets as a gift at the beginning?

When Su Ziling came to the room, she saw Mr. Su whose silence is golden, his father who was a little embarrassed, and his third uncle who was expressionless.

The moment they saw her open the door and come in, Mr. Su and Father Su breathed a visible sigh of relief.

"Girl Su is here? That's just in time. I'll have people serve food to you. Eat and then go back. I guess you won't have time to eat even if you pay taxes today."

Wang Fusheng's expression was normal and he was still smiling.

"Okay, thank you very much, Uncle Wang."

Hearing Su Ziling's response, Su's father was so anxious that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Mr. Su coughed and said, "Xiao Qing, let's not eat any food. If you've sold all the food, let's go home quickly."

Su's father also meant the same thing, go to a restaurant to eat? He has never thought about it in his life. Besides, this restaurant looks so grand, and the food is definitely expensive. Why spend this money? You might as well go home and eat.

"You still have to eat. My restaurant is what it is today thanks to Su Yatou. You don't have to be polite to me. I'll treat you to this meal." Wang Fusheng said and went out to arrange for the waiter to serve the food.

Seeing the shopkeeper leave, Su's father came alive. "Xiaoqing, let's go back to eat. It won't take long to go back."

After all, it was his first time going to a restaurant. Su's father felt that he was not used to anything, and his hands and feet felt like they had nowhere to put them.

"Dad, don't worry. It won't be too late for us to leave after we have eaten. Besides, you haven't eaten anything in the morning. It's already noon. You're still hungry. My grandpa is here too."

Su Ziling sat aside and poured a cup of tea for the three of them to comfort them.

Su's father glanced at Mr. Su. Mr. Su was fifty-three this year. He lived proudly in the first half of his life, but spent the second half of his life wiping the boss's ass and living in poverty.

After a few years of wasted time, his hair turned gray, his waist became bent, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper. Since his family started selling food, he has worked more and become more tired, but he also has more smiles on his face. After his family's debt was paid off, he was visibly relieved.

"And I also want to talk to the shopkeeper about the snails. Although we don't have any here, my uncle and his friends have a lot of them in the village. If we can talk about it today, my uncle and the others will come to deliver the mushrooms in the evening and let them know."

Seeing that Su's father was relieved, Su Ziling gave another reason why he had to stay for dinner.

Li Zelan's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Thank you, cousin."

Father Su sighed, "Okay, let's eat here." After that, he chuckled twice, "Speaking of which, I haven't been to a restaurant to eat."

With Wang Fusheng watching, the waiter served the dishes very quickly, and the dishes they served were all from their restaurant. Thinking that the fungus sauce was made at Su Ziling's house, he didn't order it.

There were five people. Wang Fusheng served four dishes and one soup. The dishes were not simple. They were all meat dishes, including braised pork, steamed fish, tofu soup and twice-cooked pork. It was stir-fried with wild garlic and the soup was cucumber and egg drop. Soup.

Looking at the table of meat, Su Ziling was stunned. She thought that Wang Fusheng might have considered the fact that they were farmers, so he specifically ordered that only meat be served.

After all, farmers can't eat meat only a few times a year, so serving meat and vegetables is the best way to entertain guests.

Wang Fusheng came in with a pot of wine and saw that no one was doing anything, "Is this not to your liking? Then I'll have someone serve it again."

As he was about to call the waiter to serve the dishes again, Su Ziling quickly stopped him and said, "No, Uncle Wang."

Wang Fusheng looked suspicious.

Su Ziling smiled and said, "What you did was too rich, and we didn't even dare to do it."

Hearing what she said, Wang Fusheng waved his hand, "Hey, what's so rich?" He pointed at the steamed fish and tofu soup and said, "We eat these two dishes ourselves, and they don't count as a restaurant." Signature, I originally wanted to take care of you with signature dishes,"

After speaking, he sighed, "I'm not afraid of your jokes. The signature dishes of our restaurant have now become the ones Su Yatou sold to me."

"But thanks to Su Yatou, otherwise my restaurant would have closed down early."

Wang Fusheng smiled and poured a glass of wine for Mr. Su and his father, "Uncle, brother, let's talk while eating."

Father Su and the others, who were a little nervous at first, relaxed a little after Wang Fusheng poured them two glasses of wine.

"What did the shopkeeper say? We need to thank you. Thank you for helping to take care of this girl. You don't know. This girl never reports good news but not bad news. We don't know if she has encountered anything outside. When she encountered difficulties, thanks to meeting you, now that we see you helping her like this, we can feel relieved."

Even if you don't understand, when you see Wang Fusheng letting Su Ziling sell things in his restaurant, you should know how much kindness it is. No one is willing to let others sell things in his restaurant.

"No, no, Su Yatou helped me a lot. You don't know, letting her sell ice powder in a restaurant seems like she is taking advantage and being taken care of, but in fact it is me who benefits, hahahaha!"

Wang Fusheng burst into laughter as he spoke, "With her selling ice powder in the restaurant, a lot more people come to eat in my restaurant during the day."

Listening to several people complimenting each other, Su Ziling shook her head slightly and changed the subject. She was afraid that if she didn't change the topic, these people would have nothing to say and would continue to compliment her.

"Uncle Wang, I haven't been here for a few days. How is the sales of the snails?"

Speaking of this, Wang Fusheng became very excited. He drank down the half glass of wine in his hand, his face turned red with excitement, and his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"How about it? It's so popular that you can't even see it during the day. At night, when the sun sets, especially the guests on the second and third floors, they order a few pounds in each private room."

“Then we’ll have two ounces of wine, eat snails while drinking, and watch the sunset. It’s so relaxing.”

The more Wang Fusheng talked, the more excited he became, "Our restaurant used to be closed at Youshi (17:00-19:00), but recently it was almost closed at the end of Xushi (21:00). The more than kilograms of snails you sent have gone. It’s more than half. In the past two days, I’ve been thinking about where to collect some, otherwise I might not be able to pick it up.”

Speaking of this, the smile on his face faded a bit and became a bit sad.

"Looking for snails? You're looking for me!"

Wang Fusheng's eyes lit up when he heard Su Ziling's words, "Do you still have some in your village? That's great. Just feel free to grab them. I'll take as much as I want."

Su Ziling shook her head, "Our village is gone. There are few rice fields in our village. I have caught all the snails in one go. If I want them, I have to wait until next year. But my uncle has more over there. I can just let them catch them and bring them over." .”

"Your uncle's house?" Wang Fusheng was confused.

Su Ziling: "I wonder, Uncle Wang, have you ever heard of Liushugou?"

"Liushugou?" Wang Fusheng thought for a while and finally shook his head, "I've never heard of it."

"There are quite a lot of rivers, streams and rice fields over there in Liushugou, and there are a lot of snails there. I'll go back and tell my uncle and the others at night, and I think we can deliver the goods the day after tomorrow."

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To be honest, there are too many bad reviews, and I am still affected. I dare not post the ones I wrote below. All kinds of questions come one after another, so I want to ask everyone, do you really not want the male lead? If you don't want me to, just leave it alone and let them develop independently. Everyone can express their opinions. I'm waiting to revise the article.