In the courtyard, everyone is afraid of the little boy who is so smart!

"Director Song, don't worry, we have paid the villagers, not a single cent less, and we will never take anything from them for free."

Having said that, he paused slightly, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

"This wine was bought from the supply and marketing cooperative. I have also prepared the money. I will pay for it later. I will never take advantage of the public."

"So, just be at ease and enjoy the meal. This is just our token of appreciation. There is nothing wrong with it."

Director Song sat at the old wooden table, his hands crossed, his brows slightly furrowed, and a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Obviously, the explanation Wang Jianguo just gave did not completely dispel his concerns.

At this time, Zhao Shuzhuo leaned forward slightly, cleared his throat, and said seriously and sincerely:

"Director Song, I assure you that all the dishes on this table were made by Comrade He Yushui himself."

As he spoke, he pointed to the neatly arranged dishes on the table.

"Look at this chicken stewed with mushrooms. It's bright red and juicy, the meat is tender and juicy, and the cooking time is just right."

"There is also this steamed fish. The fish body is intact, the fish eyes are clear, and the taste is fresh and fragrant without any fishy smell. This is achieved entirely by precise heat and proper seasoning."

"Comrade He Yushui's cooking skills are really amazing. I ate their signature dishes the last time I went to the state-owned restaurant."

"To be honest, it's not much worse than the table we have today."

Director Song's eyes widened slightly, an expression of surprise and curiosity appeared on his face, and his body unconsciously sat up straighter.

"Oh?"

He drawled.

"Is it true? This table full of dishes was cooked by her alone?"

Director Song's eyes swept across the table again, as if he wanted to find a flaw in the dishes.

"No matter how I look at it, I feel like it was made by a professional chef in a restaurant. The presentation and color don't seem like something that an average person can make at home."

Zhao Shuzhuo nodded quickly and continued in a more determined tone:

"Director Song, it's absolutely true! I was watching Comrade He Yushui busying around at the time. Moreover, Comrade Jianguo also mentioned it to me,"

He turned his head to glance at Wang Jianguo with a hint of smile in his eyes.

"He said that when our place develops well and the economy becomes more prosperous, he plans to open a restaurant."

"When the time comes, let Comrade He Yushui be the head chef and show her culinary skills to more people so that everyone can taste such delicious dishes."

When Director Song heard this, his eyes lit up instantly, as if this idea had ignited his inner passion.

He quickly turned his gaze to Wang Jianguo, leaned forward, and asked anxiously:

"Jianguo, do you really have this idea? You want to open a restaurant here? This is a good idea. Tell me your specific plan."

At this point, Director Song's doubts had been completely forgotten, replaced by great interest and anticipation for this new proposal.

Wang Jianguo keenly noticed that the doubt in Director Song's eyes had disappeared. The slightly relaxed expression and no longer furrowed brows were silent approval.

The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a confident and friendly smile. He raised his arm gracefully, made a "please" gesture, and said loudly:

"Director Song, Brother Zhao, and everyone else, please come in and sit down. We can eat and chat at the same time."

People came in one after another. The house was filled with the aroma of food. The table was filled with steaming dishes, which made people hungry at the sight.

After everyone took their seats, Wang Jianguo greeted them warmly:

"Everyone, please feel free to try this dish and see if it suits your taste."

After saying that, he was the first to pick up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of food and put it into his mouth. After chewing it carefully, he nodded with satisfaction, as if he was making a silent opening speech for the meal.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Wang Jianguo put down his bowl and chopsticks, straightened his back, cleared his throat, and began to talk about the plans he had been brewing for a long time.

"Director Song, everyone, I think our place has unique advantages. In the next few years, I plan to start with agriculture."

“Introduce some high-quality seeds and modern planting techniques to improve the yield and quality of crops.”

As he spoke, he gestured with his hands and his eyes sparkled.

"Once agriculture starts to develop, we will develop some small processing plants to further process our agricultural products."

"Increasing added value will drive more employment and increase everyone's income."

As Wang Jianguo spoke, the atmosphere in the room became warm and solemn.

Director Song listened attentively and didn't notice that the cigarette in his hand was almost burned. The ash hung on the cigarette butt, swaying precariously.

He nodded slightly from time to time, his eyes fixed on Wang Jianguo, as if he was picturing the scenes after the plans were realized in his mind.

Everyone else also stopped talking, put down their bowls and chopsticks, and opened their eyes wide with shock and surprise.

They never imagined that this young man who looked ordinary on weekdays actually had such a grand and detailed blueprint in his heart.

For them, these plans were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Their faces were full of surprise, their mouths slightly open, as if they wanted to say something, but they were attracted by Wang Jianguo's endless words and stood there for a moment.

As for Zhao Shuzhuo, he looked at everyone's reactions and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He had long known that once Wang Jianguo's ideas were made public, they would definitely cause such a sensation.

After all, wasn't I also shocked at the time? He sat quietly aside.

Watching Wang Jianguo talking freely in front of everyone, my heart was filled with admiration and support for this old friend.

Director Song folded his hands, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Wang Jianguo as if he were examining a rare treasure, not missing any details.

His eyes were filled with curiosity, inquiry and a hint of imperceptible admiration.

It seems like he is trying to dig out the unique qualities hidden beneath the surface of Wang Jianguo's face, expression and even temperament.

In Director Song's heart, this young man was like a strange star that suddenly broke into their established orbit, emitting a unique light.

Compared with the young people around him, Wang Jianguo seemed to be from another world.

His mind is quick and profound, like a bottomless well of wisdom. Every time he opens his mouth, he can come up with new ideas that are unexpected but compelling.

It seemed that in his mind, there was a vast uncultivated world, giving birth to endless fantastic ideas.