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

In the state-owned restaurant, the noisy voices and the aroma of food are intertwined.

Cheng Hai stood there, his eyes wide open, full of anxiety and astonishment, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, his hands still tightly clasping Wang Jianguo and He Yushui's arms.

His knuckles turned white from the exertion and his body was trembling slightly. It was obvious that he was extremely excited.

Wang Jianguo stood aside and saw Cheng Hai's reaction clearly. He knew the reason immediately as if he had seen a mirror in his mind.

Cheng Hai has spent most of his life diligently and honestly in the village. That piece of yellow land is his whole world, and the simple country life has long left a deep imprint in his bones.

In daily life, people pay attention to practicality and frugality in food, clothing and other expenses, and would rather spend a dollar in two halves.

Now, when you first come to this bustling, noisy, brightly lit big city, you will see tall buildings standing side by side and a constant stream of traffic.

Everything he saw and heard impacted his cognition, not to mention the completely different consumption concepts in this big city. No wonder he found it difficult to accept it for a while.

Thinking of this, Wang Jianguo quickly stepped forward, with a gentle smile on his face, raised his hand and gently patted Cheng Hai's shoulder, again and again, trying to relax his tense nerves in this way.

At the same time, he said in a calm and soothing tone:

"Brother Hai, Brother Cheng Hai, please don't worry. I know what you are thinking. You think this is a waste."

"We farmers work hard to earn our money, so how can we spend it so easily?"

As he spoke, Wang Jianguo slightly turned sideways and pointed to the bustling street outside the hotel, his eyes revealing some emotion:

"But you see, this place is really different from our village. In our village, everyone has a few acres of thin land and is self-sufficient. There are fewer places to spend money, and things are cheaper."

"But it's different here. The wages of people in the city are much higher than ours, so prices are naturally rising as well. High consumption has become the norm."

"They usually go to restaurants and order a few dishes, just like we occasionally go to restaurants in the village to have a meal. There's nothing special about it."

"We're out here today, so we should follow the local customs and not be too picky about these dishes, right?"

Wang Jianguo spoke slowly and steadily, and every word he said was like a reassurance, hoping that it would calm Cheng Hai down.

Inside the state-owned restaurant, the voices of people and the aroma of food were intertwined. Wang Jianguo stood in front of the emotionally excited Cheng Hai, his eyes fixed on him the entire time, and he saw clearly Cheng Hai's half-believing and half-doubting look.

Cheng Hai's brows were still furrowed, his eyes showed confusion and unwillingness, his lips were slightly pursed, as if he wanted to argue, but couldn't find the right words for a while.

Seeing this, Wang Jianguo understood that Cheng Hai had spent most of his life in the countryside, and the concept of frugality was deeply rooted in his mind. It would not be easy to change him all of a sudden.

So, he sighed softly, took another step forward, held Cheng Hai's slightly trembling hands with both hands, looked sincere and earnest, and comforted him with a more determined tone:

"Brother Cheng Hai, what I said is true. Think about it, we farm in our village and rely on the weather for food. How much can we harvest in a year? We earn our money through hard work, so we naturally don't want to spend it carelessly."

As he spoke, Wang Jianguo slightly turned sideways, pointed to the bustling streets outside the window, and continued:

"But look at this city. There are factories everywhere. People who work there get a fixed salary every month. They earn much more than we do."

"When they have more money, their consumption concept is naturally different. Going to a restaurant and ordering some good dishes is like a daily routine for them. It's nothing at all."

"It's a rare trip for us to come to the city, so let's experience a different life."

Wang Jianguo paused, patted the back of Cheng Hai's hand, and added earnestly:

"Besides, we are guests today. The director's intentions are good. If we take it too seriously, it would seem unkind."

"It's easier for the guest to follow the host's wishes, and it makes everyone happy. Don't you think so?"

Cheng Hai listened to Wang Jianguo's earnest advice, but he still had some doubts in his heart.

His frugal habits still made it difficult for him to let go of this "high consumption", but he felt that every word Wang Jianguo said made sense and he couldn't find a reason to refute it for a while.

After hesitating for a long time, he could only sigh helplessly and nodded slowly, temporarily obeying the arrangement.

Although he didn't say anything, there was still a hint of worry about this "luxury" consumption in his eyes.

At this time, the waiter began to serve the dishes. One after another, exquisite dishes were placed on the table, exuding tempting aromas.

Cheng Hai looked at the dishes and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Wang Jianguo smiled and said:

"Brother Cheng Hai, come and try it."

Cheng Hai slowly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a small bite of food and put it into his mouth. After chewing a few times, his eyes lit up and he whispered:

"Mm, this tastes really good."

As they ate and talked, the atmosphere gradually became harmonious. Halfway through the meal, the hotel manager came over and said that the hotel was having a small event today.

If customers can offer some constructive suggestions, they can get a special dish. Cheng Hai was excited when he heard this. After all, he had lived in the countryside for many years and had a unique understanding of food.

He mustered up the courage to make some suggestions on dish pairing and portion adjustment. The manager was very impressed after listening to him. Not only did he serve special dishes, but he also gave him a certain discount on the meal.

Cheng Hai was pleasantly surprised, and his resistance to urban consumption was reduced a lot.

Cheng Hai looked at the restaurant and the bustling street and smiled. Perhaps city life was not as unacceptable as he had imagined.

In a corner of the state-owned restaurant, four people sat around a mottled table filled with steaming food.

They devoured the food while chatting about all sorts of things, their laughter echoing in the small space.

Unconsciously, there were fewer and fewer customers in the store. The originally bustling hall soon only had a few tables of guests left, and it seemed a little empty.

Cheng Hai glanced around inadvertently, wondering in his heart, the meal was almost finished, why didn't Sister Cuiping show any intention of getting up and leaving?

He frowned slightly, his eyes full of confusion, but he didn't dare to ask directly.

The other two seemed to have anticipated this. They continued to pick up their dishes slowly, occasionally saying a few words, and looked very natural.

Just when Cheng Hai was full of doubts, the crisp ringing of the get off work bell suddenly broke the silence.

The door curtain of the back kitchen was gently lifted, and a chef wearing a white chef's uniform and a slightly plump figure walked out. He had a slightly tired look on his face, but his calmness and competence could not be concealed.