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Ma Congrong never knew what politeness was, and every time he came to Niuwangzhuang, he would eat and drink, unlike Boss Duan, who worked quietly in Niuwangzhuang for a month.

As far as this is concerned, Lao Zhou can't short the goods from Hong Kong, no matter how much Ma Congrong blows his ears and puts him eye drops, it won't work.

When Ma Congrong went to the courtyard that day, he just happened to catch up with the hot tofu out of the pot. He happily ran to Hou Fatty and asked for a sea bowl and a spoonful of sauce. He mixed a large bowl of hot tofu and sat in the yard to eat. Huffing and wheezing.

"Is it enough to just eat hot tofu? Would you like to take two more cornmeal steamed buns and a stack of side dishes?" Lao Zhou also came down from the mountain at this time. The few red bayberries that are growing most anxiously are already red, and he plans to wait for Houwazi to come back, and then take him there to pick them and eat them at home.

"I still have enough stomach for dinner." Ma Congrong didn't fall for his tricks, trying to send him away with two cornmeal steamed buns and a stack of side dishes?

"There's nothing good to eat at night," Lao Zhou said.

"Give me a round of steamed pigeon with lotus leaf?" Ma Congrong began to order.

"The pigeons in my family must be kept as breeding pigeons." Lao Zhou is not willing to kill the pigeons he raises.

"Then fry a little rooster." If you can't eat pigeon meat, how about a chicken assembly?

"Everyone is busy today, who has time to kill chickens?" Lao Zhou declined.

"You! A big customer is coming, and you don't give this kind of treatment?" Boss Ma said angrily.

"Even if you haven't studied market economy, you should read the newspapers. We are a seller's market now." Ever since he got this Niuwangzhuang, Lao Zhou has never courted any big clients.

"Then what are you going to give me to eat?" Anyway, the visitor is a guest, and Boss Ma wants to eat him anyway.

"Tonight, we are making dumplings at the village chief's house, and you will come with us later." Old Zhou said.

"..." Ma Congrong thought he was already thick-skinned, and there were others who were thicker than him. He was ashamed to bring his own customers with him when he went to eat dumplings at other people's houses.

"Are you going?" Romon asked him.

"Go." If you don't go, you don't go. The pork in Luo Hanliang's family is very good, and the dumplings they make are definitely not bad.

So that night, Lao Zhou took Ma Congrong and Duan Jiashu to the village chief's house to eat dumplings. Duan Jiashu was still diving, but Ma Congrong ran to the top of the mountain and turned him out.

Xiao Shulin thought it was a waste, so he didn't go with them, so he took Houwazi to eat a big pot meal at Niuwangzhuang, and after dinner, the father and son went to pick red bayberries together.

"I don't know them well, so I just go and eat?" Boss Duan, who grew up in the city, is not used to this kind of behavior of going to strangers' houses to eat.

"Why don't you go back to the cafeteria?" Ma Congrong said.

"..." Boss Duan stopped talking.

"What are you afraid of? Luo Wenfeng and Luo Xiuzhu of his family have been eating strawberries from our family all spring, so it's nothing to go to their house to eat some dumplings." Old Zhou said.

"..." Boss Duan felt that this statement seemed reasonable, but there seemed to be something wrong.

"So you're here to collect the bill? Just use our stomachs to pretend?" Ma Congrong said.

"What do you mean by collecting bills? This is called going back and forth, and we country people are like this." Lao Zhou refused to admit to collecting bills or something.

When they arrived at the village chief Luo Quanshun's house, the couple were indeed very enthusiastic. They didn't have any special reaction to the two big-bellied men brought by Lao Zhou, they just greeted them warmly.

"This is Ma Congrong and Duan Jiashu. You all know each other, right? They both just came here today. They happened to be making dumplings at your house, so they brought them here." Old Zhou said generously.

"Good time, good time, come, eat dumplings, eat dumplings." Luo Hanrong brought up a large plate of dumplings, followed by his son Mao Wenfeng, and gave each of them a small bowl and a pair of chopsticks.

There was vinegar and sesame oil on the table. Luo Meng picked it up and poured some into his own bowl. He picked up the dumplings and ate them. Luo Hanrong and the others made the dumplings themselves. The noodles are fragrant, soft and chewy in the mouth, and the soup in the dumplings is fragrant, not to mention how beautiful it is.

"This side is really good." Boss Duan praised.

"Jing Liang's daughter-in-law in our village bought it from the north. The locals grow and grind the wheat they eat at home, which is different from the ones sold in the market," said Cao Fenglian, the daughter-in-law of the village chief.

Since they opened an online store in their village, everyone not only sold their things through the Internet, but also bought a lot of things from the Internet, such as some clothes and daily necessities, and gradually learned a lot of things It is better to buy them directly from the place of origin. Even the most commonly eaten flour on weekdays is mailed to them by acquaintances entrusted to them from the place of origin.

"The dumplings are well made." Ma Congrong also boasted.

"At least I run a restaurant, I have learned a little bit." Luo Hanrong said with a smile.He very much welcomes Romon's act of bringing these two people to his house to eat dumplings. These two characters, ordinary businessmen on their side would not be able to match them. There's nothing wrong with home.

"Why didn't the woods come with you?" Cao Fenglian asked Luo Meng.

"He's embarrassed." Romon said.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, that kid is really, you can bring him some back later, Shulin likes to eat dumplings." Cao Fenglian said.

"Excuse me?" Romon smiled.He has already brought two big-bellied men here, and he will bring some packing when he goes back later?

"You kid will also know that you are embarrassed?" Luo Quanshun also smiled. This kid Luo Meng used to be quite gentle when he was young, and his academic performance was good. In the past two years, he has changed his direction. Some are shameless and have a lot closer relationship with the villagers.

The village head has a lot of family members, and this time the dumplings were made well enough. The whole house got together to eat dumplings, cooking one pot after another. In the end, Lao Zhou and Boss Duan, Boss Ma, all ate until their bellies were plump. When their family came out, they also packed a copy for Xiao Shulin Houwazi.

The three of them were walking back to Niuwangzhuang. Ma Congrong picked a grass core from the side of the road to pick his teeth, and hummed a little song, not to mention how pleasant it is. This girl is naturally thick-skinned, and she has nothing to do with this kind of rubbish. discomfort.

Boss Duan has a lot of emotions. He has been in business for some years. As the big boss of an elite club, every time he interacts with suppliers, he will receive warm hospitality. Indispensably, something like today was really the first time in his life.

But I have to say that the dumplings made by this family are really good.

"Someone in the village will make rice wine the day after tomorrow, and a lot of glutinous rice will have to be steamed. Will you two come?" When passing by Niuwang Pond, Lao Zhou thought of this again.

"Why are you making rice wine this month?" Ma Congrong asked.

"His daughter-in-law has it, and all the good glutinous rice grown at home is used for the confinement," Lao Zhou said.

"Come on, why don't you come?" Ma Congrong didn't hesitate.

His Jiweilou also buys from Dawan Village, and there are quite a lot of vegetables, but this glutinous rice is not easy to buy, because only one crop can be grown a year, and the yield is not very high. Generally, villagers don’t like to grow it. Most of them are kept to eat by themselves.

But he knew that the glutinous rice produced in Dawan Village was of excellent quality, and there was free glutinous rice at the moment, so it was really worthless.

"Remember to call me in when the time comes." Boss Duan was once a stranger and acquainted twice.