Four Seasons Three Meals

Cong Shan asked Cheng Song to buy a stock in a half-covered manner, and Cong Yue paid attention to it, deliberately rebelling against it, and within three or four days, the price was very high, attracting attention, and many followed suit.

People are always convinced of the conclusions they have reasoned out, and get stuck by their own assumptions.

Cong Shan is still leisurely and leisurely every day, but the Cong family has a headache.

The loss of money is part of it. Cong Yue is unstable, and the directors doubt whether he has the ability to control the entire group.

Especially now that Mr. Cong has retreated to the second line, Cong Yue is alone.

His every move is more eye-catching.

On Monday evening, Cong Shan came home from get off work and told Jiang Huai: "I'm going to Chongqing on business tomorrow, Huaibao, do you want to go together?"

Jiang Huai hesitated, feeling that he was too clingy.If he was always close to Cong Shan, Jiang Huai felt that his body and mind belonged to him, and he did not belong to him anymore.

Cong Shan tempted him: "Huaibao, are you sure you don't want to go? Don't you want to eat hot pot skewers and Mala Tang?"

Jiang Huai said: "You are going to work, but I am going to play, which is too careless."

Cong Shan said, "Huaibao, your mother told you to keep an eye on me."

Jiang Huai didn't understand.

Cong Shan put it bluntly: "Huaibao, do you know that a man's business trip can easily lead to an increase in family members?"

Jiang Huai said: "That's just right. When you come back with three young wives, we can make a mahjong table together."

Cong Shan laughed angrily at him, and reached out to pinch his face.

Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, rich people are very fickle, you must watch me, stay with me day and night, you can't be lazy."

Jiang Huai gritted his teeth lightly, and spoke with a hint of coquettishness and jealousy: "You seem to be polite on the surface, but you are so bad behind the scenes."

He ignored Cong Shan, and it suddenly occurred to him that it is normal for a song or book that he liked when he was a teenager to listen to and read it repeatedly, and he couldn't put it down.

People's preferences are subject to change.

If Cong Shan really changed his mind, even though he said that he would die together, he would definitely separate in the end.

Cong Shan suddenly said: "The company has a contract with the airline company, the flight mileage is not exhausted, it is a waste."

Jiang Huai was upset, and let out a lazy "hmm".

Cong Shan also said: "Shu embroidery has been the top handicraft in Bashu since ancient times, and it is the same in modern times. If we want to customize wedding dresses, we should go to Chongqing to find a tailor, which should be very satisfactory."

Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment, and looked at Cong Shan fixedly for a long time before saying, "Why didn't you just say it?"

Cong Shan smiled and said, "Huaibao, are you still going?"

Jiang Huai said, "If you stand still, I will forgive you."

Cong Shan said yes, and Jiang Huai caught him.

Cong Shan was afraid that he would fail, so he hugged him with a smile.

Jiang Huai bit his shoulder, fearing that he would hurt him so loudly, he only dared to bite lightly.

After biting, the corners of his eyes turned red with grievance: "You scared me."

Cong Shan laughed in a low voice, lowered his head and kissed him, repaying his kindness with kindness.

The next day, the two of them took a plane to Chongqing for a business trip, and sat in the last row for no reason. When they took off, it was exciting and rumbled like a tractor, and the movement was as if something unexpected was about to happen.

Jiang Huai looked calm.

Cong Shan asked, "Huaibao, aren't you afraid at all?"

Jiang Huai said: "What is there to be afraid of? Let's face it together."

He gently held Cong Shan's hand, the palm was wet with sweat.

Cong Shan couldn't help laughing, fearing that he would become angry from embarrassment, he didn't intend to expose him.

Jiang Huai wore a sweater and fleece jacket when he went out, but he still felt cold on the plane.

Before he could speak, Cong Shan asked the flight attendant for a blanket to cover him.

Jiang Huai felt that Cong Shan valued him too much.

Jiang Huai asked: "What if I can't take care of myself anymore, and you are too old to move, and no one will take care of me?"

Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, do you know that there is a kind of insurance called long-term care insurance? Do you want me to buy it for you in advance?"

"...Buy it, it's never wrong to plan for a rainy day."

When they arrived in Chongqing, Cong Shan and Yue Feng met to meet investors.

Jiang Huai was not interested, so he stayed in the hotel and wandered around.

The hotel's commodity department is very large, selling specialty products, silk, tea, purple sand pots, pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and authentic medicinal materials.

In the banquet hall on the second floor, there was a Guqin lecture by a famous master, and Jiang Huai went in to listen.

The luthier said that everything talks about the artistic conception, but the artistic conception cannot withstand repeated talking.

He just played the piano casually, played a section, and said a few casual words.

Sandalwood is lit on the piano table, orchids, tea sets, and fans are placed.

People in Bashu are indeed very different, and they do things casually and freely.

The luthier did not come alone, there was also a female gentleman who played the flute, and occasionally played a part together.

Jiang Huai looked at the introductory material in his hand. The paper was exquisite, and it meant a period of time.

When he heard the end, he stole half a day's leisure and did not waste it.

Jiang Huai returned to the room and saw that the weather outside the window was cloudy, guessing that it would rain at night.

Chongqing is by the river, so when it rains, it will be humid and the air will become sticky.

In the evening, Cong Shan came back to the hotel and said that he had made an appointment with a famous tailor and would come over tomorrow morning.

Jiang Huai said yes.

Cong Shan asked if he wanted to eat, Jiang Huai said he was not hungry and would eat later.

Cong Shan touched his forehead and asked, "Huaibao, are you airsick?"

Jiang Huai smiled and said, "No."

Cong Shan added: "A special wedding planning company is hired to take charge of it, Huai Bao, you can decide the details as you wish."

Jiang Huai thought of choosing makeup, videos, banquets, cakes, drinks, bouquets, songs, invitations, souvenirs... suddenly felt extremely cumbersome.

Jiang Huai said briskly: "It's up to you to decide, I'm only responsible for showing my face."

Cong Shan smiled and asked, "Huaibao, who is the master of this family?"

Jiang Huai imitated the emoji and clasped his hands together: "The poor monk has no such worldly wishes."

Cong Shan asked: "Is it up to me to decide?"

Jiang Huai said yes.

Cong Shan asked again: "Huaibao, do you tend to get anxious when encountering major events?"

Jiang Huai said wearily, "A little bit."

Cong Shan smiled, held him in his arms, and said: "Huaibao, your face is so pale, on the day of the wedding, the guests will think you are Mrs. Yazhai, whom I snatched."

Jiang Huai smiled and said, "There are so many weddings and so few happy couples, I'm a little uneasy."

Cong Shan said: "Those couples, fighting or quarreling, is their way of expression. They are also happy."

Jiang Huai laughed out loud.

Cong Shan said: "Let's take our time for the things at the wedding, choose the same thing every day, and choose everything when we get married, okay?"

Jiang Huai nodded.

Cong Shan opened the laptop and said, "Choose the wedding song first, and choose a singer you like."

Jiang Huai looked at the list and said, "This singer is very good, but I think it's a pity for him."

Cong Shan asked: "What a pity?"

Jiang Huai said: "At the beginning he was very free and unruly, willing to open his heart. Later, he was forced by external pressure to change his flaws. Instead, he was restrained, and he could no longer sing the feeling of his early years."

Cong Shan said: "It is difficult for one person to be his own referee, and he needs reference from the outside world."

Jiang Huai said, "I don't need it."

Cong Shan smiled and asked, "Then how to set the standard?"

Jiang Huai said: "Time is the standard. People's judgments, including my own, will be ridiculously wrong. Too many people clamor so much that it is actually worthless."

Cong Shan laughed and said, "My Huai Bao has gone crazy."

"..."

Cong Shan asked: "Then choose this singer's early songs as the wedding accompaniment, okay?"

Jiang Huai said yes.

Cong Shan turned on the computer and joked: "Choosing a song is so twists and turns. A wedding is indeed a huge project."

Jiang Huai said: "It's still too late to cancel."

Cong Shan smiled, showed the diamond ring, and said, "Huaibao, I've been locked up by you, and you owe me a grand ceremony. The little sparrow also keeps his word."

Jiang Huai laughed "puchi".

At nine o'clock in the evening, Yue Feng knocked on the door. He had a heart of gossip and wanted to find out Jiang Huai's details.

Cong Shan came to open the door.

Yue Feng said: "Boss, do you want to play cards together at night? I opened a table of mahjong."

Cong Shan smiled and said yes.

Yue Feng said: "Old Dong Xiaolin and I will wait for you at the bar downstairs."

Cong Shan nodded.

Jiang Huai heard it and didn't intend to go.

He couldn't play cards, and he was tired in the afternoon, his waist was sore and his legs were weak, and he didn't want to go downstairs.

Cong Shan said, "Go ahead, I'll send pocket money to your door."

Jiang Huai smiled.

They met in the chess and card room downstairs, a total of five people, Jiang Huai did not sit at the table, but sat aside, quietly serving Cong Shan as the background board.

Not long after sitting down, the snow outside the floor-to-ceiling windows began to fall, and the small blue light strings quietly drifted across the opposite shopping mall, making people unable to bear to look at them for a while.

It is rare to encounter snow in Chongqing.

Yue Feng shuffled the cards, Cong Shan sat carelessly, looking at the cards in his hand with a smile in his eyes.

Jiang Huai knew that he was thinking of tricks again, just like the last time Monk Chen played cards.

Cong Shan likes the feeling of strategizing and being in control of everything.

After more than ten rounds hastily played, there were losses and wins, Yue Feng felt it was normal.

Things started to go wrong later on. He won games with low stakes easily, but when the stakes doubled surprisingly, he always lost completely.

Jiang Huai draws cards for Cong Shan, what cards he draws, and what cards Cong Shan plays.Whether he wins or loses, Cong Shan has no emotion on his face.The finishing touch is often Jiang Huai who draws the cards for him.

Yue Feng finally realized that he had bumped into a master, and the boss was standing up for his wife...

After another round of rest, he hurriedly stretched out his hands to press the cards on the table, and begged in a low voice: "Let's do this tonight, boss, you hold your hand high."

Xiao Lin and old Dong are having a grievance, Yue Feng went downstairs to coax them, saying that the boss will definitely lose if he comes on stage with a mop bottle.

He also said that if he is proud in love, the casino will inevitably be frustrated. If he doesn't take the opportunity to hit the boss, he will not have this opportunity next time.

Cong Shan raised his mouth, looked at his watch, and said, "It's only been playing for half an hour, I thought you guys were going to stay overnight."

Yue Feng said: "Don't! If you play all night, I will lose to you even in my underwear."

Cong Shan smiled and said: "Then let's play here first, whoever is quicker, let's settle the account."

The scalps of several subordinates were numb, this card was played a bit too big, and the loss was heavy.

Jiang Huai suddenly said, "I'm hungry."

Cong Shan smiled slightly and said to Yue Feng: "Forget it, please have dinner."

Yue Feng said yes again and again.

Xiaolin and old Dong can see that Jiang Huai is helping them out, and the boss listens to his wife very much.

They closed the game and went to the restaurant for dinner.

It was a rare snowy day, so they ordered a hot pot and a bottle of sorghum wine.

The hot pot is a mandarin duck pot. Jiang Huai eats white soup and tribute dishes, which are crisp and refreshing.

After the wine was hot, it was brought up. Jiang Huai shared a small cup, took a sip, and blushed hotly.

It is very suitable to sit around the stove in snowy weather and drink some hot wine.

They ate, drank, talked and laughed, and Jiang Huai felt that this cold spring night was warming up.

After dinner, they went back to the room, Jiang Huai watched TV, saw the opera channel, and sang "Sister Lin fell from the sky" for a while, and "There is a reason for the scars on the earrings, why should Brother Liang be suspicious? At the temple fair, I will play the role of Guanyin every year, Brother Liang, you must concentrate on making a fuss, and you don’t want to think about your future.”

Cong Shan watched with him and asked him: "Huaibao, do you want to go to the theater?"

Jiang Huai thought of Cheng Song and asked, "What are you listening to?"

Cong Shan said: "Listen to the meeting of fate."

Jiang Huai felt that the fate between people was very mysterious, so he stopped talking.

Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, the first time I saw you, I could sing it in opera."

Jiang Huai asked: "What?"

Cong Shan said: "It's clearly a foreigner in front of my eyes, but I feel like an old friend in my heart."

Jiang Huai pursed his lips and smiled.

Cong Shan said again: "Guess what I'm thinking now?"

Jiang Huai said, "I can't guess."

Cong Shan said, "I dare not look at Guanyin from now on."

Jiang Huai understood, and there was a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.