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Chapter 108 Braised Pork

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    The waiter brought a bowl of egg noodles and a bowl of mustard noodles with shredded pork.  Zhao Weiping scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it into his mouth in one gulp.  Then, with the toppings and eggs on the surface, chewing slowly along with the noodles, it is really delicious.

    Zhao Weiping wiped the soup from his mouth, lit Dong Fang with his chopsticks, and said, "Actually, eat as much as you want, and it's not good to keep talking about things. Don't just watch me eat noodles, you can eat a few bites yourself."

    Dong Fang knew that Zhao Weiping was going to play Tai Chi with him, since he could hold his breath, he could only wait and see what happened.  Thinking about it, Dong Fang took a few mouthfuls of shredded pork noodles with pickled vegetables.

    At that time, Zhao Weiping had already put down his chopsticks, picked up the tea, rinsed his mouth briefly, and then swallowed it.  He moved his body back slightly, and then said slowly: "You are not the only one who is anxious about this matter, Secretary Yang is also anxious, and I have been asked several times. But this matter is now under the control of the Land Bureau.  It is still the responsibility of the director of the Land Bureau, and Secretary Yang can only give reasonable suggestions, and it is not easy to manage it too broadly."

    Having said that, Zhao Weiping stopped himself.  Dong Fang looked at him without saying a word.  She knew in her heart that the crux of the problem was Ren Lifeng, the director of the land bureau, and it might be difficult to convince him.

    Dong Fang smiled and said: "Secretary Zhao, I understand what you mean. This time I really caused trouble to Secretary Yang. I feel very sorry to hear that. I think I should try to communicate with the Land Bureau on my own.  Next, let¡¯s see if there is still room for maneuver.¡±

    After hearing this, Zhao Weiping suddenly sat up straight: "Our Director Ren is not easy to talk to. It's not that I want to pour cold water on you. Be mentally prepared before going, don't say I didn't warn you earlier."

    "That depends on what I'm talking about with him. I can't tell how the business in other people's hands is doing. But in Dong Fang's hands, it's a business where the big guys get rich together. From the county to  In the village, whoever works with us will not be paid more? I believe that as long as the facts are presented and reasoned, even a heart of stone can be cracked." Dong Fang said firmly.

    "Dong Fang, you" Zhao Weiping showed a smile, neither affirming nor denying: "I would like to advise you one more thing at the end, don't chase after and hit hard, and pay attention to moderation in everything."

    Dong Fang followed with a smile, "Thank you for reminding me, then I will offer you another cup of tea as thanks."

    Zhao Weiping glanced at Dong Fang, nodded and took two sips, then hurriedly left the restaurant.  Dong Fang looked at the back of Zhao Weiping's leaving, but felt a little sinking in her heart. If the matter was really easy to handle, Zhao Weiping would not come here to talk about it.

    As soon as Jun Tao's marriage was over, there was one less person in the family.  When Dong Fang returned to the old house, the huge courtyard was empty.  She was already worried about something, and now she was walking, but she felt that there was always some hollowness under her feet.

    She shook her head and stomped her feet, as if she wanted to shake off the dust on her feet.  The lights in the upstairs windows were turned on again, and Dong Weicheng coughed and called out, "Ah Fang is back?"

    "I'm the one who came back, Dad, are you still up?" Dong Fang washed her hands and rushed upstairs to her father's room to talk.

    Dong Weicheng leaned on the head of the bed, and said softly: "Seeing that you didn't come back for dinner at night, I was somewhat worried. After all, Jun Tao is not at home now, so I will pay more attention to it in case something happens."

    "I don't see a few pieces of braised pork in the pot downstairs. Do you have no appetite for dinner?" Dong Fang asked.

    "I just wanted to keep some, in case you come back late, can you still serve it as a midnight snack?" Dong Weicheng looked at his daughter and smiled softly.

    Others said that Dong Fang was a filial daughter, and even praised her for treating her father well, and thought of everything.  But Dong Fang felt in her heart that the things she did were far less than half of what her father loved her.  Since I was a child, whenever there are delicious and useful things at home, which ones are not saved by my father for his own sake?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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