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Chapter 191 Long talk

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    After summer and autumn, Dong Weicheng's mental state was up and down.  On this day, Dong Fang deliberately left work early and went home, and then went to the vegetable market with a vegetable basket to buy vegetables.

    ? After buying the vegetables at home, we still have to rush to choose, chop, and stir-fry the vegetables to ensure that my father will have a hot meal.  Dong Fang's cooking skills are always very good, with moderate saltiness and no burnt.  Jun Tao sometimes said when he came home for dinner on weekends that if his sister didn¡¯t do feed business, it would be interesting for her sister to open a restaurant.

    Stir-fried shredded taro with pickled vegetables, stir-fried sweet potato stalks, braised stream fish, tomato and egg drop soup, four home-cooked specialties, Dong Fang brought them to the dining table in turn.  Dong Weicheng pouted, and took out a bottle of small wine from the wooden cabinet beside him: "Ah Fang, can you drink two cups together today?"

    Dong Fang glanced at the wine bottle: "This is the new bar that Xiaoxiao brought last time? The health wine she made herself should taste good."

    The father and daughter sat facing each other, each holding a small white wine glass, slowly holding the vegetables and drinking the wine.  The meal was lengthy and pleasant, and after spending a long time together, the conversation started to open up.

    Dong Weicheng's words were a bit fragmentary, from when he was in college to when he was talking about herding sheep in the cadre school, all kinds of things, they were all old things in the past.

    He didn't seem to have anything particularly important to say, he just looked like he was talking about family matters, and wanted to have a good talk with Dong Fang.  Dong Fang is also willing to be a listener, after all, her father has not been so happy for a long time.

    Sometimes, the room suddenly fell silent, most likely because Dong Fang's long-dead mother Tianxin was mentioned again inadvertently.  Obviously it was Dong Weicheng who started the conversation, but when it came to his wife, he finally became dull again, and just let out a long sigh to end the topic.

    The father and daughter had a tacit understanding. They picked up the wine glasses at the same time, took a few sips each, and then lowered their heads to eat their meals and drink their soup.

    When they were silent, they seemed to be thinking about the figure who had long since passed away.  The family portrait hanging on the wall at home, except for the lack of mother, reminds them all the time that this family has nothing to do with reunion from a very early age.

    Dong Fang could understand the sadness in her father's eyes, but she would not take the initiative to say anything more, she was unwilling to uncover the scars in her father's heart.

    But things are so absurd sometimes, the more you don't want to talk about it, the more heavy you feel in your heart, even when you bow your head to eat, you feel that you are so overwhelmed that you can't lift your head up.

    Dong Fang picked up the wine glass, filled it up for herself, raised her head and poured it down.  The wine glass hanging in her hand was empty, and the liquid was lingering in her throat, as if she had the courage to change the topic and say something else.

    "Dad, there is one more thing I have to tell you. It's about the second brother I want to open a branch in Hangzhou in the near future, and I will handle it myself. The head office in Jin County will be handed over to  It¡¯s in the hands of my second brother to watch.¡± When Dong Fang spoke, she tried her best to cover her mouth with her hands, she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, the smell of alcohol would be too strong, and her father would be smoked instead.

    The wall clock on the wall was ticking, ticking, and Dong Weicheng also took a sip of the wine, then stared straight into Dong Fang's eyes, and said with emotion: "Ah Fang, this company is your painstaking effort, it really is  Don't worry about handing over the company to Juntao?"

    After hearing this, Dong Fang felt a sore feeling in her heart. Compared with those patriarchal parents, her father always treated them as well as her siblings, and sometimes even favored herself more.  There was an inexplicable sigh and sourness in her heart (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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