Zhao Mingfang finally found that the wind was light and snowy, stood up suddenly, pointed at her and asked, "Why are you here?" The eyebrows were raised, and the momentum was very strong, and he couldn't hide the jealousy in his eyes.

Although Feng Qingxue is now dressed very plainly, with a dull complexion, thick eyebrows and light lips, like a withered flower, but the amazement of a month ago is still deeply engraved in Zhao Mingfang's mind, as beautiful as the first time she saw the first beauty of the Republic of China.

Wang Jiao slapped the table and stood up,

"How do you speak?"

"Who are you?" Finding that Wang Jiao was also very beautiful, Zhao Mingfang was even more unhappy. The elders of the family, relatives and friends all say that she is the most beautiful girl, why do the two women I see look better than her when they are dressed so rustic?

Even the fat man in front of him looks like a movie star.

"Mother, I won't change my name, I won't change my surname, Wang Jiao!"

"I don't know you!" Zhao Mingfang looked at the wind and snow with a proud expression, she was her biggest enemy,

"This is the best state-run hotel in the city, do you think the mud legs from your manure pit are worthy of it?" Wang Jiao immediately rolled up her sleeves and said unceremoniously: "Hey, you are a great person in the city?" What stinky shelf in front of me? If it weren't for us countrymen, you think you would be able to eat commercial food? Eating milk and scolding your mother, it's you! Ungrateful! If you have the ability, you city dwellers don't eat the grain that our countrymen have worked so hard to harvest! You say we came out of a dung pit, didn't you grow up eating dung? Let me tell you, the rice and vegetables you eat now have not watered the cow dung and in our countryside and the reincarnation of grains in our countrymen! Fortunately, there were only four of them who dined at the state-run restaurant, otherwise, after listening to Wang Jiao's words, no one would have the appetite to continue eating.

Wang Jiao thought that the scolding was not enough, and continued: "Also, you, don't use yourself to scold us countrymen instead of the city people, the waiter is also from the city, polite and thoughtful, look at you, it's really a rat poop that spoils a pot of porridge." The waiter's face immediately turned cloudy to sunny, and he didn't care about the relationship between food and manure that Wang Jiao had detailed before.

And Zhao Mingfang looked at the rice, eggs and spinach soup on the table, recalling the scene of manure and fertilizer that he saw in the Wang Lou Brigade a month ago, his stomach was rolling, and he turned sideways and retched.

The young man at the same table with her did not look very good, and said softly: "Comrade Mingfang, are you okay?" Although he beckoned the waiter to bring tea and rinse Zhao Mingfang's mouth, he didn't take it over, and his attitude was much more alienated.

As soon as they saw this scene, Feng Qingxue and Wang Jiao knew that they were meeting, if it wasn't for the first time they met but had already started dating, most of the titles would not be so formal.

If you are dating, you are justifiable, and the purpose is to get married. But not necessarily, some people in the city are too demanding of themselves and call their partners gay.

Zhao Mingfang didn't notice the young man's attitude at all, rinsed his mouth, and said unhappily: "Comrade Zhang Yi, let's go, I don't want to see them, I can't eat when I see them, the more I think about it, the more disgusting I become." Didn't you just say take me to the department store? The last time I saw a plum watch, it was beautiful. ”