Chapter 50 Becoming a brother to the director - "Rebirth in 80s, taking my wife and daughter to eat and drink after separation"
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On the twenty-fifth day of the first lunar month, Liu Qiang came again.
This time he was not wearing a police uniform, but a used navy blue cotton-padded jacket and a gray felt hat on his head. He looked just like an ordinary farmer.
He put his bicycle at the door of Guoqiang Snacks. When he entered, he stamped the mud on his feet, took off his hat, and greeted Lin Guoqiang.
"Master Lin, are you busy?"
Lin Guoqiang poked his head out from behind the stove.
Seeing that it was him, he kept holding the shovel in his hand and said hello: "Director Liu is here? Sit down and wait a moment while I finish frying this pot of vegetables."
"There's no rush, you're busy with your business."
Liu Qiang sat down at the table in the corner, put his hat on the table, and looked around at the furnishings in the store.
Six tables, twelve chairs, the stove was polished, and menus were posted on the walls.
Although simple, it is clean and comfortable to look at.
Zhao Zhijun came over from the stove with a bowl of noodles, placed it in front of Liu Qiang, and said with a smile: "Director Liu, eat the noodles first. The third brother-in-law will be ready soon."
"I haven't ordered it yet."
"The third brother-in-law said, you don't need to order when you come, you can eat whatever he makes."
Liu Qiang was stunned for a moment, then smiled, picked up the bowl and took a bite of noodles.
The noodles were chewy and the soup was bright. The sour taste of sauerkraut and the aroma of shredded meat mixed together and melted in his mouth. It was so hot that he narrowed his eyes.
"It's delicious," he said.
Zhao Zhijun chuckled and turned to greet other guests.
Lin Guoqiang finished frying the last pot of food, turned off the fire, and walked out from behind the stove.
He took off his apron and folded it aside, then sat down opposite Liu Qiang. Zhao Zhijun brought over two plates of side dishes with great discernment.
A plate of braised peanuts, a plate of cold cucumbers, and a bottle of wine.
"Director Liu, are you not busy today?"
Lin Guoqiang picked up the wine bottle, poured a glass for Liu Qiang, and poured another glass for himself.
"It's okay. Things in the office are almost settled."
Liu Qiang picked up the cup and did not drink it in a hurry. Instead, he looked at the wine in the cup as if he was thinking about something.
"Has the punishment been imposed?" Lin Guoqiang asked directly.
Liu Qiang raised his head, glanced at him, and nodded: "I'm coming down, I'll give you a warning from the party, an administrative demerit, an apology to the injured, and I'll bear the medical expenses."
Lin Guoqiang picked up the cup and clinked it with him: "That's good."
"It's good," Liu Qiang smiled bitterly and drank the wine in his glass. "I've never been punished in my life. I'm old, so I'll make an exception."
"As long as the person is fine, the punishment is for the organization to see. People in the town know what kind of person you are."
Liu Qiang put down his cup and looked at Lin Guoqiang, with something more in his eyes.
Not gratitude, but a feeling of being understood.
His wife Zhou Hong's mental illness is no longer a day or two.
Over the years, he had been taking care of her while being the director, and only he knew the pain.
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