The growth system comes at the age of 30

Chapter 124: Meeting at a Banquet
Anyone who can become the Minister of Rites is certainly not an ordinary person.

As a person who had learned calligraphy from a private school teacher in the old days, although he did not learn very well, he could still tell whether the calligraphy was good or not.

The writing is vigorous and powerful, with strong brushwork.

Nothing!
Chen Jingle was stunned, then smiled and said, "I just practiced casually."

Seeing that he had no intention of talking, the old man just nodded, opened the red envelope, counted the amount, and then wrote the name of the gift giver on the gift list.

Chen Jingle hurriedly followed his aunt inside and found a place to sit down.

Next, it was time to watch the aunt greet everyone with her graceful manner.

He didn't know many people, so he could only listen to others chatting quietly.

Occasionally someone would ask my aunt, "Wenjuan, is this your son?"

The eldest aunt would explain: "No, this is my eldest brother's son."

At this time, the only thing Chen Jingle could do was nod and give an awkward but polite smile.

What I was thinking was: "Hurry up and start the meal so that we can leave after we finish eating!"

At this moment, someone Chen Jingle had never expected appeared.

"Teacher Liu?"

Liu Fang turned around and saw Chen Jingle. She was surprised: "Hey, Teacher Chen?!"

Chen Jingle didn't expect to meet Liu Fang here. He thought he was seeing things at first glance.

Ever since we last parted at the bougainvillea nursery base, every day I see everyone in the group sharing their experiences in growing flowers. He would occasionally pop up and post pictures of what he grew.

The presence is neither high nor low.

The other party actually appears here at this time. Are we relatives?

Liu Fang took the initiative to ask: "What is the relationship between you and the host family?"

"My cousin. What about you?" Chen Jingle smiled.

Liu Fang also laughed: "I am from the hostess's family. I didn't expect that we are all relatives."

"What a coincidence."

At this time, someone at the table inside called Liu Fang's name. They were a few elderly ladies, so Chen Jingle said, "You go ahead."

Liu Fang smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I'm going to go first. We can talk later when we have time."

After she left, my aunt asked curiously, "Who was that just now? Why did she call you teacher? When did you become a teacher?"

Chen Jingle waved his hand: "No, it's just a polite name."

At this time, a cousin whose name was unknown said, "That was Yulian's cousin, right? She's the one whose husband is a leader in the Municipal Supervision Bureau."

Yulian is the eldest daughter-in-law of Chen Jingle’s great uncle. Her full name is Ye Yulian, as written on the sign at the entrance of the hotel.

For ordinary people, as long as they eat public food, they are leaders, even if they are just cadres at a department level.

What's more, Liu Fang's husband does hold a high position.

The others on the field were immediately surprised:
"Ah? It's her. I heard she's a teacher in which school?"

"Yes, in the No. 1 Middle School in the city, he is not only a teacher, but also the director."

"Wow, the whole family is a leader."

"..."

A group of elders at the table were whispering information to each other, and most of them expressed envy.

Even Chen Jingle didn't know that there was such a relationship.

Because he doesn't even know Uncle Xing's wife, and they don't have much contact with each other. Even if they come to visit his grandparents during the Chinese New Year, they may not meet. When they do meet, they just call her aunt.

That's what having too many relatives is like.

Also, Jiangbei is really small.

Everyone present, including the eldest aunt, looked at Chen Jingle with a little more curiosity, and had different thoughts in their minds.

The leader's wife's attitude towards Chen Jingle just now was quite kind, but it didn't seem like the attitude she would treat her children or nephews.

more like...

Be very polite when facing experts and professors with high social status.

My aunt asked him curiously, "How do you know him?"

"Teacher Liu likes to grow flowers, and I also like to grow flowers, so we got to know each other after a few visits."

Chen Jingle was vague and didn't want to explain too much.

The eldest aunt wanted to find out more, but unfortunately Chen Jingle didn't want to talk more about this topic. After beating around the bush, she had to give up.

The other people at the table secretly approached their aunt Chen Wenjuan to find out the situation, asking whether Chen Jingle had a partner and so on.

Putting aside other things, just this good looks is worth introducing to relatives and grandchildren.

At this time, my second uncle Chen Zhenlin arrived late.

"Why are you here just now?" the eldest aunt asked curiously.

The second uncle smiled and explained, "I sent Ah Xian and Xiu Yun to my brother-in-law's place first, and then came here. My brother-in-law also moved into his new house today, so the two of them went over to eat, and I came here."

"What about Chen Qiyun?"

"Chen Qiyun doesn't want to go, so she stays home and does her homework."

"So obedient?"

The eldest aunt was surprised, because she remembered that Chen Qiyun was a lazy person.

At this time, the uncle came over to say hello, and he also looked at Chen Jingle a few more times, surprised at his changes.

He finally understood why his elder brother mentioned Chen Jingle just now.

He is completely different from before!

pity.

None of the second and third generations in the family were willing to join the army.

……

After some pleasantries, the meal finally began.

Regarding banquets, they are different across the country.

In the developed eastern coastal areas, a table can cost thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan. Although Jiangbei is also close to the sea, it is a remote and poor area.

For ordinary people, if they hold a wedding in a hotel, it usually costs 1200 to 1500 per table, which is enough; in rural areas, the price is slightly lower, around 800 to 1000.

Those with a well-off family might spend two to three thousand per table.

At this time, Chen Jingle was very emotional: The purchasing power of currency in northern provinces is really strong. There are many kinds of hard dishes at banquets that cost three or four hundred yuan per table. There are even tables that cost two hundred yuan per table. It is hard to imagine where the profits come from.

When he was a child, he had dreamed of becoming a country banquet chef so that he would have enough delicious food every day.

Later I realized that although rural banquets are profitable, they are really tiring. There are dozens of tables, and even with the help of a whole team, it is still very tiring.

"It's more comfortable to lie down."

At a banquet in Jiangbei, the soup is served first, which is stewed old duck with cordyceps flowers.

The taste is ok.

Soon after, various dishes were served.

The most indispensable item is naturally the boiled chicken.

"The chicken in this hotel tastes pretty good," praised my aunt.

The quality of the banquet can be judged by the white-cut chicken. If the chicken tastes bad, let alone the other dishes.

From a chef's perspective, Chen Jingle objectively evaluated that it was indeed okay.

The chicken used is an orchard chicken that is about 120 days old. It is fat and lean in the right amount, and the cooking time is well controlled, with smooth skin and tender meat.

The plate of boiled chicken was quickly cleared out, leaving only the chicken head.

The same cannot be said for other dishes.

Chen Jingle looked at some of the things and didn't even want to pick up his chopsticks.

This is the level of chefs in small places, and the products are too unstable.

The overall quantity of the banquet dishes was a bit too much, and there were not many people at their table, so they couldn't finish them at all.

After eating and drinking, start packing.

Packing up leftovers is not a shameful thing in Lingnan region. However, some time ago, Chan Mei was on the hot search because of packing up food for the state banquet, and was ridiculed by some media and netizens.

Chen Jingle clearly remembered that in the past, people were always promoting thrift and avoiding waste. How come the trend changed in just a few years?
"Don't you want a bag?" asked the aunt.

Chen Jingle shook his head: "I'm home alone, and I can't finish the food even if I pack it up, so it's wasted on me. You can just share it with Second Uncle and the others."

"Silly, forget it, whatever you want."

There are strict rules for packing up food at a banquet. No one scrambles for food. Everyone takes a little from each dish, trying to ensure that everyone has a portion.

Unless someone says they don’t want it, they will take the whole thing away.

Looting?

I'm afraid I'll be laughed at for the rest of my life.

Chen Jingle finished the last half cup of coconut milk and prepared to leave.

Go home early and take a nap.

It had been raining for some time, but it has been sunny again in the past two days. With the sun so strong outside, his electric scooter must be scorched hot. I can't imagine what it would feel like to sit on it directly.

Chen Jingle's electric bike was parked on the side of the road. He walked over and was about to take out the key to unlock it when suddenly, a chopped pepper fish head restaurant stopped on the side of the road and rolled down the window.

"Hey, handsome guy, would you like a ride?"

Chen Jingle looked up when he heard that, and asked with a surprised smile: "Hi, we meet again. Where are you going?"

It’s Zhou Manlin.

The woman was still dressed beautifully today, wearing a pair of large-framed brown sunglasses. In the small place of Jiangbei, it was rare to see such an urban beauty.

Zhou Manlin put her hands on the steering wheel and looked at Chen Jingle with a smile: "I have a store over here, I came to take a look, now I am ready to go home. What about you?"

Damn rich people!

Chen Jingle complained in his heart and pointed at the Longcheng Hotel behind him: "Let's have a banquet."

"Wedding banquet?"

"No, come into the house."

"Oh."

Zhou Manlin glanced up and down and asked, "Do you want me to take you there?"

Chen Jingle shook his head and pointed at the electric donkey next to him: "No, I have a car."

"Okay." Zhou Manlin was quite regretful. "Sure enough, no handsome guy is willing to sit on my chopped pepper fish head."

Chen Jingle was amused: "Don't joke, the real situation is that the number of people who want to ride in your car is probably so large that they can line up from the North City Park to the South City Expressway Intersection."

She is beautiful and rich, but no one is chasing her? I don't believe it!

Zhou Manlin curled her lips: "They are all people with bad intentions. I'm afraid they will dirty my car."

"Isn't that me?" Chen Jingle laughed.

Zhou Manlin smiled and said, "You are much more honest than them."

Chen Jingle stopped smiling and said helplessly: "Is this a compliment or an insult?"

These days, being honest is not a good thing.

"Of course it's a compliment."

Zhou Manlin snorted softly: "Okay, since you don't want to sit on my chopped pepper fish head, then I'll leave first. Goodbye."

"Okay, bye!" Chen Jingle's intuition told him that it would be best to keep a distance from this woman.

What Zhang Wuji's mother said is indeed wise words.

Zhou Manlin shouted, "Remember what you said that night!" and then left.

"???"

That evening?

What did I say?

Chen Jingle was confused.

As I watched the car drive away, I suddenly remembered, oh, you’re treating me to a meal, right?
I couldn't help but complain: "This guy is the same, why doesn't he make it clear instead of letting others guess."

however!
Before the chopped pepper fish head drove far, a small black car rushed out from the side road and hit the butt of the chopped pepper fish head with a "bang".

Although the black car braked in time, it still left a dent in the butt of the chopped pepper fish head.

Both sides dropped equipment all over the ground.

Chen Jingle: “…”

No, sister, why do you always get into car accidents?
He shook his head and went over to see if he needed help.

(End of this chapter)