Ma Xiaole has been worried about Liu Shuying in the past two days. Zhuang Zhongxin coveted her and would make a move at any time, so he had to remind her. In addition, he also had to ask her for help with the willow weaving project.

He sent samples from Mu Jinguo, asked her to compile more, and then took them to various villages for display.

Lunch time has not yet come, and the cafeteria is very busy. Everyone is cooking and cooking, making the kitchen "clinking".

"Cousin, why are you so busy?" Ma Xiaole shouted as soon as he entered the restaurant.

Liu Shuying heard the shout and walked out of the kitchen, "Xiao Le, you are back!"

"Yes, cousin, I just came back in the morning. Didn't I just report the situation to Mayor Feng?" Ma Xiaole felt very comfortable in front of Liu Shuying, "What are you busy with?"

"Secretary Zhuang wants to entertain guests at noon, so he specially asked me to prepare a table of dishes. I'm busy right now." A satisfied smile appeared on Liu Shuying's face, she wiped her hands on her apron, and then said: "Secretary Zhuang asked me to prepare a table in person."

Cook and say I cook the most delicious food!"

"Oh." Ma Xiaole felt very unhappy after hearing this, "Cousin, does Secretary Zhuang always come to arrange food and drinks to entertain guests?"

"Hmm..." Liu Shuying frowned and thought for a moment, "I didn't know that before, but in the past few days since I came here, there seems to be one every day, sometimes two!"

These words made Ma Xiaole feel even more uncomfortable. He couldn't help but smacked his lips, took a breath of cold air, touched his chin with his hand and said: "Auntie, you said that the secretary of the village asked you to be in charge of the canteen, and you come here every day.

For dinner, is there any open space inside?"

"What kind of success can he have? All I have to do is arrange the food and drinks. I don't think much about anything else." Liu Shuying's expression was quite unconcerned.

Seeing Liu Shuying's expression, Ma Xiaole felt panic again. Could it be that she felt that it was a blessing that she, a village woman, was attracted by the secretary of the township party committee? But thinking about her usual behavior, she felt that it was unlikely.

But it’s hard to say, everything will change.

"Xiao Le, why are you so depressed?" Liu Shuying smiled and winked at Ma Xiaole, then turned and left.

Ma Xiaole followed and went to the small private room next to the restaurant, avoiding the temporary workers who were organizing the tables.

"Bring the bowls and plates over when you are free. I'll prepare lunch for you first. I'll put some braised pork and hairtail fish under the rice!" Liu Shuying's expression contained a rare sly smile.

, a little selfish but full of care.

Ma Xiaole didn't know what to do for a moment, so he nodded dully, turned around and went out.

When I walked outside the cafeteria, the warm sunshine shone on my body, making my body feel hot and a little restless. However, looking at the rows of hollies on the roadside, which were already glowing with thick new green, and surrounding the tall pine trees in the middle, everything felt...

It is so peaceful and peaceful, with an invisible shock that can soothe a manic heart.

After letting out a long breath, Ma Xiaole walked to the office. He didn't know much about the rough processing of wicker weaving. Mu Jinguo only told him to use non-fading pigments for coloring, and then expose them to the sun after drying to keep the pigments from fading.

The color is gone. However, the coloring is a bit difficult. You have to ask the old dye house for advice. If you don’t ask them for advice, you will probably have to take a lot of detours.

Ma Xiaole wanted to solve this problem at the wine table, but Mu Jinguo did not give an answer. He just said that if it couldn't be solved, he could help contact other manufacturers to help with the coloring and rough processing. At that time, he

As soon as he heard it, he knew it was no big deal, so he didn't ask any more questions, and he didn't agree to let Mu Jinguo ask other manufacturers to help. He felt that the rough work of coloring was not difficult, so why let others earn the money.

Lost in thought, Ma Xiaole bumped into someone when he went upstairs. The other person was Zhuang Zhongxin, with a proud look on his face and an uncontrollable excitement between his brows.

"Hey, little horse!" Zhuang Zhongxin asked for the first time, "Your cousin's cooking is really good. I eat well and I feel panicked even if I don't eat for a whole day! It's such a blessing."

When Ma Xiaole saw Zhuang Zhongxin's proud look, he really wanted to kick him to the ground, step on his neck and yell: You fucking think Liu Shuying is my cousin!

However, this was all imaginary. Ma Xiaole still said with an enthusiastic smile: "Oh, Secretary Zhuang, that's not your taste, but my cousin's hand blessing. She can cook for Secretary Zhuang, but that's not her hand blessing."

Well!"

"Haha, Xiaoma, they say you are eloquent, and it is true!" Zhuang Zhongxin patted Ma Xiaole on the shoulder, "Keep up the good work, you will have a bright future!" After saying that, he stepped down the steps with his head held high.

Logically speaking, a little secretary should be very happy to be praised by the secretary, but Ma Xiaole is not happy at all. The reason lies with Liu Shuying. He feels that whoever wants to touch Liu Shuying is his biggest opponent, or even his enemy, and

Praises from competitors or enemies always seem to contain infinite mysteries and cannot make people happy.

Zhuang Zhongxin's back disappeared around the corner to the cafeteria. Ma Xiaole felt a sense of trepidation. In a trance, he seemed to see Zhuang Zhongxin flipping Liu Shuying onto the kneading board and stretching out his two usual hands with a wicked smile...

"No, no, no!" Ma Xiaole couldn't help shouting, ran back to the dormitory, picked up the dishes and ran to the cafeteria.

In the operation room in the back hall, Zhuang Zhongxin was seriously watching Liu Shuying cut cucumber dumplings and green onion dumplings, preparing to eat them with sauce.

"Well, this dish is good!" Zhuang Zhongxin pretended to put his hands behind his back, walked calmly to Liu Shuying, stretched out his left hand to pick up a thick cucumber segment, then stretched out his right hand, and weighed it from left to right, "Look

This melon looks so thick!"

Liu Shuying knew what Zhuang Zhongxin was thinking, how could she not understand? The reason why she didn't tell Ma Xiaole was because she was afraid that Ma Xiaole would be anxious, and Zhuang Zhongxin was the top leader in the village. If Ma Xiaole was anxious and couldn't talk or do things, it would affect her work.

, don’t talk about the future or lack thereof.

"Cousin, cousin!" Ma Xiaole came. As soon as he entered the cafeteria, he banged the bottom of the plate with his spoon and shouted, stepping hard and walked inside.

Liu Shuying was in the back hall, numb as she listened to Zhuang Zhongxin's teasing words. When she heard Ma Xiaole's voice, she hurriedly said: "Secretary Zhuang, my cousin is here. I'm going to see what's going on." After saying that, she threw down the kitchen knife.

He trotted out.

Zhuang Zhongxin looked at Liu Shuying running, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, "Good girl, this body is so long, if you touch it from top to bottom with one hand, you can become an immortal!" Zhuang Zhongxin raised his hand, blew on it, and patted it.

He clapped his hands, lowered his head and saw Liu Shuying's uncut cucumber, and sighed, "Oh, it's a pity, I can't do it, I'm not even as good as a fucking cucumber!"

"Hi Secretary Zhuang, are you here to experience life?" Unexpectedly, Ma Xiaole walked in directly holding a plate and said with a smile: "I heard Secretary Zhuang say just now that it's not even as good as a cucumber?"

This was Ma Xiaole's deliberate question. He knew that Zhuang Zhongxin was sighing at his incompetence.

"Oh, Xiaoma." Zhuang Zhongxin was startled, but quickly returned to normal, "Didn't your cousin go out to look for you? Why did you come in again?"

"Looking for me?" Ma Xiaole scratched his head, "Maybe I took a sidetrack, I came in from the left." Ma Xiaole was right, he did come in from the left, and Liu Shuying did go out from the right.

"Then something must have gone wrong, your cousin just went out!" Zhuang Zhongxin seemed a little unhappy, and thought Ma Xiaole was in the way, "Hey, Xiaoma, you haven't even gotten off work yet, and you just came to eat with a plate?

It’s too unruly, what kind of words are you talking about? You don’t have any sense of organizational discipline!”

Ma Xiaole's heart suddenly burst into flames of resentment, but he couldn't refute anything. Just when he was about to turn around and leave with a sullen face, Liu Shuying came in and said, "Oh, Secretary Zhuang, what you said is too serious. I'm the one who made it so."

My cousin is here, I brought some pickles that he likes to eat from my hometown, and I asked him to bring some back."

Upon hearing what Liu Shuying said, Zhuang Zhongxin immediately smiled kindly and said, "Oh, that's it. If you don't tell me, Xiaoma, then you can avoid misunderstandings!"

"Secretary Zhuang, look at what you said." Ma Xiaole suppressed his anger and said with a smile, "Secretary, your criticism is the driving force for my progress! The leadership's care is diverse, and it is best to be stricter.

Of concern!”

As soon as Ma Xiaole finished saying these words, Zhuang Zhongxin burst out laughing and said to Liu Shuying: "Sister Liu, look at your cousin's mouth. It looks like it's been covered with honey! He's a talent!" After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and said,

She walked out of the back hall with steady steps. When she was leaving, she turned around and said, "Sister Liu, don't forget the banquet at noon. I'll be here on time at twelve o'clock!"

"Secretary, don't worry." Liu Shuying smiled softly, "Four cold dishes and eight hot dishes, I guarantee that the guests will be satisfied."

"Okay, okay!" Zhuang Zhongxin nodded gracefully and said as he walked, "I can rest assured that you are doing the work!"

Zhuang Zhongxin left, and Ma Xiaole's smiling face suddenly dropped, "This is a bitch!" He threw the bowl and plate on the cutting board as he said, "Put some croton powder on his mother, and he will die of diarrhea!"

"Xiao Le, what's wrong with you!" Liu Shuying picked up the dishes and put them away, "You're so angry, you're not going to be a big deal!"

"Auntie, I..." Ma Xiaole didn't know whether Liu Shuying knew Zhuang Zhongxin's intention.

"Stop me, me, me." Liu Shuying's sweet smile hung on her face again, "Isn't it better to just sit back and get the job done?"

The more Ma Xiaole listened, the more anxious she became, "Auntie, do you know that Zhuang Zhongxin wants to take advantage of you? Do you have any other ideas to get closer to him?"

Liu Shuying didn't expect Ma Xiaole to say this. She was a little surprised and stood there motionless.

After Ma Xiaole finished speaking, he felt that what he said was a bit rash, and added: "Auntie, let me tell you, Zhuang Zhongxin only let you come to the cafeteria because he liked you, and he just had the opportunity to meet you!"

Liu Shuying saw that since Ma Xiaole already knew and cared about this matter, she had nothing to hide, "Xiaole, I know he has no good intentions, but I know better and won't let him touch me. I didn't follow him before

You said, it’s just that I don’t want to cause any trouble to you, so that you can do your job well with peace of mind, it’s not that I have any ideas,”

Ma Xiaole listened in silence for a while and then said: "Auntie, I call you Shuying now. I'll tell you what's in my heart. If there is even a chance, I, Ma Xiaole, will definitely marry you as my wife, you know!"

"Look what you are talking about!" Liu Shuying felt excited. Ma Xiaole could say such words, which already filled her heart with joy.
Chapter completed!