Secretary Qiu smiled and said: "Looking at the dishes on the table, I was reminded of a story. In the late Ming Dynasty, a talented man from the south of the Yangtze River traveled to the border areas and entertained guests at the Water Painting Garden in Rugao, Jiangsu Province, his hometown. For the sake of the scenery, he specially invited a Huaihe

Chef Yang presided over the dishes. Unexpectedly, the person who came was a female. She sat down unceremoniously and asked: What level of banquet does the pretender plan to order? Even though the pretender is rich, elegant and noble, he still

Unavoidably, he asked about the differences between levels in order to make a choice. A cook told him that generally, a first-class banquet, 500 sheep; a second-class banquet, 300 sheep; and a third-class banquet, 100 sheep.

.Other pigs, cows, chickens and ducks, just match the same number. When Mao Bijiang heard this, he opened his mouth and couldn't close it, because he paid for it out of his own pocket! But the words had already been spoken and the invitations had been sent out, so he had to admit it and said:

Then let's have a medium one! On the day of the banquet, the cook came dressed in costumes. She didn't do anything at all, she just directed the chefs to operate like a commander. After the three hundred sheep were brought in, each sheep only

Take a pound of lip meat and throw away the rest. Mao Bijiang was shocked, what should he do? Seeing that his mouth could not be closed again, the cook told him: The essence of the sheep is all on the lips, and the rest is

You can't go to the banquet unless you are smelly and smelly. The money spent on eating this meal has made this impudent young man heartbroken for a long time. But this also shows that our country is really very particular about food and drink.

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Secretary Miao smiled and said: "You mean that Dean Feng will be heartbroken today?"

I hurriedly said: "How is this possible? We are very grateful to be able to invite all the leaders today. This is our hospital's honor."

Secretary Qiu also laughed, "I'm just telling stories. Why does Secretary Miao underestimate our little Dean Feng so much?"

Secretary Miao said: "Lao Qiu, are you on the line? Aren't I kidding? But I also remembered a story. "Returning to the Fields" written by Liang Zhangju of the Qing Dynasty contains: Nian Gengyao

After the general was demoted to the general of Hangzhou, all his concubines and concubines were scattered. There was a scholar from Hangzhou who found a suitable concubine. Hearing that he was in charge of fine dining in the Nian Mansion, he said that he only specialized in stir-fried meat. Every meal of the general would be served on the previous day.

When I present my meal list every day, if I order stir-fried pork, I will be busy for half a day, but it only happens once or twice in a few months. It is too much for him to do, and it is irrelevant. The scholar said, "Why don't you give it a try for me?" Ji

He said: It's not easy for a scholar to be sour. A plate of meat in the house requires a fat pig, and I can choose the best part of it and use it. Nowadays, the price of meat in every market in your house is measured by kilograms. Where to start? The scholar was convinced.

One day, the scholar was overjoyed and told Ji: "There is a race meeting every year in this village. Each meeting uses a pig. This year I am the leader. This pig should be my disposal. You can show your skills. Ji Nuo's

At the end of the day, Guo brought back a whole pig. Ji was surprised and said: The pig I used in my house was a live pig. If it were dead, the taste would be greatly reduced. What can I do now? I will try it. I reluctantly cut off a piece and put it in the kitchen.

Next, he ordered the scholar to cook wine in the room. After a while, he brought in a plate and asked the scholar to taste it first. Then he went to the kitchen to collect the sundries. After a while, he entered the room and saw that the scholar was exhausted on the ground and only took a breath.

When he was dying, if he looked carefully, he found that the meat had entered his throat and his tongue had swallowed it."

He recited it word for word slowly, so everyone understood it and couldn't help but laugh.

Director Zou asked: "Nian Gengyao? Is he the general of Emperor Yongzheng?"

Secretary Miao nodded and said: "Yes. Although this young general made great military exploits, he was so arrogant about taking credit that even the emperor didn't pay attention to him. So it was inevitable that he would die in the end. He was so arrogant about taking credit.

, Master of great achievements, since ancient times, no one has done anything to escape the tragic fate."

I suddenly felt that the topic had changed, and I also found that Secretary Qiu’s face had become ugly. I stood up quickly, raised my glass and said to everyone: "Dear leaders, we are very honored to have you here today. First of all.

We would like to thank all the leaders for their strong support and help to our hospital work over the years. Secondly, I also very much hope that all leaders can continue to help us in the future..."

To be honest, this is the first time I have given a toast at such a dinner, and I was faced with such an embarrassing topic just now, so when I boiled the water, I was a little unable to express my words, but it got better later and I quickly made up the rest of the words.

The words were spoken smoothly and gracefully. After saying these clichés, I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief in my heart: Small things in officialdom can be so troublesome.

"Now, the team of our hospital and I would like to toast all the leaders, and wish all leaders a happy New Year and a happy family." Finally, I took several vice presidents to toast them to complete the opening remarks of this dinner.

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Next, I went to pay homage to each leader present one by one. Anyway, I almost didn’t eat anything during this meal, because there was no chance to eat, and my wine glass was never empty.

Therefore, as for the delicacies of the mountains and wild game, I have no idea how delicious they are.

Later I got very drunk.

When I finally sent these people away, I immediately fell to the ground.

"Quickly, send Dean Feng to the hospital for infusion." I heard Chu Dingnan say.

In fact, I was still a little awake, but my body didn't quite obey the instructions of my brain. I hurriedly said: "Don't, let the driver take me home."

I clearly felt that Chu Dingnan had ulterior motives.

At this time Deng Feng said: "Dean Feng, let me take you home."

At this moment, I am extremely grateful to him in my heart.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt very thirsty, and my body was so limp that I couldn't move at all. I couldn't help but moan and lay on the bed looking at the ceiling. Then I continued to force myself to close my eyes and fall asleep.

The effect of alcohol was still at work, it restrained the discomfort in my body, and I fell asleep again.

Later, I woke up near noon because the phone call woke me up. It was a call from Tong Jiumei. She asked me: "Uncle said you are going to pay him New Year's greetings tonight, right? Have you confirmed the time?"

"

I thought her phone call was a bit strange: How could anyone take the initiative to ask me about such a thing? But then I thought of my own analysis, and I immediately felt that it was understandable, "I drank too much yesterday, and I'm still feeling uncomfortable now."

.Let’s talk about it after I go shopping in the afternoon.”

She smiled and said: "You don't need to buy anything. You don't have to be so polite."

I said, "How can that be done? He is my leader, and he cares about me so much, so of course I have to be well prepared. Just leave this matter alone, I know what to do."

She said: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable now? How about I come and see you? What do you want to eat? Can I bring it to you?"

I hurriedly said: "No need. I'll be ready if I sleep for a while."

Only then did I see a cup of tea on my bedside table. It was probably the tea that Deng Feng made for me when he sent me home last night. I was very touched and hurriedly picked it up and took a sip. I immediately felt much better.

At this time, I felt ashamed: How did he send me home yesterday and when did he leave? I have no memory of all this. I only vaguely remember that he helped me upstairs, then opened the door for me, and what happened next

The thing is no longer remembered.

Now I feel a little scared: If Deng Feng has evil intentions towards me and lets some unknown woman sleep in my bed, it will be very troublesome. After all, I was in a situation where I didn't know anyone at the time, and many things could happen.

of.

I must find a confidant to act as my secretary in the future, otherwise it will be difficult to ensure that nothing happens. I thought to myself.

Of course Tong Jiumei didn't know the random thoughts in my heart at the moment. She continued to ask me: "Well, let me go shopping with you in the afternoon, and I can give you a reference by the way. Is that okay?"

I thought: This is a good idea. "Okay, I'll go to the office first and contact you later in the afternoon."

She asked me: "How about we go to my uncle's house for dinner tonight? That's what he meant too."

I was immediately embarrassed, "Eating? Then I have to drink. I really can't stand it anymore."

She smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm here. I will never let you drink."

What else can I say? But her intention was more obvious to me. I instinctively wanted to escape, but I couldn't let go, because the feeling she gave me that night was still so clear that it was difficult for me to escape deep in my heart.

Extricate yourself.

Although I just broke up with Zhuang Qing, I know that the feeling of being with Zhuang Qing is different from that of being with Tong Jiumei. Being with Zhuang Qing is more emotional and exciting, while being with Tong Jiumei...

She gave me all the wonderful physical enjoyment. This is definitely not because of the novelty, because I am fully aware of the mental tremor that Tong Jiumei brings to me when I am with her.

I said, hesitantly, "Okay..."

My physical condition has gotten much better, especially after talking to Tong Jiumei for so long. So I got up and went to take a scalding hot shower, because I was trying to let the alcohol in my body completely and completely disappear in this way.

The sweat is evaporated and flushed into the sewer.

Not to mention, the effect is really good. The alcohol made my body feel weak, so I started to sweat under the influence of hot water. Under the cover of hot water, I shivered in the middle, and the sweat was like during sex.

At that moment, another kind of body fluid rushed out. After the chill, there was an extremely comfortable feeling.

After I came out of the bathroom, I felt like a completely different person. Now I suddenly became refreshed and comfortable. However, when I recalled the discomfort this morning, I still felt a little regretful: Feng Xiao, why bother?

Is it necessary to put your body in such a state just for work? Then he smiled bitterly: Is it still possible to escape? People are in the world, and they can't help themselves. There is nothing they can do about it.

So, will you still drink like this in the future? So I asked myself again in my heart.

The answer is yes, because I know this is also a kind of frustration.

Then I went to Tong Yao's mother's place. My excuse was to go for lunch, but my real purpose was to know how Tong Yao was doing. Because I thought the first person to know about her condition must be her mother.

"I want to drink some porridge. Auntie, I drank too much last night and now I have a stomachache." I said to the old lady.

"I'll have someone cook you some preserved egg and lean meat porridge right away. There will also be fermented bean curd and pickles. This will nourish your stomach." The old lady said to me with a smile.

I thanked her profusely and took the opportunity to ask casually: "Why can't Tong Yao's phone call get through? I would like to ask her to do me a favor."

In fact, I did call her, even once on the way here, but her phone was indeed turned off. Because of this, I was even more worried about her.

Regarding the matter of Tong Yangxi, although there are many things that feel strange and suspicious in my heart now, I don’t know what the truth is in this matter. But there is one thing I can believe, that is, Tong Yao is like that

She must have her reasons for doing so. So I can't help but think of another question: If Tong Yao has her reasons, is there really any problem with Lin Yi? Every time I think about this problem, I don't dare to

I continued to think about it, because I felt too terrible. But then I thought: Lin Yi shouldn't be that kind of person, right? Every time he talks to me, he is so philosophical and wise, how could he be

What about people like that? Therefore, I am more willing to believe that there is some kind of misunderstanding in this matter.

Of course, all of this can only be understood at its most basic level after I meet Tong Yao.

Therefore, I am even more eager to know her condition as soon as possible.

However, the old lady gave me this answer, "I don't know what she does all day long. This crazy girl is like this all the time. She is a policeman, and sometimes she doesn't call me for months. I used to say that she

A few words, but every time she loses her temper with me. Forget it, I am too lazy to care about her."

This old lady is very considerate. I could only smile bitterly in my heart.

But I still said something next, actually to remind her, "It would be best if we have a meal together during the Spring Festival. In this way, I will find a way to ask her previous boyfriend out."

The old lady looked at me with a strange look in her eyes, "Xiao Feng, don't you have any interest in our Yaoyao?"
To be continued...