Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1106 - 1082. Emotional intelligence is a bit lacking

Reflecting on Zhu Xin’s words, my always frugal aunt commented:

"It’s indeed quite a waste of money... Why is there a need to redo the signboard? It doesn’t affect anything; just being sturdy and recognizable is enough."

"Now they standardize everything, which costs a lot. Many people come and can’t find the store for a while."

Though my aunt does business and has a certain understanding of the market, what she said wasn’t all praise, but it carried a lot of weight.

Now she’s being fair and sincere with her compliments—

"But they do get things done; look at the asphalt road at the entrance, how well it’s paved! Tantan said that before when delivering watermelons, they had to pad the bottom of the truck bed or use boxes on the back seat."

"Now that’s unnecessary; the road is so smooth and was fixed so quickly and well... This shows that the leaders do think things through from multiple angles."

Old Yang, who listened silently: ...

The leader and Secretary Wang, who listened silently: ...

Secretary Wang was completely frustrated.

What is this about! Wasn’t it him who personally followed up on the road construction?! Why did all the credit go to the city?! Yun City did have a plan to pave roads earlier, but the municipal government was as poor as a church mouse. Where would the money for construction come from? Wasn’t it still them who made the connections?!

Secretary Wang couldn’t help but glance at the leader.

But Cong Yun showed no unnecessary expressions; instead, he looked quite relieved: "So, we’ve done something substantial, and that’s good."

Old Yang and a few old men exchanged glances and nodded silently.

Aunt finished tidying up the house, laughed, and said: "Oh gosh, look at what you’re saying, didn’t Wu Lan say you’re working in municipal procurement? How can you not be careful with your words... Little brother, don’t say things like that next time, it could affect your promotion at work!"

Tsk, the way you comment on leadership, you must have a hard connection to keep doing procurement continuously like this, no wonder Wu Lan was just wondering why the idea of transferring to Ning City came up...

The emotional intelligence is lacking a bit.

This time, it was Secretary Wang’s turn to cough dramatically.

...

The house was bustling inside and out.

It hadn’t been this lively at Lao Song’s for years. Song Sancheng was so busy; he couldn’t settle his feet and had to happily sigh: "Last time there were this many people was when Tantan got into college!"

Other families have two children; with exams, weddings, and baby showers, there are lively events year after year, while their family... Ah!

Originally thought next big event would be Tantan’s wedding return banquet, but didn’t expect this year to be a blast, transforming everything at home, now it’s all thriving!

If it weren’t so, the always meticulously budget-watching Wu Lan wouldn’t have been willing to hold such a grand reception, using all the good stuff at home too?

Song Tan, considering the feelings of the elderly, arranged everything edible from the mountain, hoping everyone would remember it in the next three to five years, making Mom and Dad happy each time it’s mentioned.

After all, for parents, sometimes happiness is just this simple.

He took out his cherished cigarettes, went inside to hand them to Lao Zhu and others: "Old man, do you remember? This cigarette was given to me by Secretary Xiaozu, saying you sent it... Oh dear... This is too generous..."

This is premium tobacco!

Song Sancheng felt embarrassed even mentioning it.

Unexpectedly, Lao Zhu pushed away the cigarettes in his hand—

"I don’t want this!"

"Do you still have any of that tobacco you have at home? If you do, give us some, we can roll our own!"

Song Sancheng was delighted: "Roll what? Do you smoke dry tobacco pipes? Tantan bought several for his grandpa; they’re all at home!"

Good, good, good! Haven’t smoked a dry tobacco pipe in years! Lao Zhu’s eyebrows danced with joy, urging him: "Quick, go, go!"

He also asked Old Yang’s junior: "Uh... Xiaocong, do you smoke?"

Leader: ... Smoke!

Secretary Wang wanted to cover his face just overhearing.

Because he really couldn’t imagine the leader holding that thing and puffing away.

Song Youde was in the courtyard, and upon hearing that Secretary Xiaozu’s grandfathers wanted to smoke this, he immediately forgot any hesitation and rushed home to fill the tobacco pipes, feeling a sense of pride!

"Come on, let me tell you, my granddaughter’s farming, it’s truly remarkable!"

Lao Zhu pinching a clump of tobacco from the pouch clings into the pipe, while awkwardly lighting with matches: "No kidding, that’s really exceptional! And this tobacco, once you smoke it, other cigarettes just don’t feel the same... Old brother, not hiding from you, I’ve actually quit smoking."

The two pounds of tobacco Xiaozu sent back were divided among the group, and now there’s still half a pound left!

It’s only taken out to satisfy cravings when in a joyous mood, genuinely quitting smoking otherwise.

But Song Sancheng, carrying a basket of wine bottles inside, found the good wine at home, thanked Lao Zhu: "Old man, do you recognize this Moutai? This was also sent by our Secretary Zhu... You folks should have a few drinks with my dad at lunch!"

There were already piles of wine at Lao Zhu’s place, unimpressed, he just asked: "Why not drink your home’s wine? The one we had before and what Zhu Jun sent back earlier... Oh dear! Oh dear!"

Remembering the taste of that wine and never managing to get enough, a few old men were burning with envy, staring at Lao Zhu.

Song Sancheng, however, looked troubled: "Ah! Didn’t we drink that wine last time? It’s too easy to get drunk with... Tantan said that today everyone is only allowed one or two liang."

Lao Zhu: ... Tsk!

Just one or two liang! Not even enough to fill the gaps between teeth!

Zhu Xin, standing by, joined in: "Old man, what tobacco, what wine? Are you running a private feast..."

The group of old men and some youngsters who didn’t know anything were there chatting merrily, while Song Sancheng, after tidying up inside, hurried outside again—

"Maozhu, don’t forget to serve the dishes at lunch!"

"Zhou Shunshui, you’re helping with serving the dishes too!"

"Sancheng, you’ve got sixteen tables at once, why not do a continuous banquet! We can have second rounds ourselves!"

Song Sancheng became proud: "Today’s two chefs, my kitchen is that big, it can manage!"

On the other side, Secretary Xiaozu called Qiaoqiao: "Pause the live streaming for now, go find a few small fruit baskets, pack two baskets of strawberries—not in packaging boxes, just ordinary small plastic baskets."

"And things like cucumbers, peppers, pick a basket of whatever’s edible, remember, use only bamboo ones, old ones! No plastic baskets. Take these with the leader when leaving!"

"And these snacks for teeth grinding at your home, gather them in a basket! Add millet stalks too!" freēnovelkiss.com

While the leader doesn’t accept gifts, this homegrown produce and homemade dried sweet potato "isn’t worth anything either," his very appearance is a signaling... Worth it!

After giving it some thought, he added: "Prepare two more baskets just in case more than one person comes! It’s not wrong to be overly courteous!"

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