Days passed.
Finally, on this day, except for the lack of water, the artificial water storage lake was completed perfectly.
On the lakeside, all the participants, including Li Guangbo, cheered in disappointment.
The project was completed very well.
It really couldn't be any better.
It was a pity that such a delicious meal could no longer be eaten.
There was a saying that went,'Work requires money wherever you go.'
However, to be in charge of food, and to be in charge of such delicious food, that was something that could only be encountered by luck.
Jiang Tu gave each of the workers a red packet of 200 yuan as a celebration.
He knew that after the village completed such a huge project, it was reasonable to treat the villagers to a meal.
It was to set up a banquet.
However, he didn't know how to do it, and he didn't know where to hire people. Was it the talent market?
His life back in the village had been smooth sailing. Was he finally going to meet his greatest difficulty?
Jiang Tu wasn't afraid.
As the saying goes, if you have any difficulties, look for the village chief.
"Ah?" The village chief listened to Jiang Tu's request with a dumbfounded expression. He felt a little numb himself.
He, he didn't know either.
In the past two days, he had heard about this from other colleagues and officers. He was also looking forward to it with them.
Just think about it. A village banquet with a table full of ten dishes, all of which were Jiang Tu's cooking. How fragrant and spectacular would that be?
He had decided at that time that he would skip breakfast and dinner the day before when Jiang Tu gave the notice. He would save his stomach to show off at the banquet.
After all this time, it wasn't Jiang Tu who did it.
The disappointment in Song Jun's eyes only lasted for a second before disappearing.
It was fine. He was a serious and serious village chief. How could he be disappointed over such a small matter?
Jiang Tu waited for a long time but didn't get an answer. He thought that the village chief didn't know either.
Just as she was about to leave and ask the people she knew in the village, she was pulled back by Song Jun.
He patted his chest and promised," Don't worry, I'll settle this for you."
He opened the door, stuck his head out, and shouted in a low voice,"Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, Secretary Wang, are you there?”
"You do it." He stretched out a hand and waved at Uncle Wang, who was looking over.
She signaled him that it wasn't a serious matter and that he could come at ease.
This group of old officials usually cooperated with him and were willing to listen to him.
Whenever they encountered paperwork related work, they would run faster than the other. They would rather go to the village to farm than sign and stamp.
The thing he was most afraid of in his life was being singled out by the village chief. He was afraid that another document had not been handled properly, that the format was wrong, and that he had to redo it.
Seeing that it was a private matter, Secretary Wang left very quickly.
He had just seen Jiang Tu go in, so he had to help him deal with it.
It would be best to ask when the banquet would be held.
Everyone was watching.
"Jiang Tu, this is our village's old secretary, Wang Guiren. You can just call him Uncle Wang."
"Ask him about our village and he knows almost everything.”
Song Jun introduced Jiang Tu to the person he had called in. He looked to be in his fifties, and his hair was sparse. He smiled amiably. It was obvious that he was easy to get along with.
"Uncle Wang, Jiang Tu just wanted to ask what the process is if our village invites people to hold a banquet. And where should we go to invite people?"
Song Jun asked on Jiang Tu's behalf.
Uncle Wang's smile froze and he blurted out,""Kid, aren't you going to cook yourself?”
Uncle Wang's eyes widened as if he was reprimanding him for wasting money and his good craftsmanship.
Besides, were they greedy for the feast?
What they craved was Little Jiang's cooking.
She listened to the students and workers praise her every day.
In the end, they couldn't find a reason to freeload. It was simply infuriating.
Jiang Tu was also stunned.
How could he handle the banquet himself? What should he do?
He knew how to cook, but he didn't know how to do the rest.
Looking at the two pairs of confused eyes beside him, Wang Guiren slapped his thigh and remembered.
Little Jiang's family didn't have any adults. Besides, he hadn't been in the village for the past few years, so he definitely didn't know.
He did not hide anything and said directly,"To put it simply, your family has completed such a big project and is treating the entire village to a meal. That's what happened."
"This doesn't look like a wedding or funeral. The dishes at the banquet need to be prepared to a certain extent, and the quantity is also required.”
Jiang Tu nodded seriously.
Uncle Wang continued," Those who can go to our village to eat now, excluding those students, are at most 50 to 60 people. There are ten people at a table. You just have to buy some food. There are vegetables and meat. It's enough to let everyone eat."”
Actually, it was a way for the villagers to bond.
Uncle Wang signaled with his eyes." That's it. It's simple, understand?"
Jiang Tu shook his head. He didn't understand.
If he didn't invite people, where would the tables, chairs, and plates come from?
Uncle Wang didn't say anything about this.
Therefore, he asked directly.
"Ah, this." Uncle Wang was dumbfounded when he heard that.
It was true that they wanted to taste Xiaojiang's cooking.
Where did the tables and chairs come from? That was a real problem.
It wasn't like before, where every household could just gather a little.
He really couldn't find it now. Just like in his house, there was only a small square table. Once it was placed on the brick bed, it would be lively.
In the end, he dilly-dallied and reluctantly gave Jiang Tu the number of the person who had contracted this area to burn the banquet.
Then, he left the village chief's office with a disappointed expression.
Why was it so difficult to eat Xiaojiang's cooking?
Seeing the old Secretary like that, Song Jun laughed out loud.
He said to the dumbfounded Jiang Tu," You don't really come out to interact with the villagers in the west. You might not know this. Actually, the villagers have been listening to the students praising how delicious your cooking is every day. They've long wanted to try it."”
"Well, I haven't found a chance, and I'm too embarrassed to go to your house to freeload.”
"I guess they all thought that you would be the head chef this time. I'm looking forward to it."
In the end, the change came so quickly.
Ah, this.
Jiang Tu still couldn't react.
It wasn't that he couldn't cook, but he didn't have any tables, chairs, or plates. He didn't even have any helpers.
What kind of person could occupy an entire banquet by himself?
Even the tentacle monster couldn't do it.
It didn't matter if Song Jun wasn't in a hurry. After all, he had paid and could eat Jiang Tu's cooking every day, hehe.
Suddenly, there was an urgent knock on the door of the village chief's office. It felt like something big had happened.
Jiang Tu was about to leave when the door opened. A man who was younger and fairer than Secretary Wang walked in and asked directly,""If I help you solve the problems of tables and chairs, will you cook?”
Jiang Tu was speechless.
For the sake of food, this group of people from First Gate was going all out.
Jiang Tu suppressed his twitching lips and turned around to say seriously,""If you can solve it for me, I have no problem.”
"Your moves are clean."
The person gave him a thumbs up and praised him generously. He quickly took out his phone and said,"Come, come, come. Let's add your contact information. Let's contact each other tonight.”
"Deal."
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