Song Tan's Notes

Village Party Secretary Xiao Zhu chatted with the leaders until after 10 p.m., going on and on about everything that happened in the village.

A big bowl of crispy rice crusts, and everyone's mouths were busy, the person talking was smacking their lips, and the person listening was also smacking their lips.

Finally, everyone ate their fill of carbohydrates and returned to their rooms, feeling groggy. It was then that Secretary Zhu remembered—

There's still one report I haven't finished!
She had no choice but to put on a mask of pain, thinking to herself that the village was still not prosperous enough; at the very least, she couldn't even order coffee.

But it's okay.

She yawned and boiled water again in the middle of the night to make herself a cup of tea.

Come on! Young people can persevere! She must write a great report that will amaze the leaders!

If I have the chance to be included in the internal reference...

The aroma of tea wafted up, washing away the starchy thoughts that had flooded her mind. The young, round-faced Party Secretary snapped back to reality, her sweet dream shattered.

Forget it, let's focus on the hard work first.

At the same time, the leaders also felt that Yunqiao Village was quite good.

I've always come and gone in a hurry before, never staying overnight, so I hadn't realized how good it is to sleep in the countryside!

In the stillness of the night, with only the chirping of insects outside the window, I lay on the bed in the simple, clean, and unpretentious guesthouse room after a quick rest. I still had a lot of work to think about.

But after only getting started, she had already fallen into a deep sleep...

Zhang Yanping looked up at the cashier and saw that there was no noise. The three grown men who had said they were just having a drink were also quiet. She was quite satisfied.

It's clearly going to be another quiet night!
The thought had barely crossed his mind when a group of men and women rushed in through the door, especially the five young men in the lead, wearing tank tops, shorts, and basketball shoes, their bodies reeking of sweat.

They burst in, laughing and making a ruckus, completely erasing the previous quiet.

"Keep your voice down."

Zhang Yanping gave a lukewarm instruction: "The villagers rest early, and there are still many patients who have to line up early tomorrow morning. Please be considerate of each other and don't make too much noise tonight."

He spoke these words softly and expressionlessly, causing the girls to shrink back and huddle closer to their boyfriends. The hot-blooded young man stood there for a long time before finally giving a stammering reply, and then cautiously went upstairs.

Zhang Yanping: ...

Young man, just go upstairs, why are you standing on tiptoe?

Once they successfully reached the second floor, they exchanged glances and breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything in this countryside is harmonious, except for this terrifying guesthouse owner—it's true that you can't do business without some real power.

Someone even whispered to his girlfriend:
Why didn't you show this chaff to your roommate?

His girlfriend rolled her eyes: "It's not fashionable to be domineering and pampered by a mafia boss anymore."

As the others walked towards their rooms, they rubbed their stomachs and said, "Honestly, we really need to find out what the hiring standards are for this food tomorrow."

We're at the age where we're hungry as soon as we open our eyes. Leaving aside the food in the school cafeteria, when we're short on cash, we can't even afford to order a meal that we've already prepared.

After playing ball today, and having a lively chat with Qiaoqiao and Chen Chi, my still-satisfied stomach suddenly felt empty.

So everyone stubbornly stayed in the cafeteria instead of going back to the hotel, waiting for the workers who were picking vegetables to get ready for work. Late-night snack time began!
The aroma of the old duck soup had been enticing for a long time, and in the middle of the night, everyone was slurping it down, bowl and all!

It's delicious!

The old duck soup was started simmering in the evening, and the meat dissolved into the soup.

No one pays attention to the cooking time for a late-night snack, so the lettuce was almost overcooked and then mixed with the noodles that had been prepared in advance.

If you like it lighter, scoop it out and eat it quickly; if you like it thicker, cook it a little longer... Where else in a university cafeteria can you find such a delicious and high-quality dish that's free and made with real ingredients?

Honestly, what are the hiring requirements here?

If all else fails, they can train themselves as needed!

A good night's sleep.

……

The result of sleeping well in the countryside was that when everyone woke up early the next morning, they were still groggy and realized it was only six o'clock.

The college students, who couldn't even get up at 8 a.m., were deeply shocked by their own performance.

A group of people looked at each other in the hotel lobby. Driver Niu, who had woken up early, was holding a water glass and hesitated, unsure whether he was going to fill the large kettle with tea for his boss or something else.

The college students touched their stomachs, cautiously glanced at Zhang Yanping's face, and then asked:
"Boss, is breakfast really served after 8 or 9 o'clock?"

After being away overnight, the underworld boss had a red mark on his forehead, looking like he had been out fighting all night, making him look even more terrifying.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yanping, who was sleeping on the recliner next to him with her face pressed against the data cable, suppressed a yawn that was about to come out, and her expression became increasingly gloomy:

"The canteen on the mountain should have steamed buns or something like that right now, you can have a snack."

Some people are used to eating after finishing their work, while others need to have something to eat in the morning. As things get busier now, the food on the mountain has become more varied.

However, there's usually not much of this available in the morning; one milk-flavored steamed bun or one baozi per person is all that's left.

But for college students, this answer was worthwhile, even though they had to overcome their fear to ask.

With a cheer, they quickly grabbed their water bottles and rushed up the mountain!

He took two steps, then stopped.
"that……"

"Although the boss asked us to come and accompany the child to do sports and teach him to play ball, we can't really do nothing the rest of the time, right? What if people think we have no sense of propriety and then they won't hire us for jobs in the future?"

"Let's go up the mountain and ask around first!"

Ask about the salary, benefits, accommodation and meals, and what the job entails... Once you have a clear understanding, then go and recommend yourself to the boss!
Before the driver could figure it out, he saw Secretary Wang rushing downstairs, and Zhang Yanping immediately called out, "Director Wang!"

He conveyed the message from Song Tan and Dr. Guo: "We don't adhere to fasting or anything like that when we see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. If we need moxibustion or acupuncture, it will be difficult to handle if we haven't eaten anything."

"Song Tan said they just wanted to grab a quick bite this morning, so he told me to let him know since you're all up—shall we go grab something to eat now?"

Secretary Wang checked the time—it would be perfect to have breakfast, take a stroll, and then go to the clinic!

He quickly turned around and went back upstairs: "Wait a moment, I'll go tell my boss right away."

Then, turning back, she asked, "What are we having for breakfast this morning?"

Zhang Yanping thought for a moment: "It seems to be rice noodles—newly made rice noodles this year, sour and spicy in the morning, which is appetizing, invigorating, and makes you sweat... Can you handle spicy food?"

Dr. Guo's approach to health differs somewhat from the currently popular methods of combining nutrients.

For example, she felt that if a person sleeps in an air-conditioned room all night in the summer and doesn't sweat much, it's actually bad for their body's rhythm.

Eating something that induces sweating at this time can actually improve circulation.

Of course, seeing how eagerly she ate her second bowl, Zhang Yanping suspected that she had made up the story because she wanted to eat rice noodles.

But Secretary Wang thought:

Eating such strong flavors so early in the morning!
Then, he couldn't help but swallow hard. (End of Chapter)