Nominal: Who isn't a son-in-law?

When it was time to eat, Pei Yihong kept his word and ate two bowls of rice, which was unusual for him. He also ate some vegetables, and he ate with great relish.

"That's great, Qianqian's cooking is very good now, she's made great progress."

Pei Qianqian's cooking was approved by Zhou Yuwen.

"Of course! Don't you know who gave me birth? I didn't learn before, but now that I have, my skills will definitely improve quickly!" Pei Qianqian's eyes curved into crescents as she served food to everyone. "Dad, Mom, try these chicken wings. Shijun said mine are the best."

Upon hearing this, Pei Yihong, who had just put a chicken wing in his mouth, stiffened, glanced at Chu Shijun who was sitting next to him with his head down, and gave a soft snort.

After finishing the chicken wings, he leaned forward, took Pei Qianqian's hand and looked at it. Seeing that his daughter's hand was still the same as before, he was relieved. But after sitting down, he still said with dissatisfaction, "Shijun, Qianqian cooks for you, which is her way of doing her best as a wife. But can't you hire a housekeeper to help share the burden? Qianqian has to cook for you after work. She has never suffered such grievances at home."

"No way, Dad. After Shijun gets off work, we do most of the housework together. He washes the dishes too. Besides, we just got married. It would be so awkward to have a housekeeper at home," Pei Qianqian said, unable to bear her father talking about her husband. Seeing that he was about to say something, she immediately added fuel to the fire, "Besides, all these years, I haven't seen you hire a housekeeper to help my mother with the housework."

Sure enough, as soon as the fire was lit, Zhou Yuwen put her chopsticks on the bowl and said sarcastically, "Your father said he is a government official and should set an example. I'm still young, so I'll do things myself as long as I can. When I get old, I'll hire a caregiver. But I think it'll be soon."

"No way, Mom is so young, she's the most beautiful woman in the world, she won't get old!" Pei Qianqian quickly coaxed. "Besides, I think Dad just thinks your cooking is delicious and doesn't want to eat other people's cooking, that's why he's like this."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Pei Yihong nodded quickly.

"You're so witty," Zhou Yuwen smiled gently, holding Pei Qianqian's hand. "Qianqian, Shijun, you've been married for a year now, have you thought about having children?"

Cough cough cough

Chu Shijun, who was standing nearby, choked on his words.

Seeing this, Pei Yihong glared at him with displeasure and lightly scolded, "If you choked, just drink water!"

"Oh dear, Mom, why are you in such a hurry?" Pei Qianqian blushed.

"I heard that Shijun is also going to be transferred to a rural area. He will definitely be busier then. You should have a child sooner rather than later. It will be more stable and convenient for you to transfer jobs in the future," Zhou Yuwen advised. "Besides, I can come and help you take care of the child after you have it. In a few years, I will be too old to carry it anymore."

"Okay, okay," Pei Qianqian nodded repeatedly, afraid that Zhou Yuwen would say something else, so she leaned close to Zhou Yuwen's ear and whispered, "Shijun has quit smoking and drinking for two months."

"Okay, okay, you take good care of yourself too."

Zhou Yuwen's eyes lit up. Great! She could start embroidering clothes and shoes for her grandson. She had learned a lot from the secretary's wife next door over the past two years, and now she could finally put it to good use.

Seeing this, Pei Yihong knew that his grandson had been settled, and he suppressed his original idea of ​​asking Chu Shijun to go to the study to smoke and talk business.

While the mother and daughter were clearing the table, he and Chu Shijun sat down on the sofa in the outer hall.

"Shijun, I heard from Comrade Dong that you're being sent to work in a town early next year?"

Pei Yihong leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and spoke.

"Yes, Dad, go be the mayor of a town," Chu Shijun nodded.

The town mayor, that's a section chief, 24 years old.

Pei Yihong nodded slightly; he understood.

"The head of a town is very good at training people. This is also grassroots work. You can see the big picture from small things. Your abilities can be seen here. When you get to the county level, some problems will be magnified. You need to pay extra attention. You don't need to do your job perfectly, but you must be steady. Only by following the right path can you go far. Always remember that what is hanging over your head is the Party discipline and the law of the country, and what is watching you is the people..."

Pei Yihong gave him earnest advice.

Chu Shijun listened attentively.

He knew that even with the support of his past life memories and the knowledge he possessed, compared to this vibrant world, it was all merely supplementary.

People often say that art originates from real life, and some books and films claim to be adapted from true events. But in reality, reality is often much crueler because it is a real world.

In some matters, people like Pei Yihong, who have been through it all, are more persuasive and experienced.

"Although you work in Haixi and not in Linjiang, I am very relieved that Comrade Jian Dong is helping to look after you. Sometimes, relationships are just for use. Don't have too much burden. Don't always think about being a bookish idealist and think you can do it. But others may not think that way."

Chu Shijun wholeheartedly agreed with this statement and nodded, saying, "Dad, don't worry. I'll do whatever the position requires. I won't force myself to do something I don't deserve."

Previously at school, as a student, one was expected to be humble and polite.

Now that they're working together, they're all comrades. If Li Dakang stands in front of him again, he'll be Comrade Dakang.

He's not satisfied?

What? You, Zhao Lichun, are the Party Secretary, but I, Qi Jiandong, am not?

As for the older comrades in the team, they should be respected as they are seniors.

"Heh, you don't seem like the type to suffer a loss."

Pei Yihong smiled and tapped him, "I'll say it again, just relax, work hard, and making sure the people live a good life is more important than anything else. Your uncle is in the capital, and he has a heavy burden on his shoulders too."

After saying this, Pei Qianqian and Zhou Yuwen finished cleaning up the dishes and came to the hall. Pei Yihong stopped there and didn't say anything more, instead starting to chat about everyday things.

……

"Are you planning to buy a car? And one for Qianqian too? Will she be able to drive?"

Upon hearing Chu Shijun say that he wanted to buy a car, and that he wanted to buy one for Pei Qianqian, Pei Yihong was surprised.

"Oh dear, Dad, you're underestimating me. Shijun has been teaching me for a long time," Pei Qianqian quickly retorted.

"That's right, it's already been ordered. We ordered two Volkswagen Santanas from Shanghai, and they will be shipped directly to Dongning after the New Year."

Chu Shijun said with a smile.

"That must have cost a lot of money, right?"

"It cost 380,000 in total, a discounted price. I got it through Brother Mingjian."

Two Santanas, each would cost over 200,000 yuan to get on the road right now, but when he mentioned it, Sun Mingjian directly quoted the cost price, so after thinking about it, Chu Shijun didn't refuse.

As friends, it's all about mutual favors. If you help me, I'll help you, and it'll be easier to ask for help next time. Sun Mingjian is a sensible person, and both of them understand this.

"You can make money selling books, so buying this car shouldn't be a problem financially, I won't say anything more. But you have to teach Qianqian well and make sure she's safe," Pei Yihong instructed.

"Don't worry, Qianqian is very smart."

After thinking for a moment, Chu Shijun estimated that there were about twenty days left from now until the New Year and then until he went to Haixi, so he said, "Dad, if possible, please arrange a spare car for us. I can teach Qianqian some more these days."

"I'll tell Qihua tomorrow."

Pei Yihong nodded.