Spring Breeze Twenty Years

Chapter 1118 Administrative Office

Xiao Hong said, "Lamb legs and trotters are delicious when roasted, but unfortunately I don't know how to make them, and I can't roast them at home."

The aunt brought out the last dish, hand-pulled lamb chops, in a huge bowl, and placed it in the middle of the table.

Xiaowei's mother said, "Sister Lan, you should sit down and eat too. That's enough, I'm not going to make any more."

The aunt glanced into the kitchen: "There are two more dishes."

Xiaowei's mom said, "Let's stop cooking and eat. There's enough food; we prepared too much."

Xiao Wei asked, "What other dishes are there?"

The auntie said, "Sheep's blood and sheep's spine."

Xiao Wei said, "We'll prepare the sheep's blood tonight. Let's freeze the spine first, and then we can stew it with sauerkraut after we've eaten most of this."

Xiaowei's mother pulled the nanny to sit down next to her and said, "We'll prepare it tonight, let's eat first. Don't give me any instructions, why would you eat frozen food instead of fresh food?"

Xiao Wei asked, "Can you finish it?"

Xiaowei's mom said, "Let's stew it tonight. Let's eat something fresh first. And all of you, don't leave, eat here tonight too."

In the long run, someone said, "That would be great; we could eat here every day."

Xiaowei's mom said, "Why not? Come and eat if you don't mind. Anyway, you two probably can't cook anything really good."

Er Ya blushed and glared at Xiao Wei's mother. Xiao Wei's mother laughed and said, "What? Am I wrong? Chang Yuan definitely won't cook. As for you, I haven't seen you cook, but I know what your mother's cooking is like. I guess you're about the same."

The girls looked at each other, and Xiao Hong laughed and said, "Zhao Di is the only one who can cook well. Er Ya and Xiao Qin are good at cooking, but Xin Lina can't cook at all."

Xiao Wei said, "Kexin brought a chef with her, so what? You're not happy about it? How are you going to eat this rascal?"

Lai Zi said, "Let's eat at a restaurant. This place is pretty good; they have everything."

Xiaowei's mother asked Kexin, "Does your mother still cook for you?"

Kexin nodded: "My mom won't let me touch the stove, she's afraid I'll get burned."

Chen Hui said to Xiao Wei, "She's similar to Wei Yun. She doesn't have to do any housework, and she's like Sleeping Beauty."

Beibei, her face greasy from gnawing on a bone, muttered, "Sleeping Beauty, Sleeping Beauty, I pricked my hand while working, sigh, I'm going to sleep." She turned to look at Xiaoxiaohui, took a lamb chop from the basin, and handed it to him, saying, "Don't dip it in sauce, it'll be too salty. It's too salty."

Little Hui didn't care about dipping sauce or not; he took it, opened his mouth wide, and took a bite.

Xiao Wei's mother laughed uncontrollably and said, "This child, he doesn't care if it's too salty or not. Does it taste good without a little soy sauce? It's not salty at all."

The auntie said, "I added a little bit, and I added a little salt before taking it out of the pot, in case it doesn't keep well."

After a lively mutton meal, a group of girls cleared the table and washed the dishes, while Xiaowei's mother and Aunt Wang took care of the two children, washing their hands, wiping their faces, and changing their clothes.

Xiao Wei made some tea, and everyone sat down on the sofa to chat.

Before we could exchange more than a few words, the phone rang.

"Xiao Wei? I'm your Brother Wei."

Xiao Wei stood up, waved, and walked to the door: "Brother Wei, didn't you take a lunch break?"

Secretary Wei said, "The leader just took a break, so I'm calling you back and then lying down for a bit. I checked, and the leader said to have your wife come directly to the provincial capital. The General Office has two openings this time, and the leader got one for you."

Xiao Wei said, "Oh, thank you so much. I won't stand on ceremony, Brother Wei. Let's keep things going for a long time."

Secretary Wei said, "Why are you thanking me for what the leader arranged? Just fill out the dispatch form in the Administrative Affairs Department of the Provincial Government Office, then the school will stamp it and you can come and report. I'll just give a heads-up when the personnel bureau finishes the paperwork."

Xiao Wei said, "Okay, I'll ask her to come over tomorrow."

Secretary Wei said, "There's no rush. Once things are settled, there's no going back. As long as we're within the reporting deadline, it's fine. I can have a few days to relax. Once I start working here, I won't have time to relax anymore."

Xiao Wei said, "That's true, you guys are really tired. By the way, could you come over after get off work? Come to my yard."

Secretary Wei asked, "Is something the matter?"

Xiao Wei said, "I got a batch of Mongolian sheep, and they were slaughtered today. Come over and get some fresh meat for Grandpa Li to take home and try. It wouldn't look good if I gave it to him."

Secretary Wei didn't stand on ceremony and said, "Okay, I'll come over when I'm done with work tonight. I'll hang up now."

Walking back to the sofa, Xiaohong asked, "Who is it?"

Xiao Wei picked up the dispatch form from the coffee table, looked at it, filled in the unit information, and handed it to Xiao Hong: "The school will stamp it and say that the personnel bureau will handle the procedures, so we don't need to do it ourselves."

Xiaowei's mother came over carrying Xiaoxiaohui: "Is everything decided? Where are we going?"

Xiao Wei said, "It was handled by the Provincial Government Office, Governor Li. Mom, this afternoon, could you prepare some mutton or something, make two portions? I'll have Secretary Wei come and pick them up."

Xiao Wei's mom said, "Okay, that's it. We killed two sheep, and this bunch of young men couldn't even finish one. What a bunch of good-for-nothings."

Changyuan said, "Okay, we'll eat our fill tonight."

Aunt Wang came over carrying a bag: "Dapeng, take this with you before you leave. There are two portions inside. Take one to your mother."

Chen Peng said, "Then it's all mine. My dad doesn't eat mutton; he thinks it's too gamey. I'll just have my mom come over tonight to satisfy her craving."

Xiaowei's mother said, "Mom, I've never heard your mother mention this before. I should have called your mother over today."

Chen Xiao said, "My dad is a stranger, so don't bother with him. He has too many rules, most people can't stand them."

Aunt Wang said, "There are plenty of people who don't eat mutton, it's nothing special. I remember when I lived in the county town, there was a family named Li downstairs. Their daughter married into a Hui family, and they didn't eat pork. During the winter, they would stew beef with sauerkraut and potatoes. The smell was amazing, oh my, just the aroma was enough. That girl was so thin."

Xiao Wei said, "Isn't beef good? Beef is so delicious!"

Xiaowei's mom said, "That depends on how you cook it. I'll get you some beef stew with sauerkraut tomorrow so you can try it."

Chen Hui stood up and said, "Come on, let me show you around Xiao Wei's wine cellar, and we'll go taste some wine."

The basement of the annex has been converted into a wine cellar, where various kinds of wine have been collected, both new and old. Bottled and barrelled wines fill most of the cellar, which has become Chen Hui's favorite. He goes down there to rummage around and have a drink whenever he has free time.

The wine cellar has a tasting area with a bar, sofas, small tables, and various wine tasting tools.

Changyuan and the others were quite interested. Except for Zhaodi, who wanted to sleep, they all went. Xiaowei also went along.

The wine cellar is equipped with air conditioning and a ventilation system, solid wood wine racks and cabinets, and the walls, floors, and even the ceiling are all covered in solid wood. Combined with warm lighting, it feels quite nice. The air is filled with the delicate aroma of wine.

However, Xiaowei still couldn't get used to it. He only found sweet champagne to be palatable; other things like cognac and XO tasted dry and lacked sweetness. Chen Hui laughed at Xiaowei for being a country bumpkin, but Xiaowei didn't care. He felt that personal taste was subjective and there was no point in comparing.

(End of this chapter)