Wang Xuemei led him to the sofa, poured him a glass of water herself, and then started chattering again.
"Yesterday, your mother came to see me and said that you are not young anymore and asked me to introduce you to a partner." Wang Xuemei looked at Yang Jun in front of her as if she were her own child, with a look of distress on her face.
"It is the job of our street office to care about the personal problems of older young people like you. Coupled with the friendship between our two families, you can rest assured that your Aunt Wang will definitely introduce the best girl to you."
"No... no rush, Aunt Wang, I'm not in a hurry." Yang Jun looked embarrassed.
"You're almost thirty, why don't you rush? Your Jianguo brother is as old as you, and he's already a brat." Wang Xuemei suddenly darkened her face and said angrily.
Yang Jun: "..."
Without saying a word, Wang Xuemei got up and returned to her desk, opened the drawer and took out a stack of photos.
"Here, pick one."
Yang Jun looked at the dozens of black and white photos in his hand and blushed suddenly. He couldn't help but think of the emperor's talent show in the TV series, where portraits of beautiful women were placed in front of the emperor for selection.
Yang Jun was in a state of excitement at this moment, feeling that his life had reached its peak in an instant.
I, Yang Jun, also have moments of brilliance and moments of pickiness.
The girls in the photos are similar. The gray and blue background does not show the youthful atmosphere of a girl of flower age. It seems that it is because she rarely takes pictures. Every time she takes a picture, she has a serious look, and the expression on her face looks a bit dull.
As the saying goes: Marry a virtuous wife.
You can't tell a person's character just from the photos, so you can only choose the more photogenic ones. Yang Jun looked through these photos and couldn't find the girl he liked.
"Didn't you take a fancy to any of them?" Wang Xuemei looked at Yang Jun's dejected look and asked in surprise.
"These are all girls from innocent families, how about... you pick another one?"
When Aunt Wang talks about having an innocent family background, she refers to family status. Only girls from families that have been poor for generations can be considered good matches.
Yang Jun was reborn. The issue of composition was not a must for him. He didn't want to face a face he didn't like all day just because of the issue of composition.
Since God gave him a chance to be reborn, he must live according to his own wishes.
Life is only a few decades and fleeting.
He doesn't want to have too many compromises in his life.
Marrying a daughter-in-law is no longer a matter of dignity?
"Aunt Wang, there is no suitable one at the moment. This matter is not urgent. We will find it slowly in the future." Yang Jun did not show any pretense and directly expressed his thoughts.
Wang Xuemei saw that Yang Jun was really not interested in the girls in these photos, so she tried to ask,
"Junzi, do you... like girls with that kind of tone?"
That kind of tune?
Yang Jun suddenly understood that the kind of tone Aunt Wang mentioned meant sentiment, referring to girls who pursue love and ideals.
People who think that a girl should be steady and dignified, modest and reserved, and who can live a good life after marriage are not the kind of people who are restless all day long.
"No, absolutely not." Yang Jun quickly denied.
Although Yang Jun believed that "three views" were not as practical as "five senses" when choosing a mate, he did not dare to say it. At most, he would not let Aunt Wang introduce the partner. But once this word got out, trouble would follow.
"It's okay if you don't, Aunt Wang is just afraid that you will think of some random things." Wang Xuemei felt relieved.
"Since you haven't seen these girls, Aunt Wang will give you another batch someday." Wang Xuemei patted Yang Jun's hand and consoled her.
"Aunt Wang, this matter is not urgent, everything depends on fate."
Yang Jun and Wang Xuemei chatted for a while, and before leaving, they mentioned pipeline excavation. Aunt Wang waved her hand and said it was no problem, and she would send someone over to coordinate in the afternoon.
When Yang Jun left, he left two old hens in the snakeskin bag. Wang Xuemei did not refuse and sent him out of the street office in person.
Passing by the street canteen, Yang Jun saw that there was no one around, so he took out a few enamel jars from the space, went in and ordered three dishes, one meat and two vegetarian, and bought five kilograms of two-packed noodles and steamed buns, and then returned to the courtyard.
There is a folk tradition that whether it is building a new house or renovating a house, the head of the house must take care of a meal at noon. The meal does not need to be too good, but it must be enough.
No matter how poor or calculating people are, they will not make a fuss about this meal. This is a matter of face and whether the decoration workers are working hard. Everyone put their thoughts into this lunch.
Yang Jun ordered a portion of stir-fried green vegetables, a portion of stir-fried bean sprouts, and a portion of braised pork, plus five pounds of steamed buns with two-heavy noodles, which was quite a sumptuous meal.
When they returned to the backyard, Lao Wu and his men had already dug the trench for the water pipe, laid the pipe and coated it with cement.
At this moment, the sewage trench is being excavated, and several people have clearly divided the work. At this moment, they are hammering on the north wall with hammers.
In order to connect the sewage pipe to the fertilizer tank in the public toilet behind the courtyard, a hole must be dug at the root of the back wall. However, when the courtyard was originally built, all "gold bricks" were used, which are strong and strong.
Five, they spent a lot of effort to dig a fist-sized hole in the wall, and were now using hammers to enlarge the hole.
"Lao Wu and the other masters, let's have something to eat first and then work."
Yang Jun brought tables and stools from home, laid out the food, and invited them to come and eat.
When Lao Wu and his brothers heard this, they stopped what they were doing and went to the sink to wash their hands. Then they returned to the table and took a few glances at the food.
Several people looked at each other and nodded in understanding. There was nothing to say about the food of this family.
They are very satisfied with the food, especially the braised pork, which makes them salivate. They have renovated houses for so many families and have eaten hundreds of meals. Who do you think is responsible for the food and meat?
These days, each person only has a quota of two taels of meat coupons per month, and no one is willing to eat it. It is quite difficult to come up with a meat dish to save meat dumplings for the Chinese New Year.
It’s not like I’ve never met a host whose meals include meat. They just add a few slices of meat to the dish as a token of appreciation, and it’s considered a meat dish. Like today’s host, who cooked braised pork in a large enamel vat, not even two kilograms of meat.
Can't come out.
After one meal, the meat coupons that the family had saved over the year were gone.
Lao Wu and others were nibbling steamed buns and eating vegetarian dishes. They were reluctant to take their chopsticks to the braised pork, but their eyes were fixed on the braised pork.
The host was generous and polite, but they couldn't help but pay attention to it. Under Yang Jun's greeting, each person took a symbolic piece and never touched the braised pork again.
It's enough to taste the meat, and leave the rest for the host's family to satisfy their cravings.
We are all very particular about people and don't do things that make people look down upon.
Yang Jun saw how they refused to eat meat. Without saying a word, he picked up the braised pork and divided a few pieces into each bowl.
"Don't be polite to me. Can you still lay eggs if you keep the meat?" Yang Jun looked angry.
Lao Wu suddenly said with a smile like a chrysanthemum: "If you are angry, we won't be polite."
A few people said a few words of humility, relaxed their hands and feet, and started eating with big mouthfuls.
