"Okay, it's almost time for dinner. I'm going to cook. I've prepared a lot of ingredients today. Wanwan, come over and help mom choose the dishes."
Jiang's mother and Jiang Wanwan set out for the kitchen. When she moved, Zhirou, Shi Yuan and Irene all quickly got up and followed her to the kitchen.
"What are you doing here? Go and sit down."
"No, aunt, we are here to help you."
Jiang's mother happily said no. Of course she would be happy to have such a diligent daughter-in-law.
As a parent, it is very important to see whether your daughter-in-law or son-in-law is diligent or not.
Jiang's mother couldn't resist them, so she had to take them all into the kitchen.
Seeing how skillfully the three of them were selecting vegetables, cutting vegetables, washing rice, and cooking rice, Jiang's mother knew that they were not acting, but were really virtuous.
Needless to say, Zhirou, her cooking skills are on the same level as Xinyi.
After being nurtured at home for so long, Ishihara and Irene are still a little far away from cooking, but they are very good at cooking.
In fact, every time the family cooks, the women in the family will help.
When there are more than twenty people at home for dinner, Xinyi and Zhirou can't keep themselves busy.
So every time I cook, I have someone to help me. The more people there are, the more power there is and the speed is faster.
Over time, they have mastered the secrets of Chinese cooking preparation.
"His father, go to the garden to catch a chicken and a duck." Jiang's mother called outside.
After Jiang's father heard this, he quickly ran out to catch chickens, and Jiang Siming followed suit.
Looking at the plump chickens, ducks and geese inside the fence, Jiang Siming's mouth watered.
"Dad, let's catch another goose and let mom make my uncle's stewed goose. I'm always greedy." Jiang Siming said.
Jiang's father was also very happy, and he struck quickly and accurately. He grabbed a big goose by the neck, lifted it up and handed it to Jiang Siming.
Of course the poultry must be killed outside. If killed inside the house, there will be hair and blood everywhere.
So Jiang's father even brought a kitchen knife and a bowl, and the bowls were filled with water and wine.
Jiang Siming took the goose, squatted down, picked up the kitchen knife he brought and lightly touched the goose's neck.
Big goose...dead.
The blood from the goose's neck just flows into the bowl and mixes with the water and wine. By then, the wine can be used as cooking wine.
After the goose's blood dried up, Jiang Siming began to process the goose feathers. He didn't look like a rich man at all, and was no different from a normal child who went home to work.
Jiang's father was surprised when he saw Jiang Siming's skillful movements: "Your sister said that your cooking skills are amazing now, but I still don't believe it. It seems that you really have two brushes."
Jiang Siming muttered while removing his hair: "That's right, that's more than just two brushes, that's a lot of brushes. Let me cook tomorrow's meals, I guarantee your satisfaction."
"You brat, after just a few words of praise, you will go to heaven and take care of this chicken and duck." Jiang's father laughed and scolded.
Before Jiang Siming finished making goose feathers, people came from outside the house.
"Who is it, dad?" Jiang Siming didn't look up.
Jiang's father said quickly: "It's our town committee secretary and the others. They must be here to see you. Put the goose down first, wash your hands, and go greet others."
Jiang's father obviously has traditional thinking and believes that no matter how small an official is, he is still an official. If the people do not fight against the officials, no matter how big a businessman is, they will not succeed.
No matter what age it is, I still care about this.
But Jiang Siming smiled nonchalantly and said, "What's wrong with the town committee secretary coming? Dad, your kind of thinking is not acceptable."
"What are you talking about? You have to go and receive them when they come," Father Jiang said.
Jiang Siming still didn't move, and said with a smile: "Dad, I won't move anyway. Do you plan to stay here with me and let the town committee secretary wait at the door?"
"You stinky boy, I'll deal with you later."
Father Jiang had no choice but to run to the door and open it.
"Secretary Sun, everyone, I'm sorry, I just came to open the door."
Father Jiang opened the door and greeted him with a smile.
"I'm sorry to come here and disturb your home."
"It's okay, don't bother me."
"That's right, we heard that your son is back."
"Ah, he's back. He was killing chickens and geese in the yard. He was afraid that he would get dirty, so he asked me to open the door."
"Dad." Jiang Siming went over anyway. He was afraid that his father would have to invite them to dinner if he chatted with others again.
"Hello, Mr. Jiang, my name is Sun Zheng, and I am the town committee secretary of Nantian Town."
"I remember, we met during the Mid-Autumn Festival." Jiang Siming said with a slight smile.
"Mr. Jiang has a really good memory. That's right. I'm here specifically to thank Mr. Jiang for donating 500 million for the road construction in Nantian Town. I also want to hear Mr. Jiang's opinions on our road construction."
After Secretary Sun finished speaking, Jiang Siming remembered that when he first came back, he felt that the road at home was wrong. It was more luxurious than many roads in the city center.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, he donated 500 million to build a one-way six-lane road in Nantian Town. Now the entire Nantian Town, including those rural roads, has been turned into asphalt pavement.
Cars can travel smoothly on it, and the environment in Nantian Town is cleaner.
All this is thanks to Jiang Siming.
"So that's the case. I'm very satisfied. This kind of Nantian Town is more worthy of our liking. It's also my duty and responsibility to do something for my hometown." Jiang Siming said with a smile.
Secretary Sun was overjoyed and continued: "There is one more thing we want to discuss with Mr. Jiang."
"What's up?"
"It's like this. The traffic in our Nantian is so good now. We thought why not make Nantian a tourist attraction like the next Dali. You know, our Nantian Town has a lot of tourism resources, and the environment is not as good as that of places like Dali, Lijiang."
Big, not as good as..."
Before Sun Zheng could finish speaking, Jiang Siming raised his hand to interrupt.
"I don't agree with turning Nantian into a tourist attraction." Jiang Siming said bluntly.
Are you kidding me? It's a good thing for you that your hometown has become a tourist attraction.
Places like Lijiang and Dali have become tourist attractions, turning these originally simple, beautiful and natural places into a cornucopia of money.
Moreover, all kinds of tourists will come there every day, which will attract a lot of messy businesses, and then the whole place will become a scenic spot. It has been over-developed and over-utilized, and has long lost its original natural appearance.
Jiang Siming did not want Nantian to become like this, nor did he want his hometown to be trampled and destroyed by thousands of tourists.
Tourism waste is the most common. Many tourists throw fruit peel bottles and damage scenic spots’ buildings. Isn’t this kind of thing rare?
In addition, Nantian is Jiang Siming's hometown. As long as this word is spread, more strangers will definitely come to Nantian and harass his family.
Therefore, it is impossible for Jiang Siming to agree.
"It's a good thing that you want to improve your political performance, but there is really no need to turn it into a scenic spot. Why should Nantian be turned into a scenic spot when it is such a beautiful place? If you insist on making it, I will have no choice but to take our family to live somewhere else."
After Jiang Siming finished speaking, Sun Zheng's expression changed, and he hurriedly said: "Mr. Jiang, don't get me wrong, we are just a suggestion. We came here specifically to ask Mr. Jiang for your opinion, and we did not really confirm the implementation."
If the God of Wealth was forced to leave because of this policy, Sun Zheng would probably faint from tears.