After the annual meeting, all regional managers, agents, store managers, and chefs stayed, and Lao Tan conducted a three-day closed training for them.
Training is tiring, especially closed training. From eight in the morning to nine in the evening, except for the three-hour meal break at noon and evening, the remaining ten hours are non-stop lectures and exercises. Not only do you have to concentrate,
Moreover, my mind was always in a state of high tension and activity. For three days, my mouth was dry, my voice was hoarse, and my legs were swollen. It was a severe test for my body.
Fortunately, the senior executives gained a lot. The three days were not in vain. They all learned a lot, and their thinking and structure were greatly improved.
Lao Tan returned to where he lived and opened the door. The room was warm and there was a warm atmosphere.
Yaru saw him coming in and said, "You're back. Didn't you tell me to eat there?"
"The flight is at 11 o'clock. I'm busy leaving." Lao Tan said as he took off his coat, changed into slippers, sat down on the sofa, and then closed his eyes.
"I'm so tired--" Yaru brought the brewed tea to the coffee table, "Drink some water and take a break to eat. I brought dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage, soy sauce beef, and dried tofu from the store."
"Okay, is there any wine?"
"I can't forget your wine——"
Lao Tan opened his eyes with a smile and said: "Drink some wine to relax your muscles and activate your blood circulation, and you will sleep well."
"Should you take a shower or eat first?" Yaru asked.
"Take a shower first, and you should stop moving after eating." Lao Tan said.
Lao Tan went into the bathroom to take a shower, and Yaru went to the kitchen to cook dumplings and hot dishes. At this time, Gu Yi opened the door and came in, asking Lao Tan to borrow the air conditioner remote control, but her remote control could not be found again.
Yaru handed him the remote control and asked him if he wanted to eat dumplings. He couldn't tell and went back to sleep. Lao Tan had been tormented for the past three days.
"Old Tan has been tired for the past two days. I see his legs are swollen. Please give him a massage." Gu Yi said.
Yaru hummed and her face turned a little red.
"It's too late today, otherwise I would take him to take a bath."
“That place is good for massage.”
Gu Yi felt that he had talked too much, so he stopped talking, took the remote control and left.
Lao Tan came out after taking a shower. Yaru cooked the dumplings and heated the dishes. They took them out and put them on the table.
Lao Tan sat down and poured a glass of wine first, then looked at Yaru and poured her a glass too.
The two were chatting while eating. Lao Tan thought of Qiao Shan's cousin sister-in-law and asked, "How is Mr. Qiao's sister-in-law doing now?"
"The stews are selling well, and I'm very happy to do it. I went over there after finishing the work in the central kitchen, and we are not together. I heard that we are very close to Erden recently," Yaru said.
"Really? It's impossible, right?" Lao Tan asked.
"What's impossible? Erdun is alone and she's crazy. It's normal for us to be friends together. Who cares about this?" Yaru said.
"Don't she have an old man?"
"What's wrong with an old man, but he can't make friends anymore? The old man can't control her if she looks like that."
Lao Tan smiled, took a sip of wine, and then asked: "How does Ami sing?"
"It's very good. We don't sing every day, but only on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. The customers like it very much, and some tip them as much as 100 yuan." Yaru said.
"It's mainly the disabled people who are in wheelchairs, and people sympathize with them," Lao Tan said.
"It has something to do with it--but her singing is really nice and clean."
"Yes, it doesn't sound like that mess - Erdun, are you still singing along?"
"Sometimes I sing." Yaru said, "Our family is very busy on weekends, and he doesn't have time. The vegetables are still fried."
"Actually, he has talent in singing, but it was delayed." Lao Tan said with some regret.
"Hey, there is no need to delay. No one knows what they are doing. I never thought about making noodles, but I have done it now." Yaru said and smiled.
The sound of cars came from the yard. It was Li Shuang and Xiao Gao who had just sent Zhang Li and the others to the airport.
The couple saw the lights on in Master's room and walked in.
"Come back so soon?" Lao Tan asked.
"That's not too fast. They and their companions will come back as soon as they arrive at the place." Li Shuang said, picking up a dumpling and putting it in his mouth.
Yaru got up and went to the kitchen to get dishes and chopsticks.
Li Shuang then poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, smacked his lips, and said with great taste: "The wine we make ourselves is better, and the alcohol content is not too high."
"That's what all the wine men say." Xiao Gao objected to his wife drinking, but he had no status in the family, so what he said didn't count, so he could only verbally attack her.
Li Shuang ignored him and said directly to Lao Tan: "Master, he said you were drunk."
Old Tan laughed.
"I didn't say master, I meant you." Xiao Gao explained.
"I think you're a coward—" Li Shuang played a long tune, meaning he was waiting to go home.
With the couple joining in, the food was quickly cleared. After the couple finished eating and left, Yaru cleared away the dishes and washed them, then asked Lao Tan to lie down on the bed and sat on the edge of the bed to massage his thighs.
In this scene, the two of them look very much like a couple.
Yaru didn't feel it at first and pressed it naturally. After a while, she felt it, so her face felt a little hot. Fortunately, Lao Tan was lying on his stomach and couldn't see it.
She was rubbing Lao Tan's calf, her technique was very gentle, like kneading dumpling noodles, and Lao Tan let out a comfortable moan as she rubbed it.
"Go find a bathhouse tomorrow and take a hot bath, and then ask someone to massage it carefully. It's all swollen, and every time you massage it, there will be a hole." Yaru said.
"Bathing is not as good as yours -" Lao Tan said while lying on his stomach.
"Haha, to be honest, that lady is so good at massaging and she's so beautiful."
"I don't like it. If cupping is okay, I'll risk the wind."
"We don't have a pot at home, if we have one we can do it for you."
"I'll go to the pharmacy to buy a set tomorrow."
"When I bought it, I thought about the alcohol cotton, so that it can be used on fire," Yaru said.
"Um------"
Yaru pressed one leg and switched to the other. This was the left leg that had been injured. The reddish-brown winding scar on the calf was like a thick earthworm. It was eye-catching and shocking, and it hurt just looking at it.
Yaru's hand gently touched the scar, and the thick earthworm 20 centimeters long seemed to be alive and beating with life under the warm touch.
She pressed it gently, and the scene when she took care of Lao Tan appeared in front of her eyes: wiping his body, washing his face, and supporting him to exercise in the community. She used her as a crutch, and he could not take care of himself without her.
What she did was what a wife should do, but the relationship between him and Lin Yan had never been good, and their relationship had reached its lowest point. In addition, Lin Yan couldn't get through it because he was out of town, so she acted as his wife.
wife?
The sudden popping up of these two words made her stop her hands and she was stunned for a while.
Have you ever thought about being his wife?
Thought about it.
Isn’t that what you want when you fall in love? Marry him, live a good life together, and never be separated for the rest of your life--but the first love of girlhood is easily lost, who can you blame? You can only blame yourself.
At first I had no idea and didn’t understand anything.
She shook her head helplessly, regained her composure and continued to hold it, thinking in her heart: If she would not listen to her parents now, she would marry him and become his wife.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on her lips. She looked back at Lao Tan a little shyly and with a guilty conscience.
Our happy old Tan was very happy, lying there and snoring sweetly------(To be continued)