The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

At the entrance of Panpan Furniture Factory.

Fan Bingbing looked at the spacious and atmospheric porch, and was a little absent-minded for a while.

She had never seen the Xingxing Furniture Factory, which used to live in the village and developed insignificantly, but she had really seen the Mandifei Furniture Factory in Lanidu.

That is the place where high-end fake foreign brand furniture is produced.

But compared with Panpan Furniture Factory, they all fell behind.

After all, how can a small factory with a few acres of land compare with a large factory building of nearly a hundred acres?

While Fan Bingbing was feeling emotional, he heard an old man appearing from the window of the reception room in the factory, shouting from a long distance, "Hey, what are you doing?"

At this time, Fan Bingbing thought that he was new here, unfamiliar with the place, and had no personal introduction.

Looking back at the boss, Santana has already left.

He could only bite the bullet and stepped forward, saying flatteringly, "Master, I'm here to find Fan Weimin, he cooks here."

But when the concierge heard this, his attitude changed immediately: "You're looking for Lao Fan, come in quickly, he's busy in the cafeteria." Then he asked: "By the way, you got off the boss' car, right?"

Fan Bingbing nodded again and again: "Yeah, I took the boss's special car back."

The concierge was not surprised at all, he waved his hand and said, "Go in quickly, you will reach the cafeteria on the right hand side."

"Thank you, sir."

After saying thanks, Fan Bingbing walked along the newly laid asphalt road in the factory.

Bypassing the three-story building in the middle, several super-large factory buildings appeared before the eyes, and the one with the most heat was naturally the canteen and back kitchen of the factory.

It can't be wrong.

But in contrast, the rumbling and busy sounds from the factory still shocked Fan Bingbing secretly.

Push open the door of the cafeteria.

It was empty inside, but at the place connected to the kitchen, several people were sitting on the stools, hunched over and choosing vegetables.

In the back kitchen, there was a chef wearing a white apron, holding a large spoon in his hand, and was patrolling back and forth.

Fan Bingbing's eyes couldn't help getting moist.

The father and mother who blurted out were dumb in their throats and didn't call out at all.

In the end, Chef Ge's mother-in-law looked back and said, "Then whose daughter is so handsome!"

The old daughter-in-law Fan raised her head when she heard the words, she froze there immediately, and murmured: "Bingbing, Bingbing, is that you?"

Fan Bingbing didn't even bother to carry his luggage, so he walked quickly a few steps over, cleared his throat, and then called out: "Dad, Mom!"

Fan Weimin threw the spoon, and the hook rushed out.

While rushing, he wiped left and right on the apron with his hand, and when he wiped it in front of him, he realized that he couldn't do anything, so he could only smile: "I'm back, are you hungry? Dad will make you hand-rolled noodles!"

Father as a mountain.

Fan Bingbing threw herself into the arms of old Fan's daughter-in-law, crying heartily.

Next to her, Chef Ge's mother-in-law still looked puzzled: "It's a good thing to come back from part-time work, why is this girl crying?"

Chef Ge reprimanded: "You know what a fart!"

The Ge family's mother-in-law didn't hesitate at all: "I don't understand, you understand!"

Fortunately, old Fan's daughter-in-law quickly calmed down, pulled her daughter and said, "This is your Uncle Ge and Aunt Wang."

Fan Bingbing called out quickly: "Uncle Ge, Aunt Wang."

Old Fan's daughter-in-law then asked: "How did you come back? Why didn't you tell me or your father, and asked your father to pick you up."

Fan Bingbing said in a low voice: "I came back with a lift from the boss, and sat directly at the factory gate."

The old Fan's daughter-in-law immediately said cheerfully: "No wonder," and then explained to the Ge family: "My daughter is working with the boss in Shanghai."

Chef Ge's wife immediately said in awe: "Wow, working with the boss is incredible."

Chef Ge took the opportunity to ask: "I heard that the boss still has two factories in Shanghai, is this true or not?"

Fan Bingbing nodded slightly.

Chef Ge sighed: "The boss has made a lot of money."

"Isn't that right!" Old Fan's daughter-in-law said, "Our Panpan furniture factory alone is still in short supply."

"Back then," Chef Ge said, lighting a cigarette, "When the boss got married, his family was so poor! Now that the small building is living in it, it is said that it is as warm as spring inside, so you don't need to wear a padded jacket."

If you live in a building and I live in a bungalow, you will be happier than me.

The happiness of rural people is so plain and simple.

Soon, a steaming big row of hand-rolled noodles was served, and a poached egg lay under the big row.

Fan Bingbing was already hungry.

As soon as he picked up the chopsticks, he was about to shove the noodles into his mouth, so scared that Lao Fan stopped him quickly: "Slow down, it's hot!"

Instead, the daughter-in-law complained: "Can't you wait for it to cool down before serving it to your daughter?"

Fan Bingbing picked up his face, let it cool down, interrupted and asked: "Father, are you all right now?"

Fan Weimin's face was flushed, and he spread his hands: "Thanks to Boss Wu, I feel alive again. You have to work hard with Boss Wu. He is a real capable person. Not only can he make money, but he can also keep it."

"I know, Dad."

"Eat quickly."

At the same time, Wu's small building.

Wu Yuan and his daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan also ate hand-rolled noodles.

Liu Hui's cooking skills are not as good as Chef Fan's.

But she used the newly made soy beans this year, fried sauce with shredded pork, and poured it on the hand-rolled noodles, which has a unique flavor of Beigang.

Wu Yuan ate so deliciously that he didn't have time to talk.

Yang Luoyan clicked his tongue and said, "Mom, these soy beans are so delicious, where did they come from?"

Liu Hui said disapprovingly, "For the New Year's Eve, who doesn't make some sauced beans, tofu, steamed buns, etc.?"

Yang Luoyan stuck out her tongue, not daring to continue.

Just keep your head down and eat noodles.

After the couple finished eating, Yang Luoyan was about to clean up.

Lin Miaomiao arrived, followed by Zhao Baojun, who was sweating profusely with a hand on his shoulders.

As soon as he entered, Lin Miaomiao yelled, "I'm so hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

Wu Yuan hiccupped and said, "Your second aunt didn't let you eat?"

"Stay," Lin Miaomiao said casually, "but I'm not used to eating at Second Aunt's house."

This point follows Wu Yuan.

Yang Luoyan got up and said: "It happens that there is still a lot of pork shredded sauce, I will serve you a bowl of dried noodles soon."

Lin Miaomiao behaved well when she got the advantage, "Thank you, aunt, it's better to be aunt!"

Turning around, he took the two children from Liu Hui's hands, and played with them on their laps for a while.

After returning it to Liu Hui, both children had bracelets tied with red strings and a golden gourd hanging from them.

Liu Hui took a look: "Hey, this pure gold one can get a lot of money, right?"

Lin Miaomiao concealed: "Cousin, the small New Year's gift my cousin bought for the child doesn't cost much."

One sentence coaxed Liu Hui to smile.

Now I am happier buying things for the two children than buying things for her.

However, with one word from Wu Yuan, the eldest niece, who had swollen her face and pretended to be fat, was brought back to her original form.

"Okay, since you can't spend a lot of money, every year in the future can't be worse than this year. It must be better every year!"

Lin Miaomiao collapsed immediately: "Huh?"

Two gold gourds are more than three grams of pure gold, worth a lot of money.

Zhao Baojun chuckled: "Don't worry, I'm here. I'll work hard to make money in the future, and I promise not to let you lose face in front of the two children."