If Wang Gen Sheng and Chen Juan have nothing to do, why not everyone go buy some buns together? Chen Huihong believes in Chen Huixi’s self-control and is sure she will finish her homework before playing on the tablet.
Uncle Wang thought this suggestion was great, so the three of them, who were originally going to the supermarket to buy daily necessities, detoured to line up at Huang Ji.
While in line, they ran into Xu Tuqiang, Grandpa Qian, Grandma Ding, and a whole series of familiar faces.
Even Uncle Wang got confused, almost wanting to pull out his phone to call Qu Jing to ask if getting forgetful in old age easily leads to hallucinations, wondering how he was staying well in Gusu, yet it felt like he returned to Shan City.
And they’re all rushing for the same buns. (Uncle Wang didn’t know that the buns and steamed buns at this time were made by Zheng Da and Zheng Siyuan)
What’s so special about Gusu? Why is everyone flocking here!
After some conversation, hotel-staying people like Xu Tuqiang found out that renting a house in the district is such a good choice and immediately contacted agents to rent a place.
The agent looked at the crowd of old men and women and almost thought they were dreaming back to the days many years ago when selling houses, where the real estate speculators were also a group of old men and women, who would buy a house whenever they saw a good location.
Now, this group of old folks sees a good location, and if there’s a house available, they rent it.
When Chen Huihong was previously in Yunzhong District, she would often initiate group buys for cherries, durians, rice, noodles, and oil, whether there was a reason to or not. Now, seeing familiar people in a strange place, Chen Huihong felt she was still capable, directly starting a group for smart home renovations.
At this moment, someone might say, isn’t it a waste of money to renovate a rented house?
Indeed, that’s what Chen Huihong thought too, so after moving in, she spent two days convincing the landlord with heartfelt emotion and reason, eventually buying the house.
Hearing that Qin Huai would come to Huang Ji for some time again in September, the members of the group immediately expressed that the picturesque scenery and suitable climate of Gusu make it a perfect holiday destination in September, and buying a house close to Huang Ji is a vacation necessity.
The rental group transformed into a buying group.
Nearly drove the property prices in the small district up.
So many house transactions happening suddenly in an old district alarmed the nearby residents to quickly inquire if the area was going to undergo redevelopment, otherwise why so many people suddenly buy houses here.
The houses here are subpar, the property management is subpar, it’s an old district with old houses and old areas. The subway doesn’t reach here, public transport is inconvenient, and there have been frequent traffic jams nearby lately, with no benefits other than being close to Huang Ji.
Being close to Huang Ji is not necessarily an advantage; it’s too tempting. A month’s pension is limited, and sometimes if you can’t resist and go in, that month’s savings go to waste.
Now there’s no worry in that regard; even if you can’t resist, you can’t enter. The queue at Huang Ji is so long that people like Qian Zhongheng, who can’t sleep at night, get up at 5 am to line up outside Huang Ji, and by noon it becomes a perfect excuse to have lunch. It’s just fooling themselves.
The elderly formed groups, moved into the district with their bags, and started the daily routine of lining up for buns with small stools every morning.
As for how Xu Tuqiang, Grandpa Qian, and Grandma Ding made it into the dining lineup...
Because what Huang Shengli reserved for Qu Jing was a 14-person private room.
Over these few days, Qu Jing was working and resting normally, and Chen Huihong happened to join a group video call that Qu Jing initiated, chatting with Chen Huihong and Luo Jun.
The conversations of these three spirits mostly revolved around three other spirits. Since there was less to chat about Gong Liang and Cheng Gong, the focus was actually on Wang Gen Sheng.
As they chatted, Qu Jing suddenly thought of inviting Wang Gen Sheng and Chen Juan to join for a meal, considering there were many empty seats in the dining room on Sundays.
Back when her life in the human world wasn’t going well, a kind spirit helped her by sending some tasty snacks. Now that she can eat well, it’s only right to pull others along, letting Uncle Wang enjoy something good too.
That’s how Wang Gen Sheng and Chen Juan luckily joined the dinner party.
Uncle Wang, who has been upright, fair, and honest all these years, and never lies, couldn’t resist boasting.
To achieve wealth without returning home is like walking in fancy clothes at night.
If he doesn’t post on social media about eating at a Huang Ji private room, doesn’t that meal go to waste?
Of course, Uncle Wang is also rational.
He didn’t understand why Qu Jing invited him. He knows that if people were picked just from the morning run old men’s group, he has no advantages over others.
Xu Tuqiang, Grandpa Qian, and Qu Jing have pretty good relationships as well. Before Qin Huai came to Huang Ji, Qu Jing would go to Yunzhong Restaurant for breakfast in the morning, and Xu Tuqiang and Grandpa Qian would save the best spot at table 9, closest to the window, for her, reflecting their undisputed relationship.
Director Ding and Qu Jing share a good relationship too. As an experienced kindergarten director, Grandma Ding is excellent at greeting juniors, and when sending locust flower honey to Qin Huai, she’d occasionally bring a jar of regular honey for Qu Jing, hoping she’d speak favorably of her to Qin Huai.
With many children at home, they can finish countless bags of Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns, a few bags aren’t too few and ten or eight isn’t too many.
Uncle Wang’s rationality prevented him from boasting on social media before the event, not celebrating with champagne mid-way. And he didn’t flaunt it in the group as too many people create opponents easily.
But he couldn’t hold back while chatting privately with Xu Tuqiang and boasted.
Hearing that even Wang Gen Sheng got a private feast in Gusu, Xu Tuqiang felt like the sky was falling.