Chapter 565: Diary of a Serious Person
"If we prepare seafood now, it will become smelly by the time the day comes, right?" Chen Guobiao was puzzled.

“He has the equipment at home.”

"Haven't you heard from the villagers that recently people often drive cars to the village to eat seafood at his house?"

"I don't know how this guy did it, but he has such a wide network of contacts," said Chen Kaiming.

"Oh, you know my wife doesn't like to hang out."

"I don't have time to listen to that. I have enough work to do in the village and on the farm every day."

Chen Guobiao complained helplessly.

People who don't like to listen to gossip will naturally lag behind in receiving information.

Chen Hui stopped drinking tea.

He put down the cup and said to Chen Guobiao with a smile: "Uncle Guobiao, what does Aunt Hongxia usually do at home?"

"Work, there is always room for improvement in the housework," said Chen Guobiao.

"Oh! Oh oh oh!" Chen Hui continued to drink tea.

Chen Hui's half-finished words made Chen Guobiao feel extremely uncomfortable.

He knocked on the table in front of Chen Hui and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you suddenly asking about me?"

"Didn't the village chief just say that people often come to my house for dinner?"

"Wen Jing and I are a bit overwhelmed, so we wanted to find someone to help."

"I think Aunt Hongxia is a good fit. She's not a nagging person, doesn't gossip, and is efficient." Chen Hui said.

"I don't think it's a big deal. If you need any help, just call me."

"But sometimes there is a lot of work to do at home, so I may not be free."

Chen Guobiao agreed very readily.

"This is a long-term thing. I thought I would pay Aunt Hongxia five dollars per session."

"I need Aunt Hongxia to put things here first. She must be available on the day I need her help."

"I will also tell you a few days in advance so that Auntie can arrange the time and won't show up out of the blue."

After all, this is a long-term thing and we are all from the same village.

Make it clear what you mean, good or bad, all at once to avoid confusion later.

Chen Hui carefully stated his requirements and treatment.

When he heard that there was five dollars, Chen Guobiao's eyes lit up.

He was embarrassed to show his dignity too obviously because of his job in the village.

After taking a sip of tea, he smiled and said, "We are all from the same village, why are you giving me money? If you tell others about it, people will laugh at you, right?"

"If it happens once or twice, it's normal for villagers to help each other."

"If it's long-term, then you should pay me."

Chen Kaiming knows Chen Guobiao very well.

Naturally, he gave him a way out and just asked Chen Hui: "Is five dollars too much? Five dollars a day, that's enough for a month."

Chen Hui waved his hands quickly, "It's not five dollars a day, five dollars once, it's only two or three times a month."

"What should I do? My wife has a bad temper and is not very good at socializing." Chen Guobiao was a little unconfident.

Guo Hongxia's personality, if put into context a dozen years later, would be a typical example of social phobia and laziness.

If they have to socialize with you, they will chat and joke with you intimately, but they will never take the initiative to socialize.

In an age where people rely on social connections to survive, this kind of character is still a disadvantage.

“No need to socialize, just do some preparation before starting.”

"Help wash and cut vegetables, light the fire and the stove, etc. Once the preparations are done, she can go home."

"Wait until the guests have finished their meal and left, then come over and help wash the dishes and clean up."

Just do your work and don't have to deal with strangers.

This is tailor-made work.

Chen Guobiao's face almost turned into a flower when he heard Chen Hui's words.

He nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, okay, I've promised my wife about this. If you need it, just come and tell her in advance."

"Okay! Then I'll go back first and see if there's anything else I can do."

Chen Hui said as he stood up.

Chen Kaiming nodded and motioned for him to go first.

Chen Guobiao and I continued to study the autumn harvest. This summer, there was not enough rain and there was a big typhoon, so the harvest in the village was also a big deal.

When Chen Hui walked out of the village, he ran into the clerk head-on.

"Chen Hui, are you here to see the village chief? Or A Biao?"

"You seem to be in a good mood. What good news is there?" the clerk greeted with a smile.

"Things we want to do are either already agreed upon or have some signs of happening, but they are not always good things that make us happy."

Chen Hui finished speaking with a smile.

Without waiting for the clerk to ask any further questions, he slipped away.

After returning to my house, I walked around the first floor and then went up to the second floor.

Sort the old books that were brought back yesterday according to their newness and content.

Place the books on the bookshelf one by one.

I took out the notebook that I hadn't finished writing at school, looked around the house, but couldn't find a pen.

"Hey! I'm not as good as that little brat An Wenyi."

Chen Hui complained about himself.

He brushed the dust off his hands and went out, borrowing a pencil from Chen Xiaoming's house.

Sitting at the square table in the hall on the second floor.

Write, draw and plan.

The muntjac kept in Lin Jiao's home is already of similar size. If they keep it any longer, it will only grow old but not bigger.

This time it just happened to come in handy.

This is a male muntjac, and the muntjac whip can be sold to Huang Shuqing.

"It's a good deal for him. His wish came true so quickly."

Chen Hui muttered to himself and wrote the plan in his notebook.

What you can get when you go out to sea is entirely up to fate, so you must prepare a plan to get it no matter what.

Chen Hui had already thought about this.

He Juanjuan also helped to buy most of the necessary seasonings.

With these two plans, I can bring back a delicious dish this time I go out to sea.

Add two regular green vegetables and a few of the village's specialties, and the table will look great.

Chen Hui lowered his head and wrote two more words on the notebook.

"Give me some more special village dishes to garnish it."

Chen Hui muttered to himself and started to think again.

Wang Hongmei’s mixed fern dish is a local specialty in the village. Go there and order a small plate of it to whet your appetite.

Guo Hongxia’s pickled seaweed is well made, slightly salty with a sweet aftertaste, you can try some.

Jinfeng’s cold-mixed dried eggplant is the most delicious in the village.

Golden Phoenix Chen Xiangdong, beep beep beep
Thinking of his uncle's family, Chen Hui remembered the Zuan language that he hadn't used for decades.

When the time comes, just ask Chen Xiaoqiao to run errands and get the eggplants.

The village chief's son's reputation is still quite useful in the village.

Chen Hui wrote down a rough plan and was quite satisfied after reading it.

Pick up the pen and write the date, weather and mood on the first blank line.

Who says serious people don’t keep diaries?

A serious person writes a serious diary!

Chen Hui placed the notebook horizontally on top of the book, so that he could just write when he needed to add something without having to look for it specifically.

"Brother-in-law! Are you up yet?"

"Mom asked me to call you to go to the store. She has to go cook lunch!"

An Wenyi shouted loudly as he walked in.

Chen Hui glanced at the time on his watch. It was already a little after eleven o'clock.

"I'm coming!"

(End of this chapter)