Inside the state-run restaurant, the clamor of the crowd and the aroma of food mingled in the air.
Cheng Hai stood there, his eyes wide with a mix of anxiety and astonishment. Beads of sweat as large as peas rolled down his forehead, and his hands gripped the arms of Wang Jianguo and Hé Yǔshuǐ so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He was trembling slightly, his emotions clearly pushed to the breaking point.
Wang Jianguo, standing to one side, took in Cheng Hai’s reaction. He saw it as clearly as a mirror and instantly understood the reason. Cheng Hai had spent most of his life working diligently and living a simple, honest life in the village. That patch of yellow earth was his entire world, and the rustic rural lifestyle had left a deep, indelible mark on his soul. In his daily life, he prioritized practicality and frugality, often wishing he could split a single yuan into two to make it last longer.
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