Fisherwoman: After my divorce, I became rich by fishing at sea

The meal ended in a lively atmosphere, and at the same time, Fu Wan's trip to the capital was coming to an end.

The next morning, Fu Wan asked Qin Fu to help buy the evening train ticket, and she and Fu Ming went to visit Feng Ji with the local specialties they brought.

After Feng Ji returned to the capital, he lived and ate at the Cultural Relics Restoration Institute. There was access control at the institute, and after Fu Wan registered and the security department verified their identities, they were allowed in.

This cultural relic restoration site is located within the second ring road of Beijing. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary small courtyard. After entering, Fu Wan found that it is even bigger than her courtyard house.

"Awan!"

Fu Wan was looking around when she heard Feng Ji's shouting from not far away. Fu Wan looked over and waved to Feng Ji who was walking towards her quickly.

"Uncle Feng!"

"Hey, I was just casually saying it yesterday. Why are you here today and bringing so many things?"

Feng Ji started complaining as soon as he came up. Although he complained, the smile on his face never disappeared.

It was obvious that she was very happy about Fu Wan's arrival.

Hearing this, Fu Wan defended herself, "It's not like you said yesterday that I would come today, I had planned to come see you before.

Look, I even brought a lot of local specialties with me!"

Fu Wan raised the thing in her hand, and Feng Ji looked at the bulging bag, and the smile on his face became even bigger.

"Hey, there are so many things. Come on, let's go sit in the yard where I live!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a doubtful voice sounded not far away.

"Old Feng, why did you bring outsiders into the station? This is..."

The smile on Feng Ji's face faded, replaced by a look of disgust.

"What outsider? This is a young person from my family, who came to see me."

Fu Wan looked at the man curiously. He was about the same age as Feng Ji, with a chubby square face and wearing a pair of black-framed glasses.

He should be Feng Ji’s colleague.

"Junior? How come I've never heard that you have any juniors in the country?

Where did all these bags come from?"

The man asked doubtfully, Fu Wan frowned, and Feng Ji became even more impatient.

"You live by the sea, why are you so nosy? Xu Baoguo, if you're alright, hurry up and finalize your plan to repair the blood coral. We've been busy with you all night, and I'm tired even if you're not!"

Feng Ji's words showed no mercy at all, and the man's face turned black when he heard it.

He was not idle. He worked overtime all night and just came out to get some fresh air. But Feng Ji said it was as if he had been playing all night.

"Feng Ji, what you said is a bit too much!"

"Is that too much? If you don't come up with a plan this afternoon, I'll show you something even more outrageous."

Feng Ji rolled his eyes at the man, then turned around and called Fu Wan forward.

"Awan and Ming, let's go!"

"Hey, here we come!"

Fu Wan and Fu Ming responded and followed. Feng Ji lived not far away, about two hundred meters away from the gate of the restoration center.

But it’s not a loft, but a simple bungalow.

"Uncle Feng, did you guys not sleep all night last night?"

Fu Wan noticed the fatigue that could not be concealed on Feng Ji's face, and remembered what Feng Ji had just said, so she couldn't help but ask.

Feng Ji nodded and sighed.

"We haven't stopped working since the blood coral was shipped back yesterday afternoon. It's a little damaged, and the higher-ups asked us to repair it as soon as possible."

Restoring cultural relics is not an easy task. It requires restoring them to their original state without damaging the cultural relics.

However, their institute had never restored coral artifacts before. Feng Ji originally proposed a restoration plan based on past experience, but Xu Baoguo disagreed. So they spent the whole night looking through the information but found nothing.

He had to work overtime all night for no reason, so it would be a miracle if Feng Ji was nice to him.

It was already very polite not to greet Xu Baoguo's ancestors.

Feng Ji complained incessantly for a rare time, and Fu Wan and Fu Ming were also shocked when they heard it.

This is how it is when dealing with people. When working in a team, disagreements are even more serious.

"Forget it, why am I telling you all this? Anyway, the repair plan will be finalized by this afternoon at the latest. If they can't come up with a specific plan by then, they'll just have to follow mine."

Feng Ji rubbed his eyebrows and smiled.

"There are so many things. You must be exhausted after coming all this way here."

"Fortunately, there are many of us."

Fu Ming stepped forward to help open the snakeskin bag.

"Uncle Feng, these are all things from home. Awan said that since you haven't been back to the capital for so long, you must be missing the things from Longhai City.

Here, this is dried cuttlefish, and this is sun-dried shrimp..."

Fu Wan also helped take out the things in the bag. "Besides the food, there's also the backrest I brought from Longhai City. Uncle Feng, you can put it behind the chair to lean on when you're repairing cultural relics. Otherwise, your waist won't be able to bear it if you sit for a long time."

This backrest was specially made by Fu Wan at the request of an aunt in the village. It was originally made for Boss Fu. Boss Fu liked it very much, so Fu Wan bought a few more.

Feng Ji laughed so hard that his mouth almost reached the back of his head.

Xu Baoguo, who was peeking outside the door, was almost as jealous as a lemon.

Damn it, where did this old guy Feng Ji’s relatives come from, and why did they bring so many things to him!

Didn’t he say that his wife and children had all fled abroad? Where did these two young people come from?

He saw it clearly just now. The dried cuttlefish that Fu Ming took out was bigger than his face, and there was also a big bag of dried shrimps. He could smell the fragrance even from such a distance.

Few people know that Xu Baoguo’s favorite food in his life is seafood.

And in his eyes, Feng Ji's plan is actually feasible.

But before Feng Ji came, he was the most experienced person in the Institute of Cultural Relics Restoration and was admired by everyone. But Feng Ji was parachuted in and received the same treatment as him, and was even able to represent the institute at auctions, which made Xu Baoguo very unhappy.

That's why I opposed Feng Ji's plan yesterday.

But now, he has changed his mind. If Feng Ji invites him to taste these seafood together, he is not impossible to get along peacefully with Feng Ji.

If this old guy Feng Ji was sensible, he should be able to eat delicious cuttlefish at noon today, right?

Thinking of this, Xu Baoguo pushed his glasses and left the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

After staying up all night, he felt a little exhausted. It was just right for him to go back to sleep, have a delicious lunch when he woke up, and then go back to work!

Feng Ji had no idea what Xu Baoguo was planning. He looked at the bag of big cuttlefish and felt a little troubled.

He hasn't had time to eat lately, let alone cook.

When he was in Longhai City, he had to buy all his meals outside.

"Why don't you take the dried cuttlefish back home? I don't have time to make it here."

It would be a shame if such a good thing was spoiled in his hands.

Fu Wan had guessed early on that he couldn't cook for himself.

"It's okay. There's a kitchen in the Wenxiu Institute. You can take it to the kitchen and ask them to help you make it. If that doesn't work, you can ask the kitchen to cook it for everyone to eat together."

They all work for the country, so Fu Wan doesn't mind letting them taste her own seafood.

Feng Ji hesitated for two seconds and then nodded, "Alright, I'll take it later. Humph, these guys are getting a bargain!"