The closer the voting meeting approached, the more anxious Zhao Yang became.
After all, he was still a young man who took success and failure perhaps too seriously.
He kept thinking, what if Li Xingkui got re-elected again? What the hell would he do then?
Not to mention he'd be ruthlessly targeted, Zhao Yang's pride would also take a massive hit.
Now, who in the village didn't know that Zhao Yang wanted to pull Li Xingkui off his horse?
Zhao Yang sat cross-legged on the kang bed and took a sip of century egg and lean pork congee.
"How does it taste?" Zhang Xiuer's clear eyes landed on Zhao Yang's face, full of anticipation.
"Wow, it tastes so good!"
Zhao Yang exclaimed loudly, feeling as if the congee he tasted was like an exquisite delicacy from heaven. In an instant, all the anxiety in his heart seemed to vanish. There was a saying, wasn't there, that the only thing one must never let down is good food!
