I have a deep mountain

Chapter 88 Fighting
When Li Fuqiang heard that his wife Chen Qingjuan asked him to go to Han Dong to ease the relationship, he felt very reluctant. He didn't raise Han Dong well at the beginning. In fact, he felt a little guilty in his heart. He was helpless and afraid of his wife. I can't afford my son's living expenses.

Now seeing that his son is promising, he licks his old face to ask for recognition, which is too shameless.

Seeing that Li Fugui hadn't spoken for a long time, Chen Qingjuan stared at him with a very displeased tone:

"Li Fugui! Are you going or not?"

Li Fugui seldom disobeyed his wife, but this time, he was really ashamed to go to Han Dong again.

"No... I don't want to go." Li Fugui replied in a low voice, and then gave Chen Qingjuan a cowardly look.

Chen Qingjuan sneered: "Hey, you've got fat, don't you dare not listen to my words, see if I don't take care of you today!"

After speaking, Chen Qingjuan raised her foot and took her own slippers, and skillfully patted Li Fugui hard.It seems that Chen Qingjuan often used domestic violence against Li Fugui.

Not all domestic violence is male perpetrators, and many naturally cowardly men are often victims too.Li Fugui was like this, he was cowardly and indecisive by nature, while Chen Qingjuan was hot-tempered and direct.

When they first met, they were attracted by their complementary personalities. After they got married, this huge difference in personalities created a high-pressure family environment.

Li Fuqiang's shoulders, buttocks, and legs were slapped red by the slippers. After being beaten so badly, he had no choice but to agree to Chen Qingjuan's going to find Han Dong to ease the relationship.

"It's so cheap, I can't do without a beating. Tell me! When will I ask him for alimony!" Chen Qingjuan said fiercely.

Li Fugui glanced at Chen Qingjuan, and said submissively:
"In two days, I will go in two days."

"Pass your mother! Let me go tomorrow! I'll let Li Wenbin go with you, or don't come back until the pension is paid!" Chen Qingjuan picked up the slippers and pretended to hit him again.

Li Fugui covered his head with both hands, and said repeatedly: "Okay...okay!"

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the next day.

The business of the hot pot restaurant is watched by Huzi, so Han Dong doesn't guard the restaurant anymore, but spends more time on the private kitchen restaurant.

Han Dong returned the rented house in the county and moved into the courtyard of the restaurant by himself. The second floor of the main building in the courtyard is very spacious, more than enough for Han Dong to live alone.

Han Dong didn't buy a car himself, and Huzi was busy with the hot pot restaurant, so Han Dong had to ask Brother Qiang Xiaomei and his wife to help with the moving.

After moving home, Han Dong brewed a pot of tea and poured it for the two of them.

"Brother Qiang, Miss Xiaomei, thank you for your hard work this time!"

Brother Qiang said with a smile: "It's not hard work, it's just your little thing, and it can be moved in two strokes."

Xiaomei said: "If you really want to thank us, please invite us to dinner in your new house tonight."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Brother Qiang also echoed.

Xiaomei and Brother Qiang have always been thinking about Han Dong's cooking skills. Since Han Dong went to Beijing to participate in the competition, they haven't eaten food made by Han Dong for a long time.

In order to satisfy their greed, the two of them often go to Han Dong's self-service hot pot restaurant these days. There is no way, there are too few delicious things in the county.However, eating hot pot every day is not enough, especially when you know you are wrong when you are on a tuba.

Han Dong smiled and said cheerfully:
"Well, that's fine! While I'm moving today, call Huzi in the afternoon, and I'll take grandma and grandpa over and cook a table for you all!"

"Great!" Brother Qiang and Xiaomei said in unison.

They are really greedy for Han Dong's food, this is a real national chef champion.

In the afternoon, Han Dong brought grandma and grandpa over.

The two old people were in a good mood, so they wandered around the restaurant on the first floor.

After looking around, grandma Chen Sumei said:

"Xiaodong, do you think there are too few tables here? I counted, and there are only four tables inside and outside. If there are more guests, there will be no room for you to sit."

"That's right, it doesn't feel like a restaurant." Grandpa Han Qingguo also said.

Han Dong was a head and a half taller than grandma, he bowed his waist slightly and hugged grandma's shoulders, and said with a smile:
"Grandma, grandpa, this is a private restaurant. It's not the usual restaurant. I don't need to entertain many guests. I plan to take one or two tables of guests every day."

Han Qingguo was a little surprised and said, "There are only one or two tables of guests, so how do you make money?"

"If you charge a higher price, you can make money." Han Dong smiled.

Chen Sumei asked repeatedly: "Xiaodong, grandma knows that the dishes you cook are delicious and can be sold at a high price, but we are a small county, how much do you plan to charge for a table?"

Han Dong thought for a while and replied, "Let's order a dish for 300 yuan first."

Han Qingguo and Chen Sumei were surprised when they heard this.

Han Qingguo: "Xiaodong, isn't the price too expensive? Although you are a champion chef now, I'm afraid...no one in our county is willing to spend this money, right?"

Before Han Dong could speak, Brother Qiang interrupted and said:

"Whoever said that people in our county are reluctant, we are willing!"

Xiaomei smiled and said, "Grandpa and grandma, there are many rich people now, most of the private kitchen restaurants charge quite high fees, and in some big cities, there are many more expensive than Boss Han's charges."

"But this is not a big city." Chen Sumei was still very worried that Han Dong would lose money.

"The transportation is so convenient now, and the Hecheng Airport is not far from our county seat. With Boss Han's craftsmanship, those rich people are very willing to fly to eat." Xiaomei continued to explain patiently.

"By plane to eat?" Han Qingguo was surprised again.

Chen Sumei and Han Qingguo, who had never been out of the province or taken a plane in their entire life, couldn't believe that there were people who would come here by plane just to have a meal.

Poverty limits the imagination of the two old men.

"Xiaodong, is what she said true?" Chen Sumei looked at Han Dong, she was more willing to believe her grandson than others.

Han Dong smiled and nodded towards Chen Sumei, then said:

"Grandma, grandpa, don't worry about it. Even if the business of this restaurant is really bad, I still have a hot pot restaurant to make money."

Chen Sumei and Han Qingguo felt relieved when they thought that their grandson still had a hot pot restaurant with a thriving business.

After visiting the restaurant, the two old people began to visit Han Dong's house on the second floor.

Han Dong had just tidied up his bedroom. Fortunately, he didn't have many things, and the whole room looked clean and simple. The two old men were nagging to buy some furniture and appliances for Han Dong, but Han Dong kept saying no.

Not long ago, Han Dong gave each of them 1 yuan, but the two old people didn’t move a penny. After seeing how little things Han Dong’s room had, the two old people decided to secretly buy some furniture and appliances for their grandson tomorrow.

After the visit, Han Dong prepared to cook dinner.

He called Huzi and planned to ask him to come over for dinner later.However, the phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Han Dong had no choice but to call the hot pot restaurant.

When the phone rang, the waiter answered it.

"Hi, Xiao He, I'm Han Dong, is your shop manager here?"

"Boss Han, the store manager got into a fight with someone, and he is in the police station now! We are all worried, but no one has your phone number."

"What's going on?" Han Dong asked anxiously.

"Two people came to the store today, one old and one young. They said they came to see you, and the young man said you..."

"What else did you say?"

"It also said that you are the son of that old man, that you are not filial, and that you don't care about the sick father's life or death."

Han Dong's heart sank, and he had a vague premonition.

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(End of this chapter)