After listening to Qian Xiaoshu's story about putting the sack on, Sun Aimin's mood finally improved a little. So he suddenly had an urge to cook a delicious dish for his son himself.

He went to discuss with the lady boss who was in charge of the cashier: "Madam boss, can I borrow the kitchen and make a dish myself?"

The restaurant has never encountered a customer who made such a request. Moreover, their restaurant has always had good business, which is mainly due to the good chef's skills and the reasonable prices of various dishes, which have a good reputation in the local area.

The proprietress looked Sun Aimin up and down and said, "The food in our restaurant tastes very good. If you don't like it, you don't have to eat here. The kitchen is such an important place, not everyone can enter!"

Although the proprietress didn't say it explicitly, her implication was very clear. She was worried that Sun Aimin had ulterior motives and would do something bad after entering the kitchen.

Sun Aimin, who has been working in the kitchen, naturally understood this principle, so he no longer forced her to do so. He could only wait until he got home and find an opportunity to cook for his son.

After a few people ordered their dishes, they waited for a short while before the dishes were served one by one.

Wu Xing ordered a dish of fish-flavored eggplant, and Zhao Hongjun ordered a dish of three fresh vegetables. They each had a bowl of rice. These were relatively inexpensive dishes. Since they were often away from home looking after their children, they often ate cheaply to save money.

The dishes ordered by Sun Aimin included sweet and sour fish and pine nut corn, which are popular among children, as well as boiled pork slices, and two bowls of rice.

After all the dishes were served, Sun Aimin pushed them to the middle of the table and invited Wu Xing and Zhao Hongjun to eat together.

The two men felt a little embarrassed, thinking that they were taking advantage of Sun Aimin.

Sun Aimin said with a laugh, "We are now friends who have been through thick and thin together, so there's no need to be so polite. To be honest, I'm a cook myself. I was planning to use the kitchen to cook a couple of dishes, but it didn't work out. If I have the chance to go to Qingyang in the future, I'll show you my cooking skills."

Hearing that Sun Aimin was a chef, Wu Xing asked, "Brother Sun, are you working for someone else or running your own shop? You don't look like a chef..."

Sun Aimin smiled and said, "To be honest, any stranger wouldn't believe me if they heard I was a chef, but that's the truth. Even though I'm only in my early thirties, I've been learning cooking for over twenty years. It can be considered a skill passed down from my ancestors!"

After hearing what Sun Aimin said, the two of them immediately became interested and asked, "Where is your shop in Qingyang City? I must go and try it if I have the chance in the future."

Sun Aimin said truthfully, "I used to be a chef at a big hotel, but due to some family issues, I'm no longer working there. I don't have any specific plans for what I'm going to do in the future."

These matters still need to be considered in the long term. At least we need to finish this matter before considering the next step."

Wu Xing and Zhao Hongjun felt a little disappointed when they heard this answer. Zhao Hongjun took out a piece of paper and pen from his pocket, wrote down his home phone number, and said to Sun Aimin, "Let's exchange our contact information so we can keep in touch. Who knows, we might have to team up to fight monsters again someday!"

Afterwards, Wu Xing and Sun Aimin wrote down each other's phone numbers so that they could keep in touch in the future.

Sun Aimin thought he might have to move, so he left his sister-in-law Yuan Rui's phone number.

Several people ate and chatted, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

After dinner, a few people found a bar nearby to talk and called home to report their safety. The scene became lively.

Especially on Zhao Hongjun's side, everyone could hear his wife Li Jing's excited cheers through the receiver: "Have you really found your son? Are you sure it's really our son?"

Zhao Hongjun replied helplessly: "Sure, sure, this time it really is our son!"

Li Jing, who had the loud voice of a rural woman, received a clear answer and said, "Then give the phone to my son. I'll talk to him!"

Then she shouted the name of their five-year-old daughter: "Jia Jia, be quiet, mommy wants to talk to her brother, and her brother will be home soon..."

When little Jiajia heard that her long-missed brother was coming home, she was so happy that the singing toy in her hand no longer mattered. She ran happily to her mother and shouted into the microphone: "Brother, I'm Jiajia's sister. When you come back, I have a surprise gift prepared for you..."

Zhao Hongjun was overwhelmed by the quarrel between the mother and daughter on the other side of the microphone, but this feeling did not make him feel upset at all. Instead, he felt warm inside, and something called "happiness" was quietly flowing in his blood.

He then patiently recounted what had happened over the past two days, telling Li Jing that the child would have to wait a few days before being taken home, and asked her not to worry: "You don't need to come over. Our son promised to come home with me. He's very sensible and hasn't suffered much in that family. Don't worry about it. Take good care of our daughter. My son and I will be back in a few days!"

Wu Xing had a feeling that his child would be found soon, but the reward information on the flyer for finding his child was taken advantage of by greedy people who provided false information, causing his family's hopes to be dashed several times.

So, he decided not to talk about the child's problem for the time being, but just reported that he was safe and asked about the situation at home.

Although Sun Aimin found his biological son, he could not let his relatives in Qingyang City know about this except Yuan Jie for the time being, so as to avoid being discovered by Zhan Jinhua and Qian Jindou who were hiding in the dark.

In a few days, Yuan Jie will reach her due date, and he must try his best to get back by then.

After calling home, he called his parents back home. Old Mrs. Sun answered the phone.

The old lady asked on the phone, "My dear, how is your wife these days? Is she about to give birth? Mom asked your eldest sister-in-law to pack up her things these two days and go over to help take care of her during the confinement period. Your mother-in-law and her husband are both old, and I'm afraid they won't be able to handle it."

By the way, ask your sister-in-law to bring some free-range eggs, bean curd sheets, and millet. These are the best nutritional supplements for postpartum women."

Sun Aimin replied, "Okay, okay. Don't let my sister-in-law carry too many things, otherwise it will be troublesome to take the bus. My sister-in-law knows how to get home. When she arrives, just let her go directly home. There will always be someone home. By the way, Mom, I have something else to say this time. Let Dad answer the phone!"

The old lady replied, "Why do you have to look for your dad for anything? Wait, don't hang up. Your dad is going to watch the neighbors slaughter a pig. I don't know what's going on. He's too old to stay at home all day!"