Feng Haidong left his father and Feng Baoan behind and immediately began preparing a meal.

Feng Chungu was genuinely a little surprised as she watched her son's nimble movements.

"Haidong, it seems like your factory has been quite quiet lately? Judging from your cooking skills, you don't look like someone who's just started learning."

Hearing his father's words, Feng Haidong replied with a smile while tidying up: "Dad, it's almost the end of May. It looks like there won't be any work in the factory this month. So, including this month, our factory has been without work for five whole months. Fortunately, we still have a basic salary of more than 200 yuan per month."

Then Feng Haidong said, "There's no work at the factory. I just go there in the morning to check in and then go home. I basically don't go in the afternoon."

Upon hearing this, Feng Chungu asked, "So, you had nothing to do at home, so you started researching cooking?"

Feng Haidong immediately said, "No, it's just that Wanling has been quite busy lately. I see that she has to rush home to cook every day, which is really too hard for her, so I simply learned to cook."

Dad, I actually think I have a real talent for cooking; I guess I got that from Mom.

Upon hearing this, Feng Baoan immediately testified, "Brother, Hai Dong's cooking skills are indeed excellent. I ate at his house last time, and his skills are comparable to the old chef who cooks big banquets in the village."

Feng Haidong smiled and said, "Thank you for your support, Uncle."

Feng Chungu, still with a stern face, said, "Haidong, I've noticed you seem quite cheerful lately? There's no work left at the factory, aren't you worried at all?"

Feng Haidong said earnestly, "Dad, worrying won't help. I'm not the factory manager, so I can't do anything about the factory. But I certainly won't sit idly by. I've started my own business, which can be considered as keeping up with the times and development."

Feng Chun-gu asked again, "Are you really planning to set up a stall at the night market from now on?"

Feng Haidong said, "Dad, I already set up a stall last night. I think setting up a stall at the night market is actually quite good. After all, it's earning money through your own labor, and it's not that shameful."

Feng Chungu said, "That's true, but you can't keep pushing that cart to set up your stall like this forever, can you?"

At this point, Feng Chungu thought for a moment and said, "I heard that it's popular in the city to rent counters in shopping malls to do business nowadays. Why don't you and Wanling rent one too? Or maybe you could set up a proper storefront? If you don't have enough money, your mother and I can help you out."

Feng Haidong understood that his father genuinely wanted to help.

In his previous life, his father and mother had also helped Feng Haidong and his family quite a bit.

However, Feng Haidong has siblings, and when each family faces difficulties, his parents often feel powerless to help.

Feng Haidong has his own ideas in this life, which is that he can no longer let his parents worry about him.

Not only did Feng Haidong refuse to let his parents spend any more money on his family, he also planned to use his money to help his parents support his other siblings.

Upon hearing that his father wanted to help pay for renting a counter or storefront, Feng Haidong naturally refused immediately.

“Dad, you and Mom don’t need to spend any money. I’ll start by working at the night market with a pushcart. Once I’ve built up my business and people recognize my skills, and I’ve accumulated some capital, I’ll rent a storefront to expand my operations.”

"You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to do business one step at a time."

Upon hearing her son's words, Feng Chungu's face immediately showed surprise.

Especially her son's last words made Feng Chungu feel like, "Shouldn't I have been the one to say those last words? How did they get taken away from me?"

After the initial surprise, Feng Chungu gained confidence in her son.

The father could tell that Feng Haidong had given it a lot of thought before starting, and that he had truly thought things through before acting.

Since his son has a series of well-thought-out ideas, what else could Feng Chungu, as a father, worry about?

After a moment of contemplation, Feng Chungu stopped asking about business and instead took out a newspaper from his pocket, saying, "Haidong, I read your article in the newspaper. It's quite insightful and better than your previous works."

When Feng Haidong saw his father take out the newspaper, he immediately realized that his father must have read the article more than once.

In fact, Feng Haidong's hobby of writing was also deeply influenced by his father.

My father loved literature when he was young, and the large collection of books in our home were all bought by him one by one after he started working.

So after Feng Haidong started publishing articles in the newspaper, my father became a loyal fan of Feng Haidong. He would buy the newspaper and read it several times every time Feng Haidong published an article.

Even in his previous life, Feng Haidong only learned from his mother after his father passed away that there was a notebook in his father's drawer filled with every article Feng Haidong had published in the newspaper.

It was only then that Feng Haidong learned from his mother that his father would cut out Feng Haidong's published articles from the newspaper and then glue them to his notebook.

In his previous life, when Feng Haidong obtained that notebook, he saw that below each of his published articles, there were his father's comments on each article.

In his previous life, Feng Haidong always treasured his father's notebook.

Feng Haidong has not yet received the treasure left to him by his father. Although he knows that the treasure exists, he cannot reveal it.

All he could say to his father was, "Dad, if there's anything wrong with what I wrote, please point it out to me."

Upon hearing his son's words, Feng Chungu chuckled and said, "Fourth son, why are you suddenly being so humble? I remember you used to be so proud every time you published something in the newspaper."

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