Chapter 135 Deputy Factory Manager Liu's Illegitimate Daughter

Not long after, the textile factory's bell rang, and workers came out in groups of three or four.

Some walked to the left and right along the door, and some crossed the road to the other side.

A few people who were not wearing work clothes mixed into the crowd and swaggered into Fan Qingyi's restaurant.

Old customers came in and lined up on their own initiative, greeted Fan Qingyi with a smile, and ordered the dishes. At the same time, they put the calculated money into the wooden box for money, counted out the change, and waved to Fan Qingyi.

"Sister Fan, I put the money in there, here's the change of 30 cents."

Liu Feifei took a spoon and scooped up the free tomato dumpling soup, and placed bowl after bowl of it on the table with green vegetables and sesame oil. Next to the earthenware pot were vinegar, chili oil, coriander, chopped green onions and garlic sprouts.

"Everyone, add seasoning according to your taste."

A short man who was not wearing work clothes pretended to put his hand into the wooden box, took out a handful of banknotes from it, took out a few and stuffed them into his pocket.

"Hey, you..."

A regular customer behind saw this, frowned and stepped forward to stop him, "You gave me money, why are you taking it back!"

Many people looked over.

The short man tried to move but didn't move away. He spat at the regular customer and said, "Who said I didn't give him anything? I just gave him 10 yuan..."

Fan Qing looked over and exposed him.

"The wooden box is filled with bills for customers to change. There are no 10 yuan bills."

Her meals are affordable and cheap, so the workers usually bring only one or two yuan.

"You said there is no money, so there is no money? I said there is."

"Hey, you won't turn back until you hit the wall, right?"

"I saw it all, you don't have any money in your hand, you took it out with your bare hands!"

"I put money in..."

"Still talking stubbornly!"

"...Mrs. Fan, open the wooden box and hammer this son of a bitch to death! He has the nerve to refuse to pay for a meal, it's really embarrassing for our textile factory!" The regular customer in the back shouted.

The companion of the short man glared at the short man and took out ten yuan from his pocket, "This is the meal money for the three of us, I will be behind him, he can take the change first, and I will pay later..."

This explanation sounded so far-fetched that the companion had given up the struggle at the end.

Fan Qingyi hummed, and looked at the money in the man's hand, "Then he took too little. The three of you can take at most three yuan, and he only took four yuan. He can take three more."

After saying that, he gestured to the wooden box.

His companion forced a smile, put ten yuan into the wooden box, and pushed the man, "Take out another three yuan."

The short man glared at Fan Qingyi and took out three more yuan.

His companion grabbed it and stuffed it into his trouser pocket along with the four yuan he had just taken.

The short man's face was dark and sullen. His companion whispered to him, "Have you forgotten what we are here for? Can you be more careless?!"

"I..."

"Shut up! Be quiet."

The short man withdrew his hand in dismay and glared at Fan Qingyi and the nosy regular customer.

The regular customer snorted.

He took out a piece of money and put it into the wooden box, then took out the change from it and shook it in front of him, "A gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way. Do you understand, country bumpkin?"

The short man's face was dark and sullen.

Those who had received their meals gathered around the stove for heating. While eating and chatting, they asked Fan Qingyi, "Sister Fan, it's still cold in this room. Let's get two more heaters."

Fan Qingyi glanced at them quickly, lowered his head and said yes.

The diners smiled and praised Fan Qingyi's food.

"Sister Fan, don't blame us for not going to support you a few days ago. It was really cold and we all wanted to eat something hot..." "

...I will definitely go to Sister Fan's small restaurant in the future. If there is some wine, I would like to come here to have a drink after work."

Someone said, "Yes, Sister Fan, it was not easy to do business with two stalls in the store before. Now that you have a store, can you arrange the dinner for us in the evening?"

Many people followed suit.

"Yes, sister-in-law's cooking is delicious. Even if we don't eat here, we can take a portion home."

"...That's what I mean! My wife especially loves the Dongpo pork made by sister-in-law. When I see this dish, I must take a portion back for her no matter what."

"Haha, my mother also loves this dish the most. It's fragrant but not greasy. The fat meat is just a pleasure to eat. The old lady likes it very much..."

A group of people were talking and laughing. Fan Qingyi was busy and took the time to respond to them.

The atmosphere of the small restaurant was lively and comfortable.

Liu Feifei was also very happy to hear that. Free bowls of pimple soup were given away one by one. She was worried that sister Yiyi would not make money from selling things like this, but she saved thousands of yuan in a few months. She

can make more money than the workers in the textile factory.

"Pick your own side dishes, three pickled beans, four cucumbers with sauce, half an egg or a whole egg with sesame sauce, depending on what you bought..."

A regular customer recognized her and exclaimed, "This is not..."

Liu Feifei smiled and made a gesture to silence them.

As expected, the regular customer stopped talking, but the smile on his face immediately became strong and sincere. He wanted to take the soup spoon from Liu Feifei's hand, "No, no, I can do it myself, how can I let you..."

"What's wrong with me?"

Liu Feifei knocked on the clay pot, "I am also the owner of this restaurant. You spend money to buy food, and I serve you soup. What's wrong with that?"

"You are also the owner?"

The regular customer looked at her, and then looked at Fan Qingyi, "You and Sister Fan..."

"My sister, half-sister." Liu Feifei introduced with a smile, without any intention of covering up. Regular

customer, "... half-sister? Sister?"

Deputy Factory Manager Liu's daughter?

But this Sister Fan's surname is Fan?

Her husband's surname... Li, right?

This relationship... No, he has to sort it out.

Liu Feifei couldn't help laughing, and served the soup to him. The regular customer took it in a daze, mechanically added chopped green onions, vinegar, and chili oil, and carried it back to his seat. He

lowered his head and took a sip, "hiss."

It was so hot.

Coming back to his senses, he looked at Liu Feifei again, and then at Fan Qingyi.

Don't say it, the more these two look alike when they laugh.

There is only one possibility...

Thinking of this possibility, the man's eyes almost popped out.

Wow.

Deputy Director Liu actually has an illegitimate daughter!

Liu Feifei had no idea that this man could come up with such a result. She saw that the line was almost out of the store, and she was so happy for Fan Qingyi.

The more people there are, the more Sister Yiyi will sell and the more she will earn.

Amidst the laughter and discussion, a man suddenly cried out in surprise, "Brother, what's wrong with you..."

The store suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

They saw the short man who stole the money lying on the ground holding his stomach, his face pale, and big beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Brother, my stomach, my stomach hurts so much, and the food, the food... is poisonous."

"What? The food is poisonous!" the man shouted.

Several regular customers who were picking up their food while watching the lively atmosphere frowned and said, "Again?"

"This bitch must hate me for taking her money just now, and she poisoned me!" the short man shouted.

The man's expression changed slightly, and he pinched the short man with his hand, "Don't add drama to yourself."