After listening to You Tianfu's words, Hao Zhengguang thought about it carefully, and finally made up his mind and nodded. Then he went back to the hotel to discuss it with An Jing.
An Jing was naturally willing and very happy. That afternoon, she went to the mall with a bulging belly and bought a lot of gifts. Hao Zhengguang also got a car, and the two of them set off early the next morning.
Hao Zhengguang's hometown is in a village called Baiyunzhuang, more than 200 kilometers north of Lujiu City. You need to first pass through the local Chongming County, continue north, and walk another ten kilometers to arrive.
Taking physical factors into consideration, Hao Zhengguang drove very slowly along the way. The journey that normally took three hours took five hours. When he arrived in Chongming County safely, it was already noon.
Since becoming pregnant, Anjing's appetite has increased significantly. She feels hungry if she skips a meal and also has stomach pains. She went to see a doctor for this reason. The doctor explained that this is a normal pregnancy phenomenon. Pregnant women have to provide nutrition for two people, so there will be no problem with eating on time.
Before arriving in Chongming County, An Jing was already feeling a little hungry. When she entered the county town, her brows were furrowed with stomachache and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
All of this was seen by Hao Zhengguang. Having taken care of the child for such a long time, he naturally knew that it was caused by hunger, so he immediately decided to stop in the county town, find a place to eat, and wait until the child calmed down before returning to the village.
Then he asked An Jing if she wanted to eat anything.
An Jing was so hungry that she glanced out the window and saw a small noodle shop on the side of the road. She answered immediately, "Let's go there and have some noodles."
After parking the car in front of the noodle shop, Hao Zhengguang helped An Jing walk in. There were only eight tables in the shop. It was dinner time but the shop was deserted. There was not even a waiter. There was only a figure sitting in the kitchen, who seemed to be the chef.
After finding a random table to sit down, Hao Zhengguang went to the kitchen door and peeked inside. He saw a chef sitting at a small table not far away, with a bottle of white wine in his left hand and a wine glass in his right hand. There were also a few peanuts scattered on the table. He was drinking happily with a peanut and a glass of white wine.
Inwardly lamenting the chef's heavy drinking habit, Hao Zhengguang shouted at the top of his voice, "Master, two bowls of noodles, no green onions, and less oil. Serve them when they're ready."
The chef was not very old, only about twenty years old. The bottle of white wine in his hand was half empty. It seemed that he had drunk a lot. His face was so red that his facial features could not be seen clearly.
Hearing the shouting, he reacted a little stiffly, and after a while he waved his hands and said: "No... no more... I'm drinking..."
Hao Zhengguang responded: "Brother, don't be like this, the store is open, how can we not do business? My wife wants to eat noodles, you take the trouble to make two bowls, I will double the money!"
When the chef heard this, perhaps because of the alcohol or the desire to double his money, he actually stood up shakily and started to cook noodles.
A few minutes later, the noodles were served. They looked terrible, with soup spilled everywhere and not even any sauce.
The chef squinted his eyes, looking dazed. He threw down the noodles and prepared to go back to drink.
Seeing this, Hao Zhengguang frowned, his expression changed, and he clenched his fists. Just as he was about to stand up, he was stopped by An Jing: "In Chinatown, I remember after my father passed away, I took over the Anjia Restaurant. The situation at that time was very similar to this place.
I was in a daze, didn't want to open the door, didn't want to do business, and had no patience at all. It took me a long time to successfully get out of it.
This boss must have encountered some difficulties or setbacks, which is why he is like this.
If the noodles don't have any sauce, then forget it. You can still eat them with some soy sauce. Just be quiet and stop making things difficult for them."
As An Jing spoke, Hao Zhengguang naturally obeyed, picking up the soy sauce on the table and gently pouring some: "Okay, listen to our Sister Jing. If you say it's not difficult, then it's not difficult. Eat quickly, it will get cold soon."
She nodded quietly, picked up the chopsticks and took a bite but suddenly paused, chewed the noodles in her mouth a few times, and finally spit it out beside her.
Hao Zhengguang frowned and quickly handed her some clean water to rinse her mouth. At the same time, he took the noodles and took a bite.
When the noodles were put into the mouth, a spicy feeling immediately came into the mouth. Hao Zhengguang was also a chef and was very sensitive to various seasonings. He immediately tasted that this was pepper and some chili powder!
Hao Zhengguang could have ignored the previous issues, but the random seasonings added to the noodles completely infuriated him. After all, this involved An Jing and the baby in her belly!
Picking up the noodles, Hao Zhengguang angrily came to the kitchen and threw them in front of the chef, saying sternly: "Have you ever been a chef? If you know how to run a business, do it well. If you don't, close the shop as soon as possible! Try to taste it yourself!"
The chef glared at me and cursed back, "I just told you not to do it, and you didn't listen... Then get out of here! If you want to eat, eat. If you don't want to eat, get out!"
After saying that, he raised the bottle of wine in his hand and gestured, as if he was about to take action.
He was trying to scare people, but Hao Zhengguang didn't tolerate it. Seeing that he was about to attack, he snatched the wine bottle and smashed it hard on the chef's head.
There was a loud bang and the wine bottle was smashed into pieces!
The chef was wearing a hat with a thin layer of padding inside, which provided a certain degree of cushioning, but he was still hit hard. The glass fragments pierced his forehead, leaving a small cut, and blood flowed down his cheek.
The chef seemed to be stunned and didn't react at all in the first few seconds. When he felt liquid across his face, he raised his hand to wipe it and found it was blood. His previous arrogance instantly disappeared, and his legs went limp and he sat down on the ground.
The tall and strong man burst into tears, crying and shouting: "Brother, I was wrong... I was wrong... I beg you... Beat me to death... Beat me to death now..."
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