Mo Yan stayed in the hospital for a week before being discharged. As soon as she was discharged, the policewoman helped her rent a cheap apartment.
Mo Yan insisted on paying the rent herself, and the young lady thought that this aunt was really kind.
Mo Yan found a place to stay and just waited for the results. There was no need for her to go back to the village to confront them.
She needs to earn money; she has to return the money those police officers donated to her.
With limited capital, Mo Yan could only consider small businesses, such as cold noodles and jelly noodles, which could be made into delicious dishes as long as the seasonings were good.
The most important ingredient for making it delicious is chili oil.
Mo Yan went and bought two kinds of starch, pea starch and sweet potato starch, and also bought some cold noodles.
Finally, I bought chili powder, pepper powder, and other ingredients to make chili oil.
The rented apartment also has a refrigerator, which is perfect for her to do these things.
Mo Yan took everything she made on the first day to the police station.
"They're not eating," Mo Yan said.
"I was thinking of starting a small business. I don't want you guys to taste it for me. If it tastes good, I'll continue and get the business license. If it doesn't taste good, I won't bother."
Look at all this stuff I have! If you don't help me, what am I supposed to do?
They looked and realized it was true, so they decided to eat it.
They found the taste to be excellent, with a perfect balance of sweet, sour, spicy, and numbing flavors that spread throughout their mouths without overpowering any other taste.
Every flavor was just right, and they all loved it.
The cold noodles were the same; they tasted so good that they wanted to eat more.
In no time, they finished eating for her, and then they tried to pay her, but Mo Yan refused.
“I don’t have a business license. If you give me money, I’ll be breaking the law. No way, no way.”
Police officers: "..." This...
The government now encourages individual businesses, and licenses are easy to obtain. Mo Yan got one herself and rented a place, turning it into a shop.
The reason is simple: the rented apartment is on the ground floor, and the balcony faces the road. She can open the window and find a shop right there. Once she gets the permit, she can sell her goods here.
Once everyone sees it, they can go into the yard, which is very convenient.
She also plans to sell noodles and wontons, turning it into a breakfast stall, with a pot of tea eggs next to it.
For the first few days, we only made cold noodles and jelly; we had to introduce everything else gradually.
This place is very crowded. It's opposite a school and next to a police station. There's no safer place than this, and everyone is willing to try it again.
After trying it, I found that it tastes really good!
It's sour, spicy, refreshing, and a little sweet; the flavor is complex, with each element perfectly balanced without overpowering the others.
On a hot summer day, a bowl of cold noodles or jelly is really nice.
If you get hungry, you can also have a tea egg.
Mo Yan's business is doing very well. She's busy until eight or nine o'clock every day before she can get off work. By the time she tidies up, it's already midnight.
Wan Lin had been unable to contact Mo Yan for a week, and he didn't know where she had gone. He felt very uncomfortable and uneasy.
Of course I'm not used to it. Back home, he was the boss. He would get up and go out to play, either playing cards or drinking. He would come home for lunch and then continue his activities.
He's living the life of an elderly person, no, some elderly people don't even live as well as him.
Some elderly people still have to work, earn money, and find ways to take care of themselves, unlike him who doesn't have to worry about anything, only thinking about playing cards and drinking. When he gets home, he acts like a lord, cursing and hitting people.
Captain Wan was also worried about this matter. He felt uneasy and uneasy until Mo Yan returned, and he had a sense of panic...
He came over early in the morning, and when he arrived, the table was covered with instant noodle boxes, clearly indicating that no food had been cooked. There was also a huge pile of clothes lying around; the house was practically a garbage dump.
Captain Wan frowned, looking at his good-for-nothing nephew. "What's wrong with you? Didn't I tell you to bring your wife back? It's been days, why haven't you brought her back yet?"
Wan Lin was still angry and sat on the sofa with a resentful look on his face. "Uncle, what can I do if she doesn't come back?"
They're being really cold now; they won't answer the phone or reply to messages.
He didn't know where the person was, and there was nothing he could do.
He was furious. If he could find her, he would give her a good beating. She's got a problem after just three days without a beating, and she dared to run away from home. She doesn't care about anything at home and deserves to be disciplined!
"Then can't you think of a solution? Ask your wife's friends and relatives. She's been gone for so many days, aren't you worried at all? Aren't you worried that something might happen to your wife outside? Look at the state of your home, it's practically a garbage dump."
It wasn't entirely out of concern that Mo Yan wasn't doing well outside; he just had a strange feeling about it, his eyelids had been twitching the past two days. He was afraid that Mo Yan would do something earth-shattering again.
Wan Lin didn't think anything of it. He just didn't like tidying up. In the past, this was Mo Yan's business, not his. He had a "what's the use" attitude.
"Don't worry about it. I live like this on my own. I'm fine as long as I'm fed. Let her do whatever she wants. If she comes back, I'll teach her a lesson. She's gone too far!"
As soon as Wan Lin finished speaking, his third uncle noticed something was wrong with his expression and quickly lowered his head to change his words.
“I’ve already asked her to come back, but she won’t. I don’t know her address, so I can’t do anything about it.”
Captain Wan really wanted to hit someone. This Wan Lin was clearly not serious, and his tone was probably not good either. No wonder people wouldn't want to come back.
"Then you have to find a way to do it too. Don't use a commanding tone when you send the message. You have to admit your mistake. Let me see what you sent before!"
Captain Wan knew his nephew quite well; this guy was either giving orders or unleashing a torrent of abuse.
Wan Lin's face flushed slightly; he really didn't think he had done anything wrong.
"Uncle, I really don't know what's wrong with me. Isn't this how people in the village usually get along? Everyone argues and quarrels, and if the argument gets too heated, they even get physical."
Ha, Captain Wan never expected that what he said to Mo Yan could become Wan Lin's excuse.
Why would he say that? Wasn't he just trying to downplay the issue? To put it bluntly, if this matter were to be formally investigated, Wan Lin would definitely not be able to escape. If it weren't for the fact that Wan Lin is his nephew, he really wouldn't want to get involved in this matter.
"Wanlin, I'm telling you this one last time. If you don't listen, I will never take care of you again. You have no idea how serious this is. You're breaking the law, do you know that?"
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