Every dish that Mr. Tang made was incredibly delicious. Everyone ate until their stomachs were full, but they still wanted more.
"I'm so full, it's almost to the point of bursting. I'm sure I've gained weight again." Ye Qingqing cried out, leaning back in her chair, touching her round, bulging belly, which looked like a ball.
"Look how thin you are, you should gain a few more pounds. Come here to eat more often, and let your Uncle Tang fatten you up. A girl with some meat on her bones is a blessing." The old lady looked at Ye Qingqing with affection.
The old lady felt that Ye Qingqing was too thin, a little better than skin and bones, but she would be perfect if she gained a little more weight.
The old lady really couldn't understand why some young girls nowadays all wanted to lose weight. They weren't fat at all, yet they thought being skinny was beautiful.
She doesn't think she's beautiful at all. She's so thin she could be blown away by the wind, with no breasts or buttocks, and she can't even have children. If her grandson were to marry someone like that, she would be the first to object.
Lu Mo deeply agreed with the old lady's words. He also felt that Ye Qingqing was too thin, but of course she couldn't be too fat either. If she were as thin as Tang Yuanyuan used to be, that would be too much. Tang Yuanyuan was just right now, neither too thin nor too fat, and very healthy.
"Qingqing can gain another ten pounds, that would be just right."
Ye Mingcheng, who was also worried sick, shared the same thought. He was extremely envious of Tang's father's excellent cooking skills, but unfortunately, he had no talent in the kitchen at all. After studying at Baiweiju for so long, he was still limited to ordinary home-style dishes such as scrambled eggs with tomatoes and shredded pork with green peppers, and the taste was the kind that even Wuchen disliked.
Ye Qingqing couldn't help but roll her eyes. She was 168 cm tall and weighed 110 kg. Was she still considered thin?
Those female celebrities who are as thin as paper dolls, even if they are 170cm tall, only weigh 100 pounds. Someone like her would be considered a fat pig.
In Ye Mingcheng and the old lady's eyes, even if she really ate until she became a fat pig, they would still think she was too thin and needed to gain another ten pounds.
After everyone finished their digestive soup, they left Baiweiju. Although it was almost seven o'clock, the hall of Baiweiju was still bustling with customers. One group left and another group came. Some customers didn't even have seats, but they were reluctant to leave and preferred to wait for other customers to finish eating.
In contrast, the Wuweilou restaurant across the street was deserted, with its doors tightly closed, no customers, and the waiters had already left work early. The first floor was dark, while the second floor had faint lights.
Ye Qingqing asked Tang Yuanyuan in a low voice, "Have you visited Wen Sumei in prison? How is she?"
"I didn't go. My dad went to see them. They weren't very good. That woman even had the nerve to ask my dad to help take care of Yu Moli and Yu Changbai. Humph... I gave my dad a good scolding," Tang Yuanyuan said angrily.
That bitch caused her and her father such a terrible tragedy. She wouldn't shed a single tear even if she died. Yet her father actually went to visit that bitch in prison, and he did it secretly without telling her. When she found out later, she was so angry that she jumped up and down and gave her father a thorough dressing-down.
“Your father is just like my muddle-headed grandmother; he’s a bit out of his mind. You’d better keep a close eye on him from now on. Wen Sumei will be out in a few years. If she uses her seductive charms again and bewitches your father, you’re doomed!”
Ye Qingqing couldn't help but pout. No wonder Gu Nianci and Tang's father could talk to each other; their thought processes were the same, as if they came from the same factory.
Tang Yuanyuan looked nervous. "I can't keep an eye on my dad every day, can I?"
Ye Qingqing quickly came up with an idea, "Let's take a decisive step. You have to take control of the family finances. The house, the savings, and Baiweiju restaurant will all be in your name. Just give Dad a thousand yuan a month for pocket money, and he can do whatever he wants with the rest!"
"I was in charge of Baiweiju and the real estate deposits, but my dad wanted to withdraw the money whenever he wanted, so I changed the passwords so he couldn't withdraw the money, hmph!" Tang Yuanyuan gritted her teeth.
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