"Stop dreaming. I'm content with just one house. It brings in forty or fifty thousand yuan in rent a month, enough for our retirement." Zhou Yueyun was quite satisfied; she didn't have such grand ambitions.
Du Guoqiang smiled憨厚ly, "You still have to have dreams, right? If we could have a villa, we could retire here. It's really nice here, with good medical conditions."
“What’s so great about this place? It’s small and crowded, and the air isn’t good either. It’s better to go back to our hometown, build a house, grow some vegetables, raise some chickens and ducks, eat organic food, stay healthy, and not get sick,” Zhou Yueyun objected.
She had planned it all out long ago. There's no place like home, not even a golden palace. If it weren't for her son's future, she wouldn't have struggled in Pingjiang, much less come to Hong Kong to buy a house. If it were just her and Du Guoqiang eating and drinking and living a leisurely life in the countryside, they wouldn't be working so hard now.
"Alright, you're still young, retirement is a long way off. Maybe in a few years you won't like the houses in Hong Kong and will want to buy houses in places like New Zealand or the Netherlands!" Ye Qingqing joked.
In terms of living environment, New Zealand and the Netherlands are indeed better, with fresh air and beautiful scenery. Many people are immigrating there now. However, she only likes to stay at home. No matter how good it is outside, she doesn't feel comfortable. She can travel, but she definitely wouldn't be used to living there long-term.
Du Guoqiang and his wife smiled sheepishly, not taking Ye Qingqing's words to heart. They had never even considered buying a house abroad. They couldn't understand the language there, and going there would be like being blind. They would just be slaughtered by foreigners. They would never go.
To celebrate the couple's purchase of a house, they had lunch at one of Hong Kong's most famous restaurants, called Jieyuanlou. It's a long-established restaurant with over a hundred years of history. It's said that the plaque was inscribed by a top scholar, but whether that's true or not is impossible to verify. However, the food at this restaurant is truly delicious.
Yip Shun-mei is a regular at this restaurant because he often writes food articles, promoting the delicacies he has eaten in the streets and alleys, from grand restaurants and mountain delicacies to small stalls set up by old ladies in alleys. He will introduce anything he thinks is delicious, and he is quite famous in Hong Kong.
Ye Xunmei wrote reviews of many dishes at Jieyuanlou Restaurant. Firstly, he genuinely enjoyed the restaurant's food, and secondly, it was a business collaboration; he helped promote the restaurant, so he was bound to receive a substantial kickback.
Thanks to this old man, Ye Qingqing has a VIP card for this restaurant, and all the long-time employees of the restaurant know her.
As soon as they entered the restaurant, the lobby manager greeted them with a smile, "Mrs. Lu, it's been a long time."
"It's been almost a year since I last ate here. I brought some friends today. Do you have any private rooms?" Ye Qingqing asked with a smile.
"Mrs. Lu needs a private room when she invites her friends. Please wait a moment while I arrange it for you."
The manager personally led them to the private room, showing great hospitality. Lin Baiwei and Zhou Yueyun were somewhat surprised. They had noticed yesterday that Ye Qingqing seemed to have a high status here. Could she be the daughter of some wealthy family in Hong Kong?
Although they were very curious, they were too embarrassed to ask unless Ye Qingqing brought it up herself, and they were itching to know.
The dishes arrived quickly and lived up to their reputation. Although they weren't the spicy food that Zhou Yueyun and her husband preferred, they still ate with great relish.
"It's so delicious. I've had Cantonese food before, but it wasn't very good. I guess I wasn't eating authentic Cantonese food." Zhou Yueyun wanted to eat more, but she resisted the urge. She needed to lose weight.
"This is a century-old establishment. If the food isn't good, people will smash its reputation," Ye Qingqing said with a smile.
The manager came in again, all smiles. "Mrs. Lu, what a coincidence! Mr. Ye is also here for dinner with some old friends. He heard you have friends, so he didn't come."
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