Chuanshan Town, on the mountaintop.
A self-built bungalow with a small courtyard.
At the entrance.
"Xiao Pan, thank you so much this time. You bought all the vegetables we grew, otherwise my old lady would definitely have gone down the mountain to sell them again!"
"Uncle Zhang, what are you saying? I'm just following the rules. If you really want to thank someone, then thank our boss!"
Pan Tiezhu was carrying a large bag of vegetables and talking to a middle-aged man with slightly curly hair and dark skin.
The middle-aged man's name is Zhang Zhihua, and he works as a head chef at a five-star hotel in Shenzhen.
During this month's leave, he made a special trip home to visit his elderly mother and also to persuade her to enjoy her retirement at home.
Stop going down the mountain to sell vegetables.
Why!
The old man can't stay idle; he's either busy in the fields or walking down the mountain to sell vegetables every day.
You need to know.
Chuanshan Mountain is over 1,200 meters above sea level, and it takes an adult six hours to descend the mountain.
Not to mention an elderly person in their seventies.
The old lady always goes down the mountain before dawn and stays up all night so that she can set up her stall at six or seven in the morning.
After selling her vegetables by noon, she spent another six or seven hours hiking back to the top of the mountain.
The older generation is always like this: they are thrifty and hardworking, yet they can't stay idle and always want to find something to do.
They don't understand retirement, let alone how to enjoy life.
They are used to working every day, which makes them feel satisfied, but in the eyes of the younger generation, that is unfilial.
How can we let elderly people in their seventies still be working hard outside?
Zhang Zhihua tried to persuade her several times to stay home and enjoy her retirement, but the old woman wouldn't listen, worried that the food at home would go to waste.
After all, she grows so many vegetables at home, and she can't eat that much herself, so she's reluctant to waste them...
Why!
Whenever the old lady brought this up, Zhang Zhihua would always be speechless.
Yes, thrift and frugality are traditional Chinese virtues.
Selling vegetables is not a bad thing.
But.
Zhang Zhihua's biggest worry is the old man's health!
In fact, the old lady was also worried about her son.
She tied all the money she earned from selling vegetables with rubber bands.
Ten yuan, five yuan, one yuan, fifty cents...
She couldn't bear to spend the money; she saved it all for her son.
Although the amount wasn't large, the old lady had saved it for over ten years and had accumulated thirty to forty thousand yuan.
If her son is short of money, she will take out this money for urgent use.
Zhang Zhihua was her blood relative, so how could he not know about this?
No matter how much I tried to persuade them, they wouldn't listen.
In fact, Zhang Zhihua had a very clear understanding of things.
Money is just an external thing; family is the most important.
What's the use of money if you lose your family?
He would rather work hard and be poor himself than let his elderly mother suffer like this!
There's just nothing I can do about the elderly...
Pan Tiezhu's trip to the mountain to purchase ingredients was a great help to Zhang Zhihua.
"Which boss?"
Zhang Zhihua had only been back for two days and only knew that Pan Tiezhu had been purchasing goods in the village these past few days; he hadn't heard of any boss.
Upon hearing this, Pan Tiezhu told Zhang Zhihua about finding a job and didn't forget to shower Yu Hui with praise.
He has high emotional intelligence, a good personality, is handsome, and cooks delicious food!
He wanted to use every word of praise in the world on Yu Hui.
"Such talent exists?"
Zhang Zhihua immediately developed a strong interest in this young man named "Yu Hui".
However, there was one thing he couldn't understand.
If the food is so delicious, why would someone need to set up a street stall?
Wouldn't it be better to be a chef in a big city?
As a chef at a five-star hotel in Shenzhen, Zhang Zhihua now earns over 10,000 yuan a month and has quite a few apprentices under his wing.
He's quite well-known in the industry.
Many business elites, wealthy heirs, and socialites specifically request him as their head chef for banquets and gatherings, where a single table can cost thousands of yuan – his financial future is limitless!
Isn't this more profitable than setting up a stall back in my hometown?
......
Zhang Zhihua brought his attention back to reality.
He glanced at Pan Tiezhu and thought to himself: "You brat, what kind of magic potion did your grandma feed you to make you so fair and chubby!"
Honestly, they're actually quite cute~~~
“Uncle Zhang, it’s getting late, I should go back.” Pan Tiezhu broke the silence.
He waved his hand, picked up a large bag of vegetables, and turned around to carry them back to the van.
Just then.
A rough, calloused old hand rested on his arm.
"Xiao Pan, it's already six o'clock. Why don't you stay for dinner?"
Zhang Zhihua brought back a lot of local specialties from Shenzhen a few days ago.
I was just about to cook something nice for my mom today to give her more nutrition.
Just then, Pan Tiezhu came over to buy some vegetables, so we invited him to stay for a meal to express our gratitude.
Having more bowls and chopsticks at home makes it more lively.
“Uncle Zhang, no…no need, my boss has prepared dinner for me, it’s in the car,” Pan Tiezhu explained the reason for his refusal.
"What?" Zhang Zhihua asked, somewhat puzzled.
Isn't Xiao Pan always busy purchasing supplies in the village?
When was dinner prepared?
Seeing Zhang Zhihua's puzzled expression, Pan Tiezhu explained:
"My boss prepared this for me at noon; it stays warm even when it's in an insulated container."
"I see."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhihua nodded slightly. After understanding what had happened, he paused for a few seconds and then said:
"The food I prepared for lunch won't get cold even if it's kept warm in an insulated container, it will still lack flavor. You should eat at my house instead."
“No, no need, Uncle Zhang…” Pan Tiezhu waved his hand and declined.
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