I'm seriously considering it.
If you own a hot pot restaurant, will your life be different from before?
I am young, but I also know that hot pot restaurants belong to the category of restaurants.
If a person eats hotpot or barbecue, he is still eating.
Back then, my father, a chef, dreamed of owning his own restaurant. It couldn’t be too small, and the business area plus the kitchen must be no less than 200 square meters.
However, the rent of stores in Beijing is getting more and more expensive. Even if local residents want to open a store, they have to make a considerable deposit.
The family can afford to rent a store, but even a skilled chef cannot guarantee a steady profit by opening a restaurant.
My father saw that I had no proper job and was idle all day, so he wanted to leave the family savings to me.
My father never realized his dream of becoming a restaurant owner until he died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.
If I opened a restaurant, my father in heaven would definitely be pleased.
Lin Chan and Meng Zhiwei kept chatting about family matters, mentioning Wenchuan and Ya'an in the past, as well as the rapid development of Chengdu in recent years.
"25 minutes."
I solemnly announce this.
However, the look in Lin Chan's eyes was as if she was looking at a mentally retarded person.
Lao Meng asked anxiously, "Or?"
"Yes."
I smiled at him and said, "Go back to Ya'an, Bashu, and leave all the staff working at the hot pot restaurant, such as the bartender, the kitchen staff, and the waiters, to me. If you have any secret recipes for the hot pot base, give them to me as well."
"That's fine. If they don't want to leave, just let them follow you. As for me, if I go back to my hometown and want to run a restaurant business again, I can just find someone.
As for the hot pot base, I actually have two secret recipes passed down from my ancestors. If you want them, you have to pay extra."
Meng Zhiwei looks very mysterious.
I was a little skeptical and looked towards Lin Chan.
Lin Chan said disdainfully, "There's a secret recipe passed down from Hammer's ancestors. Old Meng's ancestors didn't run a hot pot restaurant, they herded cattle. So, what Old Meng's ancestors passed down is just bragging."
I looked at Meng Zhiwei in surprise: "No secret recipe?"
"Dong Hang, let me tell you, the soup base I came up with can also be considered a secret recipe.
The spicy hot pot, mushroom hot pot, and mandarin duck hot pot in my shop are all very special. The addition of ingredients is not illegal, but the taste is unforgettable.
You want to take over the hot pot restaurant. I'm passing on the experience I've accumulated over the years to you. Shouldn't you give me a little more money?
Brother, I have no savings, only debts. It would be easiest for me to feel at ease if you take care of me.”
Lao Meng seems cunning.
But I don't object at all.
At this time, Lin Chan also said: "The sesame paste, chili sauce, and bean paste in Lao Meng Hot Pot Restaurant are all delicious.
Lao Meng is not honest in playing cards, but the hot pot bases and soup ingredients in his store are genuine and of high quality. Multiple departments have jointly enforced the law and inspected the restaurant several times, but they all gave Lao Meng a thumbs up and could not find any reason to fine him.
Dong Hang, why don't you just give Lao Meng 350,000 yuan? The extra 50,000 yuan can be used as a blessing for Lao Meng to have a safe journey. "
"Sister Lin's words make sense, but I plan to give Lao Meng 360,000 yuan. This is called three smooth sailings, life, family, and career are all smooth sailing."
Looking at Lao Meng, I wish him well from the bottom of my heart.
But Lao Meng asked, "Doesn't it include the card game?"
“Even if I don’t encourage you, you will still play cards when you return to your hometown. If I encourage you, I’m worried that it won’t be long before you fail again.
For a gambler, anything bad can happen. For example, you remarry your wife on the first day, fall out on the second, and divorce on the third day... Then, a year or two later, when I visit you in Bashu, you'll have already left your family.
I said this because I thought of a post I read on the Quit Gambling forum.
Coincidentally, Lin Chan had also seen that post and asked me if I was talking about the friend in the Quit Gambling Forum whose online name was Lily in the Wind.
I nodded. "Fengli Lily is addicted to online gambling. She stays up all night, hanging out at different online gambling sites. If a site offers a few or even dozens of dollars for signing up, she'll sign up immediately and use the cabbages she finds to place bets."
Lin Chan smiled. "Feng Lily has been divorced eight times and married different men, but she's never remarried. Dong Hang, let me test you. How many men has Feng Lily been with?"
"326."
"Seriously, little brat, let's talk math!"
"If we're talking about husbands in marriage, if Fengli Lily didn't remarry after her last divorce, then she would have had eight husbands.
Because every husband is a party to a divorce, there is no such thing as adding one or subtracting one in the series.
If Fengli Lily got married again after her last divorce and the marriage was still going on on the day she posted, then she would have nine husbands.
But Sister Lin, if you ask me how many men Fengli Lily has had, I can only tell you a number that no one can prove.
If you ask her, she'll forget it herself."
I am playful and aim to pick up girls.
But Lin Chan was very sad and sighed: "Dong Hang, how could your brain not be good at studying?"
I can't answer that.
Because this question is too difficult.
Lao Meng chuckled: "I'll go quit gambling later, talk some sense into Fengli Lily, and meet up with Bashu to have a good sleep."
I asked curiously, "Are you not going to remarry?"
"Remarriage won't affect my flirting with other women. Love is a complex concept, and even infatuated people can be fickle. I can give everything for my lover, but it won't affect my visits to brothels."
When Old Meng saw Lin Chan raising her right hand, she quickly covered her face.
It seems that Lao Meng was left with a psychological trauma after being beaten up by Lin Chan a year ago.
It was agreed that the contract and agreement would be signed tomorrow afternoon.
Lao Meng left.
There was only Lin Chan and I at home, and I suddenly felt that the invisible air was burning.
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