After my divorce, I opened a gourmet restaurant

Han Yan looked at the empty cauldron and gasped.

What is Du Ying's stomach made of, this product can't be a woman who wants to be the king of food, right!

" Han Yan, Han Yan, is your restaurant recruiting?"

Du Ying was completely conquered by this pot of porridge, and now she just had nothing to do, so she simply gave birth to the idea of working here.

Han

Yan did think about this matter before, but Wang Aihua vetoed it, the old Han family restaurant is not a commercial area, and there is no school or anything around.

Therefore, most of the people who usually come to eat here are old customers from the nearby community.

Despite this, there are a huge number of people who come here to eat every day at noon and in the evening.

Han Yan and Han Daqiang can't wait to grow a few more hands every night, and Wang Aihua is even more tired and sweating profusely.

She is not only responsible for serving the food, but also cleaning the table, cleaning the room, and mopping the floor.

After thinking about it, it makes sense to hire a waiter.

It's just that Du Ying, a top student from the Department of Mathematics of Shangcheng University, came here as a waiter, and the salary is appropriate.

The daily net income of Lao Han's restaurant is about 6,000 to 8,000, and it can reach more than 10,000 when it catches up.

Han Yan has no concept about this matter, so he still has to come back to Wang Aihua to decide.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Wang Aihua came back, interviewed Du Ying quite seriously, and then obtained the right to use the top students of the Department of Mathematics for one month with a monthly salary of 4,050 for lunch and dinner.

Du Ying was overjoyed, if she couldn't pay the rent next month, she wouldn't even be able to live in the interlocking room.

Because of getting up early in the morning, Han Yan's upper eyelids and lower eyelids fought for a long time, and then he couldn't stay up and went home to sleep.

Then something miraculous happened, just now I was so sleepy, after going to bed and looking at my phone for a while, I was miraculously in spirit.

Can't sleep.

"One

sheep...", "Ten sheep...", "Twenty sheep..."

,

"I'm hungry." "

Counting sheep won't save insomnia, it will only make people hungry.

Looking at the time, it was only half past ten, and it was a little early for lunch at this point.

Suddenly, he remembered something, Luo Yingsong's memory has not been read, this will be just a good look.

Han Yan lit into Luo Yingsong's memory, and the gray mist instantly covered him.

It's a mountain, a mountain shrouded in heavy snow.

Han Yan followed Luo Yingsong closely, he looked sixteen or seventeen years old at this moment, compared with the previous memory picture, his face was less rounded and a little more resolute.

The air in the mountains was dry and fresh, and Luo Yingsong wore a cotton coat, a cotton hat, and an axe in his hand, chopping dead wood into sections.

In silence, he tied up the chopped firewood, looked around, and walked deeper into the mountains.

A year ago, his father died, the family's land was occupied by bullies, and he had no money to go to school, so he had to carry the family.

It's just that this time the firewood on his body was not carried home, but to the mountains.

After walking for half an hour, Luo Yingsong turned around for a few minutes, for fear that someone would follow.

This city is full of bad people, little devils have entered the city, and the three northeastern provinces have been divided into eighteen provinces by them, and countless Japanese have poured in and done evil everywhere in the city.

The guy who occupied his land was a heinous traitor, and as soon as the devil came, the devil's flag was planted on the roof of their house.

Big red blood idea, it's scary to watch.

Compared with the traitor Japanese, it is more terrifying, a year ago Luo Yingsong was still in school, and the Japanese suddenly broke in, and the female gentleman and several classmates were ruined.

Some classmates wanted to resist, but the bright knife was pierced directly into the stomach, and to this day he can still smell the blood on the bayonet.

It would have been nice if Zhang Dashuai hadn't been killed by the bomb back then, and the little devil wouldn't have been able to get in.

Step by step, Han Yan followed Luo Yingsong into a cave.

"Who!" a

voice exploded, followed by the sound of a bullet being loaded.

"Brother Ma, it's me! A

man in a cotton coat put the king's shell into his waist.

"It's Yingsong, why are you here again, it's not like we can't do the matter of chopping firewood.

"Brother Ma, you have a special identity, if you are seen and tell the Japanese, it will be all over.

Luo Yingsong unloaded the firewood from his shoulder and took out another bag of rice.

"Brother Ma, this is what my mother asked me to bring over, Brother Bolt was shot in the leg, my mother said that I have to eat something hot, I have food in my stomach, and the injury can heal quickly.

Ma Zhonghai frowned, glanced at the cloth bag containing rice twice, and then shook his head violently.

"This can't work, this can't work! Your family's situation is also difficult, this rice is given to us, what do you eat in

winter!" "My mother said that she left food enough for the winter!" Ma

Zhonghai didn't respond, Luo Yingsong changed his words.

"Brother Ma, you tell me the truth, are you bent on fighting devils?

"Absolutely. Without any hesitation, Ma Zhonghai said solemnly.

"After 918, the entire Northeast was occupied by devils, and there were anti-Japanese teams throughout the Northeast, and all of us were snatched in the hands of devils.

Ma Zhonghai sat on the edge of the fire and looked at the burning flames and continued.

"Loose power won't work, but a spark will eventually start a prairie fire.

Luo Yingsong clenched his fists and did not speak.

The burning flames shone in his eyes.

"Brother Ma, I also want to join you and fight devils.

Ma Zhonghai grinned and patted him on the shoulder, "Good boy, I have already seen that you have this idea, as long as it is an anti-Japanese devil, I welcome it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Zhonghai frowned and shook his head again and again.

"No, no, no, this is not good, no one in our family is gone, your mother is still there, if you leave with me, what will your mother do?"

"I'll go tell her!" Luo Yingsong gritted his teeth, his heart was quite entangled, and he patted his thighs as if to cheer himself up.

"Last year, the Japanese devil bullied us Chinese in public, and my father couldn't get used to it, so he shot the little devil's head with a shotgun, and then his head was cut off and hung on the city gate.

"The traitors have taken over our family's land again.

"If I don't kill a few little devils in my life, I won't dare to see my father when I enter the Yama Hall in the future."

"Blood feud, must be avenged!" Ma

Zhonghai pressed his hand on Luo Yingsong's shoulder and was silent for a long time.

"Originally, there were more than a dozen of us in this group, all of whom had a deep blood relationship with the little devils, the father and mother of the bolt were all killed by the devils, the daughter-in-law was ruined, and there were even worse ones, not to mention.

"More than a dozen people, now there are only two of us left, the leg of the bolt was shot again, fortunately I used to be a doctor, and the bullet was taken out for him.

"But this year, the bullet was taken out, and no one knows where tomorrow's fate will be."

"I'm telling you this to let you know that the road to fighting devils is not easy, and you have an old lady to support at home. "

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, and the son wants to raise but doesn't wait!" Luo

Yingsong didn't want to think about this, and diverted his words.

"Brother Ma, when you kill devils, are you afraid.

Ma Zhonghai suddenly laughed.

"The life of the little devil is not valuable, what am I afraid of him doing?".