Siheyuan: I'm Shazhu's Neighbor

"No problem." Yan Jiecheng came over, with an embarrassed look on his face, and said bravely.

Haha~

"No problem."

"Take a bite." Wang Xiaoer looked at the boss in front of him with dissatisfaction, obviously thinking that he was being fooled by a fool.

Yan Jiecheng took a bite and found it was too salty.

What kind of cook is this?

"I'm sorry, please wait a moment, I'll ask the chef to make a new one for you." Yan Jiecheng apologized quickly.

"That's pretty much it."

When Yan Jiecheng returned to the kitchen with a plate of food, his eyes widened with anger.

"Didn't you say that your cooking skills are about the same as those of Silly Zhu? Why don't you taste any saltiness?"

Bah~

"Too salty."

"Too bland."

.....

Many people threw their chopsticks on the table with unlucky looks and left angrily.

"You haven't paid yet?"

Snap~

"You have the nerve to ask for money. If you finish eating the front part, I will pay you." One of the diners pointed at the pig food and asked Yan Jiecheng to eat it.

There are too many people here.

Even Yan Jiecheng felt a little scared.

"Let's go."

....

It won’t take a while.

All the guests in this small restaurant left, leaving Yan Jiecheng sitting on a chair in despair. The sign of this restaurant is very important.

When everyone thinks it tastes bad.

Then I won’t be patronizing the restaurant.

...

"You liar."

Yan Jiecheng looked at these former apprentices of He Yuzhu. They all looked like hammers and had nothing, yet they still dared to raise their wages with him.

"Get out, get out."

Yan Jiecheng cursed angrily.

"Boss, what's the salary?"

One of the chefs asked cautiously.

Haha~

"The salary is nothing. I have a good restaurant that was ruined by you all of a sudden and closed down. Why do I still want to ask for money? Who will be responsible for my losses?"

"You are acting rogue."

The chef said dissatisfied.

"Really? I won't give it to you, let's see what you can do." Yan Jiecheng now wants to drive them all away immediately.

If there is not enough success, there is more than enough failure.

Such a person deserves to be here to talk about these things with him.

"Humph."

"Brothers, since this old Yan refuses to pay us wages, then we can move home based on what we see." One of the dark-skinned men.

A fierce look on his face.

Dissatisfied.

"Yes."

In a short time, even the tables, chairs and benches were all evacuated. Yan Jiecheng also tried to stop him, but unfortunately he was unable to fight with four hands and was knocked down.

I immediately became honest.

Night falls.

While Yan Laoji was still dreaming, he came to the small restaurant again, thinking of helping, but when he walked in, it looked like it had been looted.

Empty.

Nothing is left.

Only the devastated Yan Jiecheng sat on the ground and cried.

"What's going on?" Yan Laozhao was a little panicked. This was the restaurant where he had taken out all his coffin books and invested in it, but he hadn't paid back yet.

This was completely looted.

"Come to Lao Wang from the police station."

"It's useless."

Yan Jiecheng's eyes were dull. He had also looked for it, but he did not pay the workers wages. This was what they deserved, and there was no reason to tell anyone.

"Why did it become like this all of a sudden?" Yan Laojie was a little confused.

Trembling body, leaning against the wall.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, smoked it, and calmed down.

"Their cooking was terrible. The customers were dissatisfied and left cursing. They also wanted wages, and it became what it is now."

Sure enough.

Some things are only believed when they are seen, and you cannot listen to what they say.

"What should I do?"

Yan Laojie can't bear to put in so much effort, all of it is in vain.

"It's no use."

Yan Jiecheng just wants to go home and drink to relieve his worries. He borrowed some money, but now he has nothing left behind.

A touch of sadness.

"Wrong."

Yan Laojie thought of He Yuzhu. He was the only one who could save him now. If He Yuzhu was invited back, the hotel's business would slowly improve.

"He Yuzhu."

In the courtyard.

Yan Laojie knocked on He Yuzhu's door in a panic, with an embarrassed look on his face. He looked at He Yuzhu who was eating and drinking, and said tremblingly.

"Zhuzi, Third Uncle, I admit my defeat. Can you come to the small restaurant and work? As long as you have a request, we will definitely agree to it." Yan Laojie was desperate.

If He Yuzhu is still here.

Less than half a year.

He can earn back all his capital.

"Not going."

He Yuzhu shook his head lightly, with a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes. Without your skills, who are you?

This....

Yan Laojie was a little anxious.

He also knew that what he was doing was a little unethical. The business had just started to pick up, so he was just trying to kill the donkey, but now he was also a little desperate.

"Silly Zhu, please help the third uncle." Yan Laochao knelt directly in front of He Yuzhu. This was not the time to save face.

Loss relative to wallet.

He doesn't care about this little bit of face.

Ahem~

"It's not that I won't go, third uncle, our Zhuzi also wants to open a restaurant." Wang Cuihua said.

What?

He never imagined that He Yuzhu would go it alone, so wouldn't his coffin be forever irretrievable?

This...

"Master, see if you can give me some persuasion." At this time, Yan Laojiu thought of Old Man Yi, if he could also give him some persuasion.

This is very likely to save the situation.

"Yan Laoji, what should I say?"

Inside the hospital.

Old Man Yi is also helpless. If He Yuzhu wants to make money, how can he make money for you? Isn’t this forcing others to do something difficult?

Don’t do your own business.

Just to help you. When you were undressing and killing the donkey yesterday, why didn’t you think that today would happen?

Hey!

Yan Laojie sat helplessly on the steps, looking at the waning moon in the sky, and slapped himself in annoyance. He just wanted to take some lunch boxes home.

Don’t you just earn a little too much?

How could I be so stingy?

Not far away.

Qin Huairu sat on the steps, eating steamed noodles and listening to Yan Laojie's regrets. This person always knows what is the most precious thing when he loses it.

"Huairu."

The third aunt looked at Qin Huairu, maybe thinking that He Yuzhu was still obsessed with this pretty widow at this time.

"Don't."

Qin Huairu turned her head, and so did the third aunt. Isn't this embarrassing to Wang Cuihua?

How could he, an outsider, decide He Yuzhu’s actions?

"Third aunt, I have nothing to do with Zhu Zhu. We are just ordinary neighbors. If you ask me to plead for mercy, aren't you afraid that Wang Cuihua will kick me out directly?"

Qin Huairu quickly explained.

Sweep the floor out.

This is a more elegant way of saying it. In fact, it may sound like a shrew, tearing apart. I won’t say who He Yuzhu will help when the time comes.

Qin Huairu is an outsider anyway.

"That's right."

The third aunt nodded in disappointment and returned to the house.

After talking about some things, I found that they were useless.