The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

Yangjiayan Wangfujing Store is not the largest Yangjiayan store, but it is the main store of Yangjiayan. This small building was expanded after government planning, so it looks like a courtyard house that can be viewed as a scenic spot, rather than a restaurant.

But just such a main store, which is not ranked among all Yang Family Banquet shops in terms of area, has the highest annual turnover among all Yang Family Banquet shops, and it is also the most powerful shop.

Because almost all the store managers of the Yangjiayan branch basically came out of this store, and the shortest head chef of all the stores also worked as a trainee in the back kitchen of the main store for half a year.

Today, the Yang Family Banquet ushered in the most grand inspection since the store opened. Apart from the current boss Ran Feifei, Mr. Yi, who hasn't shown much in recent years, and the legendary big boss will all come to eat in the store. From the morning, whether it is the waiter or the chef in the back kitchen, every detail is carefully done, for fear of any mistakes.

"Whenever you have free time, go out and walk more often. Don't stay at home all the time. How about I send you to the countryside to live with Mr. Xuan for a few days?" A group of people got out of an inconspicuous car.

Yang Dongxu supported Nalan Yi, whose body was trembling, and his heart was very complicated. Although he had seen a lot of birth, old age, illness and death in his previous life, he even carried coffins to several old people in the village and sent them to the cemetery. But after hearing that Mr. Yi fell ill, I still couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness welling up in my heart.

"Yeah, I need to go out for a walk more. If I don't go, I won't have a chance to look around." Mr. Yi patted the back of Yang Dongxu's hand to support him.

Compared to Nalan Yi, the chef who was full of red and round, now Mr. Yi is very stooped. With such a big frame, the body is thinner but less than a hundred catties. Although this serious illness didn't kill him, it dragged down his body. It's really hard to say how long he can live.

"Why don't you go back to the courtyard, and I'll bring Mrs. Sun back to show you." Yang Dongxu felt that his nose was a bit blocked.

When Nalan Yi was sick, he didn't know that Mr. Yi kept telling him to burn a piece of paper when he died. Da Ming didn't die, he seemed to feel that his life was about to die. He wanted to take a look at the place where he used to work, so Nalan's family notified Yang Dongxu.

"No need, I know my body well. I have experienced hardships and enjoyed blessings in this life. Although I don't have a son to die when I am old, I have a better grandson. It is worth it, and there is nothing to miss." Mr. Yi said with a smile.

A group of people walked through the lobby and came to the kitchen behind. With the support of Yang Dongxu, Nalan Yi looked at all the corners of the kitchen, and then nodded in satisfaction. This is the job he insisted on when he was the head chef. Compared with the entire Yang Family Banquet kitchen, which is his territory, he does not allow any flaws here.

"Let's sit down in the box and ask each of them to cook a dish for you, and you can taste it." Seeing that Mr. Yi seemed to be struggling to move, Yang Dongxu turned his head away. A few of them were cooks that Mr. Yi used to take care of, and they also secretly turned their heads and wiped their tears.

"Why cry? If you can live this grade, even if you die, you will be happy and mournful. I won't taste food. I'm old and my tongue has lost consciousness. Everything tastes the same. I won't give you any advice so as not to mislead your children. "Grandpa Yi glared at them, then patted Yang Dongxu's arm, indicating that he finished reading the kitchen and went to the food warehouse behind.

Looking at Mr. Yi's appearance, Yang Dongxu felt sad from his heart, and his words that seemed to comfort others expressed the sadness of Mr. Yi now. A cook who lost his sense of taste undoubtedly lost half of his life. This was the root cause of his collapse.

Mr. Yi looked at all the vegetable storage area, fresh-keeping area, and freezing area and nodded with satisfaction: "The new life is good, unlike the ones who want to eat cold food in this hot weather before, that is the patent of noble people.

Poor people can't afford ice in hot weather. But fortunately, I am a cook, and I can cook whatever I want when I go to a rich family, and I have never been hungry no matter whether it is a war or a calamity. "

Mr. Yi, who was almost walking with the support of Yang Dongxu, was panting and sweating on his forehead after walking around. The daughter-in-law quickly took out a ginseng slice from the bag and let him suck it for a while to get better.

"You can move back to the courtyard. I'll bring Mrs. Sun back, and I'll take care of your body." Yang Dongxu pleaded again.

"No need, how can a good person make the dead suffer bad luck? It's really enough and worth living. You don't have to worry about me, an old man." Nalan Yi waved his hand.

"How about I invite the old man back to accompany you?"

"I said, don't be so troublesome. Don't bother other people when you are old. I will go down to explore the way for Master Xuan and those old guys. Maybe I can open a restaurant after I go down. Wait for them to go down. Once there, there will be a place to drink and chat." Mr. Yi put his hand on the back of Yang Dongxu's hand. He turned his head and looked at his grandson who had grown tall and looked like an adult.

"Don't worry, no one can bully the little tiger head with me." Yang Dongxu assured.

"That's not the case." Mr. Yi shook his head: "If I can take care of you, I will definitely take care of you. I don't worry about it. But don't force it. Your children and grandchildren have their own blessings. He will eat meat if he wants to live up to his expectations, and drink water if he doesn't live up to his expectations. This is nothing. You're so resentful, you don't have to be too concerned.

A person who enjoys others without himself is not a blessing or a curse. I can see it more clearly than you. If he doesn't live up to expectations, don't bother with him. The descendants of the Nalan family can't live by themselves, so they should simply die so as not to embarrass their ancestors. "

"No, little tiger head is very competitive, even without my help he can live well." Yang Dongxu said.

"Then you don't need to worry about it, my grandson is no worse than anyone else." Nalan Yi showed a proud smile on his face.

Since his son's accident, he can say that he has put all his thoughts on educating his grandson. Xiaohutou is really competitive with his father, although his school performance has not been very good.

But there is nothing to say about character or morality. He does have the ability to do business if he can't go to school, so he feels that his grandson is very good, at least better than his own son. It's just that although grandson likes business and is willing to open a restaurant, he just doesn't want to be a cook and can't inherit his mantle, which makes him feel a little regretful.

After eating lunch in the store, no matter how Yang Dongxu tried to persuade him to stay, Mr. Yi chose to go back to the countryside after seeing the place where he used to work and feeling satisfied. According to him, the weather is hot now, and the dead will stink after being transported home, and the mourners will feel tired when they arrive, so it's better to go home and wait for convenience without causing trouble to others.

"What did the doctor say?" Yang Dongxu asked after sending the group into the car.

"It's said that the organs are failing badly. Let the old man do whatever he wants to do during this time, and let the family spend more time with him." Cui's mother turned her head and wiped the tears in her eyes.

Mr. Yi's family lived in the courtyard for a while, and Xiaohutou's mother and Aunt Cui were even very close. So when Yang Dongxu was with Mr. Yi just now, they were accompanying Little Hutou's mother.

Hearing Mama Cui's words, Yang Dongxu's eyes couldn't help but dim. For the first time, he felt that no matter how rich he was, and even with a famous doctor like Sun Lao who could be called a half-immortal, he was still so powerless in the face of life, old age, sickness and death in nature.

"Those people seem to be a little restless recently." Yang Dongxu looked sideways at Du Fei.

His current enemies are obviously not only those who are jealous and want to kill pigs and eat meat, but those rats who have been honest for several years under the shock of his thunderous fury, these few years have begun to move around again.

And this time it was very smart not to start directly, but chose a roundabout investment. In this way, in the country, everyone is no longer shouting and beating, but using money to win over some people and fanning the flames secretly from time to time.

"Do you want to do it?" Du Fei asked without any fluctuation.

Yang Dongxu opened his mouth, and finally asked Du Fei for a cigarette, lit it in his mouth and took a puff, recognized the smoke, and said after a while, "Make preparations to prevent those people from jumping over the wall in a hurry. As for the black hand, I don't need it now. I want to Let them know that they are a bunch of rubbish, whether they come here to play tricks or play tricks."

Du Fei returned to the courtyard at night and handed him a piece of information, and then in the next few days, Dongzi, Fu Dehai, Fu Decai, Yu Feihong, Wu Aibing, etc. also sent the materials collected in the past few years to the courtyard .

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws, and there is nothing we can do about it." Seeing Yang Dongxu who was still in the study at one o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhou Ya came in with a plate of fruit.

"I know, the revenge that needs to be avenged has been avenged, and I won't be as crazy as before. It's just that these rats need to be cleaned up. It will be 97 years next year. When they are cleaned up, there will be less trouble in doing things." Yang Dongxu patted Pressing the back of Zhou Ya's hand on her shoulder.

It shows that he has not lost his mind because of seeing Mr. Yi's current appearance. Sadness is certain. After all, this is an old man who has watched him grow up. But the living still have to continue to live. Some rules you can break, but some rules cannot be broken. Otherwise, even though he has a lot of energy now, it will be difficult to find a place to stay.

"Clean them up first?" Zhou Ya looked at the three documents in front of Yang Dongxu.

One is about chemical plants invested by some foreign capital, one is about paper mills, and the other is about shipping. The first two seem to be normal factory documents, but if you look closely, you will find that many things in them are superficial.

This is even more true for the last sea shipment. On the surface, it looks like it is doing normal sea trade. But if you actually check it, you will find that every time these trading companies ship goods, there are a lot of private goods mixed in, doing business on the surface and smuggling secretly.

"Garbage is garbage. It's fine if you don't help when you see that the motherland needs development. You always want to cut the flesh from the motherland, and then leave a mess and let the country wipe it." Yang Dongxu's eyes flickered cold light.