Sweet Love: No Limits to Spoiling Your Wife

Originally, Gu Sisi was very proud of her father being a soldier, but when her father became addicted to gambling, all that was brought to the family was endless disasters.

Unknowingly, Gu Sisi had been standing by the side of the road for quite a while, until a luxury car in front of her kept honking its horn, and Gu Sisi came back to her senses.

When she raised her head, she saw Xiaodong who had pulled down the window, and on the other side of Xiaodong was Xiaoxia who was driving.

The window of the back seat was also opened, and Xiaolu was waving at Gu Sisi.

"Why are you here?" Gu Sisi was a little surprised, she obviously didn't tell them that she was coming here.

"Madam's mobile phone has remote location sharing with us, so we came here together." Xiaodong explained.

They were busy working until midnight yesterday, but today they just stayed in bed for a while and got up quickly.

Through positioning, they saw that Gu Sisi was in the urban area, and the three of them followed.

"You didn't rest last night, okay? I wanted to give you a day off today, but you came here again." Looking at the dark circles under the eyes of the three of them, Gu Sisi also felt a little sorry.

Xiaodong quickly shook his head: "It's nothing, we didn't protect Madam well before, Madam didn't blame us and we were satisfied, how could Madam give us a holiday."

"That's right, we only follow Madam for one day at a time, so we have a lot of time." Xiaolu added, and the car door was also opened for Gu Sisi to sit in.

This is the city center, although the car is allowed to park, but after all it is not good to stand on the street and talk like this, so Gu Sisi also got into the car.

"Anyway, thank you all." Gu Sisi sincerely thanked the three of them.

At this time, Uncle Ma has also returned to the mansion.

Ding Fan was watching over the restaurant, and there would be no problems, so Uncle Ma could go out with confidence.

"Father." Uncle Ma stood beside his white-haired father, lowered his head and called out.

"You still know how to come back?" The old man snorted, very dissatisfied with Uncle Ma's practice of rarely going home to see him.

"I'm sorry, I will pay attention in the future." Uncle Ma readily admitted his mistake, but these were just greetings, not the real reason why Uncle Ma came here.

After chatting with Uncle Ma for a few more words, the old man raised his eyes to look at Uncle Ma: "Little bastard, tell me, what's the matter?"

There was no look of surprise on Uncle Ma's face when his thoughts were exposed by the old man.After all, he hadn't been back for a long time, and he didn't bring anything with him when he came back this time, because he was looking for his old man for something, which was easy to see.

"It's about the Eight Immortals, Father." Uncle Ma said respectfully, and at the same time he couldn't help sneaking a glance at the old man's face, his fists clenched tightly, unable to tell what he was thinking.

The old man laughed: "Eight Immortals, you comprehend it more thoroughly than me, so you can't come here to ask how to do it?"

"I met a kid named Zhou Xiao today. He said that the Eight Immortals were passed down from his family's ancestors, and he was lost to his father by his grandfather." Uncle Ma talked about the reason why he came here, and he never took his eyes off the old man. .

The old man sighed: "There is such a thing."

Uncle Ma's heart beat faster, and his voice became urgent: "That old Mr. Zhou went bankrupt because of gambling, and owed a lot of foreign debts. Does this matter have anything to do with father?"

It is precisely because he has a deep understanding of the Eight Immortals, and also understands the value of the Eight Immortals. How could the Zhou family clearly bet on such a powerful thing, and lost to his father with an understatement? He believes.

"Hey, I didn't plan to tell you about this at first, but I didn't expect you to meet his descendants... How is that kid named Zhou Xiao doing now?" Then he smiled wryly and shook his head, instead of answering Uncle Ma's question, he cared about Zhou Xiao instead.

This made Uncle Ma even more uncomfortable: "Does it have anything to do with my father?"

"Maybe... a little bit?" The old man hesitated for a while, but still didn't deny the matter.

Uncle Ma's eyes widened in disbelief, looking at his father who he always thought was upright: "Their family obviously..."

"I didn't gamble with Mr. Zhou. At that time, Mr. Zhou found me and said that he owed a lot of money, and those people wanted him to exchange the recipes of the Eight Immortals. He was really desperate. He couldn't bear to see the Eight Immortals in dust, so he gave the recipes of the Eight Immortals to me. He told me that he couldn't continue to pass on the Eight Immortals, so I must fulfill his wish." Thinking of what happened back then, the old man also had a somewhat sad expression on his face.

"I intend to help him pay off his foreign debts, but he refuses to take any money. He also said that the Eight Immortals are not something that can be traded. He just wants to pass on the recipes of the Eight Immortals." Regarding how much Mr. Zhou cherishes the recipes of the Eight Immortals, The old man still felt a little sigh in his heart.

As a chef, what I am most afraid of is not that I have run out of talents and cannot hold a knife, but that my skills will not be handed down. Mr. Zhou is the same for the Eight Immortals.

Even if he gambles red-eyed and loses his fortune, he is unwilling to exchange the Eight Immortals for any money.

At that time, the old man was still the president of the Kitchen Association, and he had a high reputation in the industry, and it was the first time that Mr. Zhou made a bad move.

Even if you are a gambler, you still have a pure land of perseverance in your heart.

The Eight Immortals are the deepest and most important thing in Mr. Zhou's heart.

Hearing what the old man said, Uncle Ma was also stunned.

He originally thought that his father had used some means to deceive the Eight Immortals' recipes, or some other reason, but he didn't expect this to be the case.

"I'm sorry, father, I..." Uncle Ma was a little embarrassed. He felt that it was too bad that he misunderstood his father before, and now he looked at the old man with guilt.

"If you really feel sorry for me, you can visit my old man more often. I haven't seen you for so many years, and now I finally found you back. You don't want to come and sit more." The old man didn't What special expression, just laughed and scolded Uncle Ma twice, and then said leisurely.

Uncle Ma nodded quickly: "As long as I am free, I will definitely visit my father often."

"Okay, when you come next time, remember to bring that kid from Zhou's family with you, and we'll return the Eight Immortals' recipe." The old man nodded in satisfaction, and he did not forget to ask Uncle Ma to bring Zhou Xiao over.

The old man had also heard about the bankruptcy of their family before. At that time, he provided a residence for the Zhou family, and did not collect rent at all, and did not put it in the name of the Zhou family, just to prevent those unscrupulous means of asking for debts.

Later, when he was busy, he gradually forgot about this matter. Who knew that the descendants of the Zhou family could come to the capital now.

It's time for such a long time to come to an end.

With a smile on his face, the old man watched Uncle Ma leave, and pushed the wheelchair back to the room himself.

Gu Sisi received a message from Uncle Ma, which contained all the information about the Ma family and the Zhou family.

After reading these, Gu Sisi felt very uncomfortable.

She is an outsider, and she has no way to judge whether Mr. Zhou's actions are right or wrong. In Gu Sisi's opinion, if she had sold the Eight Immortals to her grandfather at that time, it would not only allow the Eight Immortals to pass on, but also solve her own family's problems. Disaster for future generations.

But Mr. Zhou, as a chef, the palace banquet dishes handed down from his ancestors, the Eight Immortals are his persistence in his heart, and they are the most inseparable existence in his chef career. He doesn't want to use money to measure it, which is why this is the case.

Gu Sisi passed on the news of Uncle Ma to Zhou Xiao, no matter what, as a member of the Zhou family, Zhou Xiao still needs to know this news.

Zhou Xiao never replied to her, and Gu Sisi didn't know whether he saw it or not.

In fact, Zhou Xiao did see it, but he simply didn't want to reply.

From Zhou Xiao's point of view, he doesn't like his grandfather.

If the Eight Immortals were sold, so many things would not have happened, and he would not have watched his father suffer from illness due to overwork, and finally died of illness at home because he had no money to buy medicine.

At that time, he didn't even have the money for the burial, and debtors came to him one after another. Even if his father was dead, he would never be at peace.

Zhou Xiao clenched the phone tightly, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.

He still sent a message to Gu Sisi.

"I don't want the Eight Immortals, and I don't need to see people."

From Zhou Xiao's own character, one can infer his grandfather's character. Both of them have the same arbitrary self. Few people can influence his decision, so the matter of the Eight Immortals has always been a predetermined ending.

But if it was Zhou Xiao, he would never touch gambling in the first place.

After Zhou Xiao sent the message, he threw the phone down from the second floor of the villa. Seeing the phone smashed to pieces on the ground, his mood seemed to improve a lot.

"Buy me ten more mobile phones, and I'll drop them for fun." Zhou Xiao turned his head to look at Ji Nan who was standing beside him, hesitant to speak, and his tone was extraordinarily casual.

He is worth a lot now, and he can afford to buy a mobile phone for smashing and playing.

Ji Nan also saw this matter, so he didn't refuse Zhou Xiao's request, and went to buy a mobile phone after saying yes.

Of course, in order to save money, Ji Nan bought cheap mobile phones, one or two thousand yuan.

But even so, Ji Nan still felt a bit heartbroken watching Zhou Xiao throw cell phones downstairs with no expression on his face, smashing them to pieces.

"Is it better?" Of course, Ji Nan didn't dare to say it out, it was all Zhou Xiao's money that bought these flowers, Zhou Xiao didn't feel bad, and he didn't need to feel bad.

"En." Zhou Xiao nodded, and stretched out his hand in front of Ji Nan.

Knowing what he meant, Ji Nan quickly handed over the new mobile phone he bought for Zhou Xiao.

This is different from the mobile phone that Zhou Xiao used to throw, but it is the same brand as the mobile phone that Zhou Xiao first used.