Nine Zero Little Daughter-in-law

Yan Jing looked at the little guy fondly.

At first, he was worried that the little guy would dislike Yan Xuehui, but later he realized that his worry was unnecessary.

Yan Xing likes Yan Xuehui very much, and also defends this sister very much.

It is Yan Jing's greatest expectation that the two of them get along well.

Yan Xuehui slept until eight o'clock in the evening, she went downstairs and heard voices in the living room.

Yan Jing is very busy at work, but he spends as much time with his son as possible when he is resting.

Yan Jing was playing toys with Yan Xing, when he heard footsteps, he looked up at Yan Xuehui tenderly, "Xuehui woke up."

"Dad, when did you come back, why didn't someone wake me up?"

"Xing Xing said you are very tired, I hope you can rest for a while." Yan Jing pulled his son up, "Sister woke up, go wash your hands and eat."

After watching his son go to the bathroom, Yan Jing fell on Yan Xuehui.

"Xuehui, school is about to start, have you finished your homework for the winter vacation?"

Yan Xuehui didn't dare to look into her eyes when she heard the words.

When Yan Jing saw the clenched hands beside her, he knew that she must not have finished writing.

After getting along for half a year, Yan Jing knew his daughter well.

I don't like studying and my grades are very poor.

He had enrolled her in a cram school, and he even gave her lectures in person, but he didn't motivate the little girl.

She is neither as smart as him nor as hardworking as her mother. I really don't know who this girl is like in terms of study.

Yan Jing felt a sense of powerlessness, "Come and eat!"

Yan Xuehui obediently sat in her seat.

Yan Jing gave her a bowl of rice, "School will start in a few days, and I won't be able to explain to the teacher if I can't finish my homework during the winter vacation, so don't go out to play during this time, and do homework at home."

His voice was very gentle, but Yan Xuehui could hear that it was beyond reproach.

She didn't dare to disobey Yan Jing's order, so she nodded, "Okay."

Seeing Yan Xuehui bowing her head and cowering in fear of him, Yan Jing's eyes softened, and he said earnestly like a loving father: "Father has no objection to you going out to play, but the prerequisite for you to play is to complete the tasks assigned to you by the school."

"I know, Dad."

"Father urges you to study not for my face, but for your own future."

After Yan Jing graduated from university, he worked his way to the position of dean without relying on his family connections.

Those of his classmates who were admitted to college also did well.

So he is well versed in the truth that knowledge can change destiny.

Yan Xuehui didn't take it seriously.

She is a girl, no matter how good her studies are, she will marry in the future.

Marry a rich man, eat and drink comfortably, play mahjong when you have nothing to do, and take care of the baby. Isn't this kind of life easier than going to work?

Yan Jing didn't know if Yan Xuehui had listened, but Yan Xing came out, he didn't want to say this in front of his son.

"Let's eat!"

……

the other side.

Chen Fangting accompanied Yan Wanqing to inspect the rice noodle shop.

It happened to be lunch time when two people went, and there were almost no empty seats.

They wait for the guests to leave before they can sit down.

"What do you two want to eat?"

"Two bowls of signature rice noodles."

When the rice noodles were served, Chen Fangting was amazed as soon as he took his mouth, "Its rice noodles..."

Yan Wanqing asked: "Is it delicious?"

“It tastes better than the Ma Kee rice noodles in the town.”

Chen Fangting often eats Ma Kee's rice noodles, but after comparing them now, he suddenly feels that Ma Ji's rice noodles are not delicious.

After Chen Fangting finished eating, he ordered another bowl of capers.

The signature of this restaurant is rice noodles with minced meat. The sour bean rice noodles lack minced meat, but have more sour and crunchy texture of beans, which is also delicious.

If it wasn't for the limited stomach capacity, Chen Fangting would like to try all of his rice noodles.

"Dude, is your boss here?"

"Our boss went to the hospital."

Just as they were talking, a middle-aged man with a thermos bucket entered the store, his face was sallow and haggard.

"Boss, how is Xiao Le?"

"same as usual."

The man sighed, put the thermos on the table, and opened the drawer to count the money, "How is business at noon today?"

"The master made a rough calculation. Not counting cold dishes and ingredients, he sold almost a hundred bowls of rice noodles."

"It's still not enough!"

He sighed, and suddenly remembered something, "Is there anyone here to ask about the transfer?"

"No."

The man lowered his head in frustration, and Chen Fangting's voice rang in his ears.

"Boss, do you want to transfer this shop?"

The boss looked up, "Are you interested?"

Chen Fangting nodded, "Yes!"

……

There is a yard behind the rice noodle shop, where the owner's family usually lives.

The house is kept very clean, it can be seen that the boss is a clean person.

The boss brought two cups of hot water.

"I heard from the young man that the rice noodles you ate here at noon taste alright?"

"not bad."

Chen Fangting gave a pertinent answer.

The boss smoked a cigarette and handed it to Chen Fangting, who waved his hand and refused, "I don't smoke."

The boss squeezed the cigarette into the palm of his hand.

He smiled wryly and said, "As you have seen, my business is doing well. If my son hadn't been sick and hospitalized and urgently needed money for surgery, I wouldn't have sold this shop."

"Boss, I think your business is doing well, why can't you even pay for your son's hospitalization?"

"Our rice noodles are an ancestral handicraft. The price is not high, and the profit is small but the turnover is high. It seems that we sell a lot every day, but we don't make much money."

The water and electricity of the store and the wages of the shop assistants are all money.

The money I save every year is pitifully small, and now it is all given to the hospital, and I can't even make up the surgery fee.

Yan Wanqing had a strong idea of ​​taking over this store before she came, but now seeing the anxious and worried boss, she feels that taking over this store at this time is no different from taking advantage of the fire.

"Boss, how much does your son need for the surgery?"

"Ten thousand."

"I can give you this ten thousand."

Yan Wanqing pondered for a moment and suddenly spoke.

The boss looked at Yan Wanqing in surprise, then at Chen Fangting.

"This……"

Isn't it Chen Fangting who wants to pick up his shop?

Chen Fangting said: "It's the shop where my goddaughter wants to pick you up."

The boss looked at Yan Wanqing excitedly, "Are you really willing to pick up my shop?"

The business of his store is so good, so when he posted the transfer, they didn't believe it, thinking there was a fraud in it.

Yan Wanqing said, "Yes, but I won't take over."

"What does this mean?" The boss was at a loss.

"The 1 yuan I gave you is my shareholding fee. I only get dividends as a shareholding. The right to operate this store is still yours."

The boss pondered for a moment and asked, "How much dividend do you want?"

"30.00%."

In the end, Yan Wanqing added, "What I want is not this store, but a 30.00% stake in Mijia Rice Noodles. In other words, no matter how many branches I open in the future, I will draw 30.00% of the dividends."

The boss was lost in thought.

This is not a one-time deal, but a long-term one.

Once agreed, Mijia rice noodles will be bound together with Yan Wanqing forever.