Siheyuan: The happy life of a little chef

Han Chunming was in a bad mood these days. He hardly even went to the company and kept himself locked in the room.

Apart from Cai Xiaoli bringing him meals, he even didn't want to see Aunt Han, which made Aunt Han sigh all day long.

On the other side, Cheng Jianjun, who had gone out to study, returned.

Meng Xiaoxing asked impatiently.

"How's it going? Did you learn it?"

Cheng Jianjun smiled confidently.

"We'll know when the time comes. Now we need to rent a place. I brought some works back this time. Whether it will be successful or not depends on the results."

Meng Xiaoxing was very excited. If it succeeded, wouldn’t she make a fortune?

The two of them disguised themselves slightly and even changed their accents, successfully tricked one person, and then moved away immediately.

"Jianjun, you can do it. We are going to get rich."

Cheng Jianjun smiled.

"I told you to follow me. Now I'm going to find a place to build a kiln. Let's make a batch first."

While Cheng Jianjun and his wife were counterfeiting, Su Meng's antique shop was completed.

Looking at the beautifully decorated antique shop, Su Meng smiled happily.

"This decoration looks grand and powerful. Our business will surely be booming."

Li Yuan also nodded.

"I looked around here and our store is the best."

Soon a lot of things were moved in.

Su Meng looked at the antiques that were moved in and asked in confusion.

"Uncle, so many things?"

Uncle Su Meng smiled.

"How is that possible? Some of them are fake. I took them out just to show off. The real ones are put in the back. I only feel at ease leaving the valuable ones at home."

Su Meng asked.

"Since we're opening a store, of course we have to put real things on display. Otherwise, if people find out we have fakes, how can we still do business?"

Uncle Su Meng said indifferently.

"We mainly collect. We only make a few dollars if we sell it to domestic customers. How can we earn more than if we sell it abroad?"

Su Meng nodded.

"Yes, I had forgotten all about it."

Li Yuan said.

"Uncle is right. I heard that this place was robbed before and the boss almost went bankrupt. We should be careful."

Han family.

Han Chunming stayed at home for a few days, but his mood was still not good. Finally, he couldn't stay there any longer. He wanted to find someone to have a drink with, so he came to Hou Su'e's teahouse to find Hou Polan.

Coincidentally, Hou Paolan is really here.

"Raggedy Hou, come on, have a drink with me."

Hou Paolan was somewhat surprised when he saw the haggard Han Chunming.

"What's wrong? I haven't seen you for a few days, and you look so haggard. Chunming, the dead cannot be resurrected, you should be more open-minded."

Hou Paolan thought that Han Chunming thought the old man was dead, so he was so sad.

Han Chunming ignored him and pulled his hand to go across the street to drink. There was no other way, Hou Polan could only risk his life to accompany the gentleman.

Hou Su'e was standing at the door. When she saw Hou Polan and Han Chunming enter the restaurant, she immediately said something to the bartender and left to run home.

She knew that her father's drinking would not stop in a short time, and she didn't know what was going on. These past few days, her father had been guarding against her like a thief, leaving her with no chance at all. Today was a godsend opportunity, so she went home immediately to take action.

When I got home, I opened the door and slipped straight in.

When she was not working, she came to do laundry and cooking for Hou Polan every day. She knew where all his things were.

Not only does she know where they are, she also knows what objects Hou Pao Lan likes to play with, so those are the ones that must not be taken away, as you never know when he might take them out to play with them, so her targets are those that Hou Pao Lan doesn't often look at.

It was her first time, so she didn’t dare take too many items. Her heart was beating so fast that she only took three items.

She finally relaxed when she returned to the teahouse, and pretended nothing had happened, hiding the things in the office.

On the other side, Han Chunming and Polan Hou had a few drinks at the table.

It was then that Marquis Pauper spoke.

"Chunming, what's wrong with you?"

Han Chunming was really holding it in, and Polan Hou was not an outsider, so he told Polan Hou the news of Uncle Guan's fake death.

At first, Hou Polan was so surprised that he couldn't speak. He just thought about it and smiled.

"The old man wants to see all kinds of life."

Han Chunming was stunned for a moment. His mind was filled with the thought that he had been deceived by his master, and he had never thought about these things carefully.

Hou Polan looked at the dazed Han Chunming and knew that he had never thought about this question.

"Alas, the old man must want to see what people will do after his death, and whether it will be detrimental to the Guan family. To put it bluntly, he actually wants to test you. Your brother-in-law sees it clearly. He must know that the old man did not do it right and cheated you."

Even if Han Chunming knew what Uncle Guan was thinking, it would not matter. A lie is a lie.

"He has gone to hide away, but I am sad. I was planning to take care of the Guan family's affairs, but now my brother-in-law has intervened, and his plan has failed."

The ragged Hou smiled.

"So, I have always advocated building a good relationship with your brother-in-law. He is a man of courage and wealth, but he holds grudges. It is not easy to offend him. Uncle Guan plotted against you and even the Han family was involved. Can he let the old man have an easy life?"

Han Chunming drank another glass of wine.

"I almost got into a fight with my brother-in-law over this, and ended up getting beaten, twice."

Baolanhou smiled.

"Is there such a thing? Tell me about it and make me happy."

Looking at the gloating Hou Lalan, Han Chunming rolled his eyes at him unhappily and immediately changed the subject.

"Oh, my mom said, just treat my master as dead. What a big deal! My master messed up this time and really killed himself."

Hou Lanhou shook his head.

"Your mother must be sad too. After all, she has taken care of the old man for so long. He just lied when he said so. Who wouldn't be sad? I can only say that he miscalculated."

Han Chunming asked.

"How to say?"

Hou Paolan picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the food and said.

"Think about it, you are sad now, and you are angry because you know he lied to you, but what about over time? Slowly the sadness will turn into longing. When he comes back to life, will you still blame him? I'm afraid you will only be happy that he is still alive?"

Han Chunming nodded.

"That's true. The old man has a very accurate grasp of emotional changes!"

The ragged Hou smiled.

"But he still lost to Li Jianjun. Li Jianjun could tell at a glance that he was faking his death. It was incredible!"

Han Chunming said with complicated eyes.

"I really don't know whether I should thank my brother-in-law or hate him."

The rag-and-bone Hou advised.

"Not really. You are a family, and he didn't harm you. According to what he said, I'm afraid the Guan family will cause trouble in the future. This trouble may not be small. He is solving the trouble for you."

Han Chunming didn't know what to say and immediately raised his glass.

"Come on, have another drink. Let's not talk about it anymore. Let's just do what we have to do."

The broken Hou could only accompany him.

"Walk."

After finishing his drink and putting down his glass, Marquis Paola said.

"I heard that Su Meng wants to open an antique shop?"

Han Chunming rubbed his eyebrows.

"Yes, they were already buying when I called you to tell you, and they were all thinking about selling the products to make a lot of money."

Hou Lanhou shook his head.

"This kind of person only cares about money, just like her uncle. Chunming, I'm not saying it in hindsight, but it's a good thing you didn't marry her, otherwise you might not be able to keep those things."

Han Chunming said loudly.

"No way. Even if I marry her, I won't give her things to sell abroad. These are two different things."

Polan Hou believed what he said, but there is also a term called pillow talk, which might come true one day. However, Polan Hou did not say it out loud. He is an experienced person and knows the power of pillow talk.