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"Just call me Old Shan," Shou Shan added.
"Ah, you're the owner of the restaurant?" On one hand, Li Zhaokun was surprised that the owner of the restaurant would come out to greet him. On the other hand, he thought that the owner of such a big restaurant must be a rich man. "Hello, hello."
It immediately ignited another 800 degrees of enthusiasm.
"Yes, yes," Shou Shan said with a guilty conscience. Damn it, your son is the big boss, okay? I'm just a worker.
They found a private room at random. There weren't many customers at noon. After sitting down, Shou Shan passed the menu to Li Zhaokun and asked with a smile, "What do you want to eat, brother? Just order it, I can make it."
Li Zhaokun took the menu and was attracted by the pictures. These pictures were taken according to Li He's suggestion. They were colorful pictures that were taken at a high price. It wasn't the only one because many restaurants had started to do the same. It was easy to see what kind of dishes they were serving. Customers would come in and have a good appetite, and they wouldn't waste time introducing the dishes.
Li Zhaokun flipped through the pictures curiously. When he looked at the prices below the pictures, he was a little uncertain. A plate of steamed pork with rice flour costs seven yuan and a plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes costs one yuan. Why didn't he just rob a bank? Wouldn't it be faster? No wonder he's so friendly to me and my son. He's treating us like fools.
He thought that the owner of such a big restaurant wasn't someone to be trifled with. He didn't flare up and pushed the menu back to Shou Shan. "Why don't we wait and have some tea first? It's hot, let's order later."
He could see that the tea was free.
Shou Shan looked at Li He. Li He said, "Just serve us whatever you want."
Shou Shan nodded and went out. Li He said that he would do whatever he wanted, but he didn't really mean it. There was no one else like him.
When Li Zhaokun saw that Shou Shan had left, he anxiously said, "That son of a bitch is trying to rip us off. Did you see that? He dared to charge seven dollars for a plate of meat. This kind of person should have children."
Li He hurriedly interrupted. Dear father, you are cursing your own son!
"No, that's the price of this restaurant. They cook very well, or else I wouldn't have brought you here, right? Don't worry about it, just wait for the food to be served."
Usually, Li Zhaokun could only get two or three yuan from Wang Yulan as pocket money. He wanted to start a business, but he didn't have the capital. That was why he thought of a way to sell the big fat pig at home. It was such a difficult life.
At this time, his son didn't even care about the ten yuan or eight yuan of cauliflower, so he couldn't help but come up with a plan. "Why don't we not eat this meal? It's so expensive. Anyway, you're treating me, so you can save the money for the meal and give it to me."
"If we just leave like this, how embarrassing would it be? People would think that we can't afford to eat." Li He wasn't that soft-hearted. He was afraid that if he gave the money, he wouldn't be able to find them. It was better to stay by her side for now, and then think of a way to coax her back to her hometown.
Li Zhaokun deeply agreed, but for the sake of his face, he endured it for now.
Shou Shan brought his disciple and set up a table full of dishes. Then, he opened a bottle of Maotai and sat on the chair next to Li Zhaokun. "Brother, let's drink a bottle."
Li Zhaokun thought to himself, since you're eating with us, you should at least pay half the price, right?
"Brother, it must not have been easy to come all the way here. Consider this meal as a welcoming dinner for you." Shou Shan first poured a cup for Li Zhaokun and was about to pour for Li He, but Li He waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want to drink.
Li He said, "Father, Boss Shou said he's treating, so you two should drink more."
Li Zhaokun had been calculating for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out how much this table would cost. When he heard that Shou Shan was treating, he was delighted. He happily raised his cup and said, "You're too polite. Come, let's drink."
The more he drank, the more courageous he became. After being praised by Shou Shan with a few words, he wasn't as reserved anymore. He took off his shirt, bared his arms, and hugged a pig bone as he gnawed on it.
Shou Shan gave him a thumbs up. "You really, really can hold your liquor."
"This Maotai, I'm too lazy to drink it at home. It's boring." Li Zhaokun wasn't bragging. Every year during the New Year, Li He would think of ways to get something from the county's supply and marketing cooperative. He really didn't lack Li Zhaokun's wine.
The two chatted happily. Shou Shan had been working as a waiter in a restaurant since he was fifteen or sixteen, so he naturally knew how to coax people. Li Zhaokun, on the other hand, liked to brag after drinking a few cups of wine. He was naturally happy to have someone flatter him.
Two bottles of white wine. Each of them had a bottle of white wine.
For the next few days, they ate and drank at the restaurant every day. Li Zhaokun was having so much fun that he forgot about his duties.
When Li He saw that he couldn't go on like this, he started to cook noodles at home.
Li Zhaokun ate blandly and asked, "Why don't you go out to eat?"
"They're doing business. How can they let us eat and drink for free every day? Even if they pay us, eating two meals is equivalent to a month's salary. Let's just make do with noodles. "
Li Zhaokun heard that it was the truth, so he lowered his head and continued to slurp the noodles.
Chang Jing asked, "Your father is here. Do you want me to cook for you for a few days to entertain him?"
Li He replied, "No, he's not particular about food."
Li Zhaokun was bored every day, so he started to stroll around after meals. He wasn't afraid of the heat in the afternoon. He learned from the city and stuffed his shirt into his pants, purposely revealing his shiny belt. These were all new clothes that Li He had bought for him according to his size.
Old Man Zhang, who even began to walk like a phone booth, had his hands behind his back, his head held high, and his chest puffed out. He was so imposing. Once, he even boldly walked past the police. The police did not ask him for a recommendation letter, and even greeted him warmly, "Master, I'm taking a walk."
Although he was very nervous and his legs were about to give way, he still pretended to be reserved and nodded.
This successful adventure made him extremely happy. It turned out that he could also be a city person.
As long as he didn't speak, who would know that he was a foreigner?
He couldn't speak, or else he would be exposed. He spoke with a Dutch accent, and it wasn't as simple as changing the words' I 'to' I 'in Mandarin.
Old man Zhang saw Li Zhaokun looking around, so he walked up and handed him a cigarette. He smiled and asked, "Teacher Li, are you really your son?"
"Who?" Li Zhaokun hadn't reacted yet, but when someone came to talk to him, he was still very happy. He said, "My son's name is Erhe Li."
Old man Zhang didn't know what Li He's full name was, so he pointed in the direction of Li He's house and said, "He's at the house around the corner. His surname is Li, and he's a teacher at the school."
Li Zhaokun said, "Of course he's my son, really my son."
Old man Zhang looked Li Zhaokun up and down and said, "You don't look like him."
Li Zhaokun couldn't stand being lied to, so he became anxious. "What do you mean you don't look like him? If you don't believe me, I can bring my son over and compare him with you. No one said he didn't look like him. "
There was a group of people chatting around the telephone booth. Seeing Li Zhaokun's naive expression, everyone laughed.
Old man Zhang said, "Alright, alright, we believe you."
The group of people laughed again.
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