There was no eldest grandson, nor a daughter-in-law.
In such circumstances, how long could a mothers fondness for her returning son last? In reality, it wouldnt take many days. A few instances of sleeping in and tossing clothes around carelessly, and maternal love would diminish at an unexpectedly rapid pace.
Consequently, the elaborate six-dish-one-soup als of the first day would soon be reduced to two dishes lasting the entire day.
Then it would dwindle to no dishes at all, with just twenty yuan handed over.
Eventually, even the twenty yuan would be forgotten, and one would have to rummage through cabinets for instant noodles.
But Jiang Qin was no ordinary person; he never gave his mother the chance to resent him.
The next morning, at seven oclock, when the day was just dawning, Jiang Qin had already finished washing up. His early rising left his parents, who were preparing for work, both suspicious and puzzled, wondering what had gotten into their son.
Arent you going to sleep in now that youre back?
No, the morning hours are the most precious.
Where are you going without even eating breakfast?
To the Jizhou Library.
Watching Jiang Qin hurry out the door, his parents exchanged a look.
On the first day of the winter break, leaving at 7:30 in the morning without breakfast to go to the library? Yuan Youqin felt uneasy: Old Jiang, do you think weve been too harsh, always commanding him to study whenever we call?
What else can we do? Do you think winning university awards, especially those with trophies, is easy? Jiang Zhenghong pointed at the trophy already displayed in the living room.
We should talk to him tonight. Its frightening to see him study so hard, she said.
Dont worry too much. Hes probably just struggling to adjust his routine after coming back. Lets observe for a couple more days.
Unaware of his parents imaginations, Jiang Qin swiftly left the residential area, heading towards the library.
It was a winter morning in Jizhou City, with few people on the streets and a layer of fine mist hanging in the sky, spreading in all directions.
Feng Nanshu, dressed in a white down jacket, stood in front of the yet-to-open library, eagerly looking in his direction. Only when he erged from the mist did she dash to the roadside to wait for him, her usually aloof expression instantly turning foolishly cute.
Jiang Qin, hold hands.
Jiang Qin took her delicate, slightly cold hand, warming it with his breath before tucking it into his pocket: You thought Id refuse, right? Haha, if I said no, youd definitely start calling big brother again. Ive seen right through you.
The little rich lady looked up at him blankly, finding the handso man both smart and sowhat silly.
Why are you drooling at ? Jiang Qin narrowed his eyes.
Jiang Qin, Im hungry. Take to breakfast, Feng Nanshu rummaged in his pocket.
Jiang Qin rubbed his stomach, feeling empty too: Im hungry as well. Lets go have so lamb soup.
Okay.
The two walked hand in hand along the misty, deserted streets. This was, in fact, their first ti holding hands on the streets of Jizhou.
Passing by the gate of Chengnan High School, Jiang Qin felt an inexplicable flutter in his heart.
Standing outside the high school where you spent three years, holding hands with the most beautiful girl from those days
Damn, this feels even better than playing tricks on people.
If he were to rank it, this joy would be second only in his life.
Suddenly, Jiang Qin let go of her hand, pretending not to hold it anymore, which caused the little rich lady to hum and stuff her hand back into his.
See, this could be the top joy of his life.
About ten minutes later, Jiang Qin brought the little rich lady to Heping Road, where he had invested in a Yangs Lamb Soup House during the sumr break to test the waters.
Uncle, long ti no see.
And, aunt auntie, hello.
Yang Shuan had just returned ho for the holidays, so his father had roused him early in the morning to help out at the lamb soup shop. The shop was particularly busy on winter mornings, and with the opening of the fourth branch, they were short-staffed, so he was drafted to assist.
However, he never dreamt that his first custor of the morning would be Jiang Qin, the devil-like man, his forr high school classmate, and now his fathers sworn brother.
Honestly, when Yang Shuan called Jiang Qin uncle, he no longer felt much of a psychological barrier.
Why? Because Jiang Qin had invested over a hundred thousand in his familys business. He never took his share of the quarterly dividends, instead using them to support his father in opening more branches. Thanks to this, their family was thriving, and he was living comfortably at university.
Hearing that Guo Zihang shalessly addressed soone as godfather, why couldnt he call soone uncle? But now
Now he had to call Feng Nanshu auntie, which really made him want to die.
She was the unattainable dream of all the boys at Chengnan High School, a pure white mory in many a youth, and now she was his aunt. Damn it, who could he even complain to about this?
Shuan, back for the holidays? How did your exams go?
Jiang Qin asked with the benevolent attitude of an elder, thinking how great it felt to finally be the one asking this question.
Pretty good
Did you win the Star of Learning award?
Whats that?
Cut it out, you didnt win any awards? I was going to give you a red envelope, but never mind now.
Jiang Qin, feeling smug, led Feng Nanshu into the shop.
After a while, steaming bowls of lamb soup were served, accompanied by two flatbread pancakes and a pot of beef and glass noodle stew. It seed Yang Jianguo had taken his advice to diversify beyond just lamb soup.
Thats how it is in the catering business. Only by offering custors more choices can you ensure a stable and lasting clientele. Relying on a single product, no matter how delicious, is not a sustainable strategy. The key to a successful restaurant brand is repeat custors, but even the tastiest single product can beco tireso.
In other words, a signature dish attracts custors, but a restaurant cant rely solely on that.
Jiang Qin tore the flatbread into pieces, adding them to the lamb soup, and fed Feng Nanshu, who looked utterly content with every bite.
While eating, Jiang Qin suddenly rembered the previous nights topic and beca curious about the worth of red envelopes in wealthy families.
Do you get red envelopes during the New Year, little rich lady?
Feng Nanshu shook her head: No red envelopes.
Right, youre not short on money, Jiang Qin shrugged.
Do you get red envelopes, Jiang Qin?
Yeah, the elders usually give them. Uncles, aunts, they all give every year. You have to pretend like youre too grown-up to accept them while eagerly waiting for them to slip it into your pocket. Its quite amusing.
After thinking for a mont, Feng Nanshu took out her wallet, pulled out a hundred yuan, and handed it to Yang Shuan, who was sitting next to her, her expression as aloof as an elders.
Yang Shuan: ?
Jiang Qin: ?
After a while, Yang Jianguo arrived, warmly embracing Jiang Qin, calling him big brother.
After the pleasantries, he pulled out a contract from his bag and handed it to Jiang Qin.
A few days ago, soone approached about a franchise partnership, but I dont really understand it, so I waited for you to co back and take a look.
A franchise?
Jiang Qin skimd through the contract: Franchising is an option, but not right now. My suggestion is to first establish ourselves in the Jizhou market, build our reputation, and then consider franchising ourselves. Its better than sharing profits with others.
Yang Jianguo had blind trust in Jiang Qin and imdiately dismissed the contract: Ill follow your advice. No partnership for now, well continue to open more branches.
Dont rush with opening new branches either. We should focus on developing new nu items. Oh, I have two recipes here, one for dumplings and the other for spicy chicken. See if they work for you.
Jiang Qin took out his phone and forwarded two recipes to Yang Jianguo.
The spicy chicken recipe was given by Dong Wenhao, which they had tried during a trip to a rural resort. Jiang Qin thought the taste was excellent.
The dumpling recipe was from Song Qinqins mother. He hadnt tasted it himself, but judging by the reactions of Old Lu, Zhu Feng, and Principal Zhang, the filling must be exceptionally good.
This recipe isnt mine. If it works, consider it a technical investnt. Each year, take a portion of the revenue and give them a small share of the profits.
Alright, Ill give it a try.
Jiang Qin nodded, feeding Feng Nanshu a spoonful of lamb soup and using his little finger to wipe away the soup that spilled from the corner of her mouth.
However, this accident happened a few more tis, with soup inadvertently spilling each ti.
?
Noticing Jiang Qins realization, Feng Nanshu pursed her lips and looked away, feigning innocence.
After they finished eating, Jiang Qin got up to leave. Yang Jianguo imdiately asked his son to see uncle and auntie out. Yang Shuan, still dazed with the hundred yuan in his hand, felt his scalp tingle at the ntion of these words.
Uncle, have a safe trip ho. Please dont co again.
This nephew of mine, what are you saying? Be good at ho, dont be naughty, and dont spend that red envelope frivolously. Save it for school supplies when school starts!
In the following days, Jiang Qin continued to leave early and return late, usually leaving at seven in the morning and returning at five in the evening, always saying he was going to the library.
He had no choice; the little rich lady was waiting for him at the library. Where else could they et?
But to Yuan Youqin, this was a cause for concern. She wondered why her son was studying so hard. It wasnt high school anymore, and there was no need to be so serious about studying.
He was in university and not even dating, only focusing on his studies. How could this be right?
After much thought, she decided to put away the trophy in the living room, aiming to reduce the pressure on Jiang Qin.
Eh, wheres my trophy?
Jiang Qin ca out of his room to drink water and imdiately noticed his trophy was missing.
I put it away. Study less and watch more TV. Your dad paid the cable bill today, and weve got twenty more channels now.
??????
Jiang Qin was montarily stunned, then realized his parents had misunderstood, thinking he was actually studying at the library.
But this wasnt sothing he could easily explain, as he wasnt out dating, just hanging out with a friend. Such a modern concept would probably be hard for them to understand.
Maybe he should slack off for the next couple of days, just to stop his parents from worrying.
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