Chapter 61: Chapter 61: The Daughter Who Refuses to Eat

Fang Zhizhong felt like a genius.

However, instead of going to see Chen Mo immediately, he first went to find Mu Xin, who was packing up his stall.

“Boss Mu, what’s going on with you…” Fang Zhizhong looked at Lao Mu’s worried face, feeling confused.

Mu Xin glanced at the dispersing customers, “It’s nothing.”

Xin Zai’s proud wonton noodles suffered a setback for the first time in Jingzhou. Initially, Mu Xin tried to have Zhong Xia pull in customers.

Later, those customers took one look and said even dogs wouldn’t eat these noodles, who would eat dry noodles when there are freshly made ones?

Mu Xin wanted to explain that they were bamboo pole noodles, not dry noodles!

But those customers brought in displayed an “I’m not listening” attitude, making Mu Xin almost depressed. Seeing Boss Xiao Chen’s thriving business, Lao Mu felt his daughter was drifting away from him and had to use the trump card: Your mom’s calling you home to sleep!

He frantically comforted himself, north-south differences, north-south differences, one must understand!

Since Mu Xin said it was nothing, Fang Zhizhong did not dig deeper. Who doesn’t have some secrets?

Maybe Boss Mu was upset because he cosplayed as a stall owner all night and no one asked for his autograph? Oh right, these were terms Fang Zhizhong learned from his daughter.

“Boss Mu, there’s something I’d like to ask you.”

Mu Xin put down the big ladle in his hand, “Oh, what’s there to ask or not ask, go ahead.”

“You know how Yuanyuan has been at odds with her mom lately and isn’t eating anything? I’m afraid this can’t go on for her health.”

Mu Xin nodded in agreement, as an old father who had also raised a daughter.

It’s hard to guess a child’s mind, and if this hunger strike act turns real, it would be troublesome.

“I think the egg dumplings and noodles made by Boss Xiao Chen are delicious, but packed and brought home, they wouldn’t taste as good. So I was thinking, could I invite Boss Xiao Chen over to your restaurant to help make something and see if Yuanyuan would eat a bit?”

Mu Xin was about to refuse immediately upon hearing that Chen Mo was to cook at his restaurant, but then a thought popped into his mind.

Right!

His wonton noodles may have failed on Xuefu Street, but Yueyun Pavilion is his home turf, surely he couldn’t lose to this young boy?

He’ll bring his daughter over as well, let her see how her old man cooks. Without saying anything else, at least when she gets married she’d still miss her dad’s cooking and often come home to eat!

With this damn competitive spirit at work, Mu Xin stuck out his chest and shook Fang Zhizhong’s hand, “Boss Fang’s problem is my problem! Don’t just talk about using the kitchen, even using the entire restaurant is fine with me!”

Fang Zhizhong looked delighted, “That’s great, then it’s settled! I’ll bring Yuanyuan over tomorrow noon.”

“No problem!”

Fang Zhizhong: ???

“I don’t drink Maotai.”

Mu Xin: …

“I mean, no problem at all, just a small matter!”

Fang Zhizhong happily jogged over to Chen Mu’s food cart, “Boss Xiao Chen!”

Chen Mo stuffed the last chair into the cabinet and stood up, “Huh?”

“Can I pack your… not…”

Chen Mo clenched his fist, what the hell is he trying to do!

“I mean, can you spare some time tomorrow, preferably at noon, to help me make a dish at the restaurant?”

“What dish?”

“Anything will do! I’ll take my daughter to eat! Otherwise, if you set out too late, my daughter will have already gone to bed and definitely can’t eat.”

Chen Mo began to feel confused, “Slow down a bit, why do I feel like I don’t understand?”

Fang Zhizhong also felt a bit incoherent, he pulled out a Huazi cigarette for Chen Mo and casually placed the remaining pack on the food cart’s window sill. He lit a cigarette and then slowly began to explain.

“A few days ago, a relative came to visit my home, and they have a child too.”

Chen Mo listened carefully.

Fang Zhizhong spoke for a good ten minutes. In brief, two troublesome kids fought over a toy, and because Old Fang’s daughter was fiercer at home, she got a severe scolding from her mother.

The daughter is twelve, the age of strong self-esteem, so after being scolded, she stopped talking and refused to eat.

Even if she ate, it was just picking at rice without eating a single bite of dishes.

This situation lasted for two or three days, which worried Old Fang a lot. So he came up with this plan.

Seeing Chen Mo deep in thought.

Fang Zhizhong awkwardly chuckled, “Of course, this won’t interfere with your stall, and I won’t let you do it for free, I’ll give you a big red envelope then.”

Chen Mo stood up straight, making a ’stop’ hand gesture, exuding righteousness, looking serious and meticulous.

“That’s not right. A kid not eating is a big deal, it must be taken seriously! I only make a few thousand setting up my stall, how does a few bucks compare to the health of the nation’s flowers! Don’t worry, I’ll be there by noon tomorrow!”

Fang Zhizhong felt that Boss Xiao Chen’s words contained a lot of information, but since he agreed, there was no need to delve deeper, “Great! Thank you very much!”

Chen Mo waved his hand, “Caring for the flowers, everyone’s duty.”

After exchanging contact info, Fang Zhizhong got into his Maybach, and Chen Mo into his four-wheel food cart.

“My food cart isn’t worse than a Maybach, right?” Chen Mo pressed a button, “The Maybach doesn’t have this feature.”

Reverse…Please Note!

Back home, Chen Mo thought about not having to go to the office during the day, feeling very relaxed.

Hearing the howling wind on the 28th floor, he slept especially sweetly.

After getting up, he felt invigorated and first sent Mu Mu today’s ingredient list: a bag of the supermarket’s most expensive flour, 30 pounds of the best pork belly, 10 pounds of the best hind leg meat, and 5 pounds of the best choy sum.

The meat was for making bun fillings, and the flour was for making buns.

Grade Flour was only for making noodles, otherwise, it would be too wasteful, each bowl of noodles only needed one vegetable, so veggies were economical and didn’t require a lot.

Not feeling like cooking after waking up, he slowly drove his food cart to the address sent by Fang Zhizhong via WeChat.

He also bought two buns along the way for breakfast.

“Ptooey!”

After biting into one, he immediately tasted a strong flavor of inferior oil, and the meat in the bun was roughly chopped, making it a struggle to eat.

“Have I become so picky with my mouth?”

This bun shop used to be Chen Mo’s favorite. He would eat at least two on his way to work every day.

After looking at the bun he had taken one bite of, Chen Mo just threw it in the cabinet, totally unaffordable to eat.

The food cart slowly entered Binhe Road and stopped in front of Shop 38; looking up, he saw three large characters on the exquisitely elegant entrance: Yueyun Pavilion.

A very pleasant name, you could tell it was a Cantonese restaurant at a glance.

In Jingzhou, a western inland city, Cantonese cuisine is often synonymous with high-end food, and those who eat here are generally wealthy or noble, very fitting for Fang Zhizhong’s identity.

What surprised Chen Mo the most, however, was the restaurant’s security.

“Hello, you can’t set up a stall here.”

“I’m not setting up a stall, I’m here for something.”

The security guard politely walked ahead, “Please follow me this way.”

Then directed Chen Mo to park the small yellow car neatly within the restaurant’s parking lines outside the entrance.

Even after walking into the restaurant, Chen Mo still found it unbelievable.

Shouldn’t he be looked down upon and mocked by the security guard as being in the wrong place, just when he’s smiling calmly, Boss Fang suddenly appears, scolds the security guard, and demands that the restaurant owner kneel to apologize to him?

Reaching the lobby, Chen Mo pulled out his phone and removed three novels about ridiculously wealthy protagonists from his library.

Damn, it’s all a lie!

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