Food Intelligence King

Chapter 74 Weekend Leisure

Old Chen was definitely embarrassed and at a loss for what to do. He even tried to offer one to his son, who doesn't smoke.

Seeing his father doing the same thing, Chen Zhou also gave up his urge to climb the tree.

The father and son talked about some serious matters.

The main topic is Chen Zhou's recent store opening.

The old man meant he wanted to continue sending money.

"Just ask if you need anything. Your mother and I have saved up some money, and it will all be yours in the end anyway."

"If it really comes down to it, I won't stand on ceremony with you," Chen Zhou jokingly said to Old Chen.

But he still spoke to his father seriously:
"My business is doing quite well now. Actually, the initial investment wasn't much. I rented an existing shop and then added some equipment. In total, it only cost me a little over 60,000 yuan."

So it's not necessary for now.

Old Chen nodded after hearing this.

My son didn't discuss his resignation and opening of a shop with me.

He felt a little disappointed, not because his son was growing up and becoming disobedient, but because he himself hadn't been able to help much.

At the same time, he was also proud of his son.

Although he never said it out loud, Chen Zhou would actually brag to his colleagues and friends about even the smallest achievements he had made since he was a child.

Today, for almost the first time, Old Chen expressed his approval of his son in person.

"Pretty good, your cooking is excellent."

The old man wasn't very skilled at the job.

Chen Zhou smiled and said, "Don't you even know whose son I am?"

The biological father is definitely Old Chen, but the godfather?
It was a bit hot on the balcony, but the father and son talked more that night than they had in the previous year.

The next day, Chen Zhou and his family of three said goodbye to the elderly couple.

Although he didn't accept Lao Chen's sponsorship, he still brought a whole truckload of things from his hometown.

While in the car.

Ms. Lin casually chatted with Chen Zhou about the old man's tastes.

"I feel like the child's grandfather doesn't really like stir-fried shredded potatoes that much."

She served her father-in-law food several times yesterday, almost half a plate of shredded potatoes. In the end, it was clear that the old man was only eating out of politeness.

Chen Zhou recalled the scene from last night and even felt a little amused.

He glanced in the rearview mirror.

The old red-brick building and the two figures had been left far behind, disappearing into a blurry speck.

Chen Zhou said to Ms. Lin with relief:
“He used to be reluctant to spend money when he went out to eat. He would always let me have the best dishes first. Shredded potatoes were always the cheapest option in restaurants, so he would order that.”

far away.

After seeing his son's family off, Old Chen didn't rush upstairs with his wife. Instead, he went to the small square and chatted with a few old friends.
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"Hey, Old Chen, wasn't that Xiao Zhou just now? He came to see you this weekend."

"I brought my wife and kids with me." Old Chen generously took out a bottle of Yuxi cigarettes and distributed them to the group.
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"Your son bought it for you? That's great, Lao Chen."

“He just wastes money,” Old Chen said with a forced smile. “I don’t like smoking this either.”
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What's your son busy with?

Old Chen said proudly, "I didn't have a job before, but now I've opened a small restaurant. The food is delicious. You should all go and try it when you have time. It's not far away."

Without the worries of adults, Chen Taotao had a wonderful weekend.

We ate and drank well at my grandparents' house, and when we got back, Sister Zhao treated us to McDonald's.

After taking a nap in the car, I felt great the whole way.

The group chose to have dinner near their junior sister's residence.

So when Chen Zhou and his family arrived, she had already reserved a good spot in the store and was waiting.

According to Zhao Yilin's idea
The original plan was to treat Chen Zhou's family to a big meal.

Because both her senior brothers and sisters took good care of her.

But Tao Tao was the first to speak up, wanting to eat at McDonald's, so the adults went along with her idea.

Because he also worked in the restaurant business, Chen Zhou began to look around the well-known fast-food chain after entering the store. What caught his eye most was the self-service ordering machine inside.

Chen Zhou sighed:
"It's been changed like this all these years."

The junior colleague had a bit of professional awareness; she stated, "Waitresses can't be replaced by machines!"

Chen Zhou thought she was right.

Machines only know about cost and efficiency, but they lack a human touch.

However, McDonald's standardized and streamlined food preparation process is still worth learning from—stores in the same area generally achieve similar tastes.

The junior sister took Tao Tao to order food.

Finally, we ordered a family bucket meal, plus some odds and ends, which filled the whole table.

Steamed buns have their advantages, and hamburgers have their own unique flavor.

Adults and children alike enjoyed a hearty meal.

The young girl and the older girl continued their previous game of Gomoku on the tablet because of the dispute over who would get the last corn cup.

Zhao Yilin ultimately prevailed in skill, winning three out of five games.

She teased the little girl:
"Tao Tao, can I have the rest of this box?"

Chen Taotao accepted her loss.

"You eat it, Sister Zhao, I'm not craving it."

Zhao Yilin couldn't stand Tao Tao's little eyes either, so she quickly got up to go to the ordering area and order another dish.

Chen Zhou knew his daughter well and quickly waved to his junior sister:

"She can't finish it, so there's no need to order any more."

"Don't be so polite with me, senior brother."

Chen Zhou tried to stop him, but unfortunately he couldn't.

Thinking about it, we can't dampen our junior sister's enthusiasm for treating us, can we?

But things turned out pretty much as Chen Zhou had predicted. Tao Tao took a couple of bites and then handed the corn cup back to her father.

Chen Zhou held up the small cup and showed it to Zhao Yilin:
See, I told you so.

Chen Taotao said she wasn't craving food but still wanted to eat it, Zhao Yilin ordered it, and in the end, it was Chen Zhou who gained weight.

While enjoying the last cup of corn, the group chatted casually.

The junior sister solemnly offered advice to Mr. and Mrs. Chen:

"I think Tao Tao has a talent for Gomoku. Have you guys thought about developing some special skills for her?"

“I was thinking of doing that!” Ms. Lin picked up the conversation.

Because her colleagues are a few years older than Tao Tao and have children who are already in elementary or middle school, they often enroll in all sorts of extracurricular classes on weekends.

It has everything: music, chess, calligraphy, painting, advanced mathematics, magic, and more.

Although Ms. Lin does not demand that Tao Tao achieve anything outstanding, she also does not allow herself, as a mother, to let her daughter fall behind.

So I had already asked my colleagues about it and done some research.

I'll wait until I'm old enough to try them one by one.

But: "I've never heard of anyone specifically teaching Gomoku (Five in a Row)."

Chen Zhou listened from the side, thinking to himself: This category seems to be a bit niche.

The junior sister is indeed far from being an expert on parenting; she could only casually remark:

"How about we try Go? It's pretty much the same anyway, both are black and white stones. It's just a bit more troublesome to win, since a string of five doesn't count."

The next game might take a long time too. I wonder if Tao Tao can endure it, and if she'll get hungry, hahaha.

The junior sister still spoke in a very broken, incoherent way.

Chen Zhou had already buried himself in eating corn kernels, and although Ms. Lin seemed very attentive, she didn't seem to be listening to much of what he was saying.

Only Chen Taotao blinked as she listened to the adults talking about their own topic.

(End of this chapter)