100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 215 Xizhou Slow

"What, what are you saying! You're so mean!" She stopped hugging him, let go, and ran away. If they all went in, they'd be dead!

Song Guizhou chuckled softly; this little girl was easily frightened.

His pants were loose and baggy. Sigh, it's all my fault for spoiling him. Luckily, there's no one else at home right now. He washed the dishes before putting his pants on.

I took a box of strawberries out of the refrigerator, washed each one carefully, and removed the leaves as well.

She had just started a game when I brought it to the living room.

Song Guizhou didn't disturb her, but occasionally fed her a strawberry while quietly changing TV channels.

She played very quickly, finishing the game in about 15 minutes and completely demoralizing her opponent. "You won?"

"Correct!"

"Are you sure you don't want to change the store name?"

When Jin Huan went to get her certificate today, they all said she needed to fill in the company name, which is the same as the store name. She tried several names, but none of them worked because they said the names had already been registered.

She had no choice but to sit there and try.

Jin Huan is terrible at naming things. If she had a pet, she would definitely name it whatever color it is: Little White, Little Black, Little Gray, Little Yellow!

But this shop name is different; it's my first business since I started out, so I have to choose a good name.

Having lived for so many years, she has a solid cultural foundation, so she searched for four-character idioms from her own vocabulary.

"Jin Yu Liang Yuan Hot Pot Restaurant".

"No, someone has already registered."

"Golden Match Hot Pot." "No way."

"Dragon and Phoenix Hot Pot Restaurant".

"Someone's here."

"Good fortune shines upon you."

"No."

"May the flowers bloom and the moon be full."

May your fortune and prosperity last forever.

"The phoenix and the luan sing in harmony."

......

After all the options were rejected, the staff suggested that you try the three-character option.

Idioms at least have an origin; aren't you just making things difficult for people with these three words?

"Welcoming the New Year, peace and tranquility in Chang'an, much joy and happiness, family reunion..." are all unacceptable.

She got a little carried away and blurted out, "Bangbang Hard Hot Pot Restaurant!"

"Okay, it's registered."

Enjoy yourself to the fullest: ...

play me?

So the name of the hot pot restaurant was decided so hastily.

"I'm not changing it, this is fine. Naming it is too much trouble." Jin Huan lay on his lap watching TV.

"Alright, this will do." Song Guizhou chuckled and helped her fix her hair.

She changed the channel to watch Animal World, while Song Guizhou contacted friends on his phone, making arrangements for the hot pot restaurant.

The certificates are easy to obtain; they all hold positions in the Empire. He'll come in person tomorrow, so it'll definitely be efficient. It's just that the renovations and such are a bit tricky.

"Huanhuan, what level do you want to make it?" "Mid-range, so that everyone can afford it."

Jin Huan loves a lively atmosphere. There are so many people at the roadside stalls and night markets, it's so much fun to eat together!

"For the average, it's basically between 100 and 200 per person."

"Correct."

In Shanghai, this price is really affordable.

"What about the renovation?"

"Warm colors, with more red elements, to make it look festive and lively. Then, I'd like a traditional Chinese style decor, with darker flooring, hanging lanterns and oil-paper umbrellas, and separating everything with wooden screens. I want it to be a bit unique, with a rustic, knock-off feel. The upstairs could be converted into private rooms..."

She had many ideas, which were very imaginative. She would talk about this one moment and that the next, and Song Guizhou patiently wrote them all down.

Neither of them had considered issues like renovation costs. One of them had real money, and the other had real money from their family. So Song Guizhou's only concern was how to turn all her ideas into reality.

The two discussed it for a long time before going inside to sleep.

He figured the girl was tired today, so he wouldn't torture her anymore and would finish in one go so he could go to sleep.

As if she had just thought of something, she suddenly sat up excitedly, hugging his neck: "Uncle, all the waiters in my shop are handsome young men who are 185cm or taller. Customers can choose their waiters by flipping a card. Every night at 185 o'clock, a shirtless young man will come to perform a drumming show."

Song Guizhou's eyes darkened; he had originally intended to let her go.

He gently pinched her chin, his fingers applying pressure little by little: "I didn't go all the way in last night, so Huan'er doesn't learn her lesson, right?"

"No, no." She immediately shut up.

Song Guizhou pushed his index finger into her mouth and gently pressed it on her tongue, his voice hoarse and harsh: "Huanhuan is naughty."

"Uncle, Uncle." He looked down at her, moved his fingers, and said expressionlessly, "Good girl, lick."