Chapter 2259
Two Meals
When it comes to reality, Yan Jiekuang stopped making empty promises.
Although he remained skeptical of Zhao Xia's description of her family situation.
But Zhao Xia never asked him to do anything on her own initiative, which left Yan Jiekuang hesitant and uncertain.
Men often have a distorted self-perception when it comes to this kind of thing.
In other words, he subconsciously believes that women like him for who he is, not for anything he wants.
“Actually, there are ways to deal with your mother and sister as well.” Yan Jiekuang frowned, subconsciously suppressing the desire within him.
Instead, he put himself in the woman's shoes and started thinking about the future.
"What method?" The woman immediately stood up, staring blankly at Yan Jiekuang, her face full of tension and urgency.
"My second brother's family also came back from the rural areas of northern Hebei."
He's still an unregistered resident here. His family works and lives in Beijing, but nobody cares about them.
"These things aren't really being strictly controlled in the countryside anymore," Yan Jiekuang said confidently, explaining his method.
The woman's smile vanished, and she sat down again, resting her chin on her hand, and said, "And then what?"
Where do they live? What do they eat? How do they survive?
You have to understand, this isn't something that happens in a day or two; it's a lifetime.
Ugh···
I know you mean well, but life isn't as easy as you think.
The woman was in a very low mood, as if she had no hope for life.
"Things will work themselves out; there's always a way," Yan Jiekuang stubbornly insisted, refusing to admit defeat.
"hehe···
I can ruin myself, and I can gamble everything I have.
But my mom and my sister are the people I care about most in the world.
I can't gamble with them.
Jie Kuang, putting everything else aside, I'll at least promise you I'll leave that person.
Then we won't be able to establish ourselves in Beijing.
Go to any small town, buy a courtyard house for a thousand or two.
Bringing my mom and the others back will cost another thousand or eight hundred.
Future expenses...
That's a bottomless pit; without at least ten thousand yuan, it's impossible to guarantee their livelihood.
So, you shouldn't think about these things anymore.
This is my fate, I don't want to hurt you.
"Let's enjoy the present and not think about the future." The woman spoke softly, as if she were confiding in Yan Jiekuang, telling him not to get involved in her mess.
But in his words, he inadvertently revealed her conditions.
Buy a house in another city and then bring Zhao Xia's mother and sister over.
Then the family can live happily together, all for just 10,000 yuan.
The key issue is that he didn't have that 10,000 yuan.
But his father did have the money; if Yan Bugui could give him the ten thousand yuan first, then Yan Jiekuang could find his own happiness.
And it is a great happiness.
You know, Zhao Xia said her younger sister was prettier than her and much cleaner.
That night, Yan Jiekuang didn't perform well and finished the job hastily.
But after he got home, he tossed and turned all night, unable to fall asleep.
He had even planned out the steps to do it.
Once he gets Yan Bugui's deposit slip, he can elope with Zhao Xia and live his happy life.
These days, you don't need to be present for a deposit certificate.
Whoever holds the certificate of deposit owns the money.
He hadn't considered why Zhao Xia hadn't asked for eight thousand, or even twenty or thirty thousand. Why she had specifically set her sights on ten thousand, which happened to be the amount the Yan family could afford.
That's how things are in this world. Sometimes, unexpected good fortune or romantic luck isn't necessarily a sign of good luck, but could also be a calamity.
As for that Zhao Xia, how did she know that the Yan family had this deposit?
This isn't too difficult.
Inquiries were made on the streets and alleys, based on Yan Bugui's income and expenses over the years.
Those people are quite professional in this field.
The local cuisine of Yiwu is actually quite different from the Zhejiang cuisine that is popular in the market.
For example, He Yuzhu had eaten Zhejiang cuisine in Beijing, and the fresh, tender, and smooth texture was the place that left the deepest impression on him.
But Yiwu cuisine is like a completely different stall, with a salty, savory, and heavy flavor, and it especially loves to add brown sugar.
It is rather thicker and heavier.
Of course, young master He Xinghua still enjoyed the meal very much.
After all, eating with his father is always very educational.
In other aspects, He Yuzhu may not be very professional.
But when it comes to food, He Yuzhu is definitely an expert.
"The tenderness of the bamboo shoots and the saltiness of the ham are fully released during the slow simmering process."
Adding some taro would give it a richer, more substantial flavor.
This stuff is all about the broth.
This can be considered a local characteristic, as there are many mountains and little arable land in this area.
"So local..." He Yuzhu picked up a piece of tender bamboo shoot and chewed it, but couldn't help showing off his knowledge of food in front of his son.
He Xinghua had gotten used to his father's style of explaining while eating.
He enjoyed it very much; sometimes, wherever He Yuzhu talked, He Xinghua's chopsticks would land right there.
He picked up the dish his father had mentioned, then chewed it slowly and carefully, savoring the different flavors.
For him, this is also knowledge.
Last time he went to Malaysia, the locals treated him to Cantonese cuisine.
He Xinghua casually tasted the dishes and, without realizing it, pointed out their characteristics and shortcomings.
The restaurant's head chef was quite shocked.
He made a special trip out to apologize to He Xinghua and ask him to give him another chance so the restaurant could prepare properly this time...
The person who invited him to dinner repeatedly praised the He family for their profound heritage and aristocratic demeanor.
This was the first time He Xinghua had ever heard that being able to eat well was a sign of being born into nobility.
Luo Yuzhu, who was standing to the side, was so engrossed in listening that she didn't even dare to put down her chopsticks.
She didn't know the identity of the middle-aged man opposite her, but his demeanor and speech made her repeatedly elevate his status in her mind.
"Dad, I'll stay here with you for two days, and then I'll be heading to Wenzhou."
"My family has invested in a factory over there, and I need to go over and keep an eye on it." He Xinghua, like a little kid, held He Yuzhu's hand and skipped along.
As they walked, he also introduced his upcoming itinerary to He Yuzhu.
After the meal, He Yuzhu naturally took out his money and the receipt to pay the bill.
The He Group's current investments in Zhejiang Province are actually quite scattered, with no large factories.
For example, Lou Xiao'e's investment in Wenzhou is a cashmere processing factory.
Lou Xiao'e did not completely believe in so-called high technology and precision machines, but instead thought of making it purely by hand.
In her opinion, those mass-produced, identical products from the West are not luxury goods.
When it comes to luxury goods, the craftsmanship passed down from our ancestors is the true art.
"Who?" He Yuzhu shouted, then pulled He Xinghua back and protected him behind him.
His eyes already revealed a murderous intent.
"I, I, I... Don't worry, I'm not a bad person." A tall, thin man emerged from the shadows in the corner. (End of Chapter)