This is a thief!

"His father, let's report to the official?" Yang cried anxiously.

That's all their family's assets, and they are used to buy a house for Brother Sheng, which is a few hundred taels!

All gone!

Wen Yusong was stunned for a long time before he recovered, and rushed forward to look inside the wooden box.

Empty!

For a moment of anger, Wen Yusong was angry and scolded Yang: "Didn't I tell you that I want to deposit the money in the money house? You just put it in such a broken box? A few hundred taels, even

Don't have any locks?"

"I... don't I feel that I can only be at ease by keeping my own money." Yang felt wronged. She didn't understand the safety of the money house at all. She just felt uncomfortable when she handed over her money to others for custody.
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Wen Yusong glared at Yang, but couldn't curse anything else. Although he was from the Northern Xinjiang, he had always been gentle and could not speak those vulgar words.

After a long time, Wen Yusong recovered and said, "You go buy wine and meat first. The boss is still here, so you can't neglect it!"

Yang was stunned: "Don't you report to the official? Then our family's money..."

"What are you anxious about? This box may have been empty!" Wen Yusong said in a deep voice: "What if it was Brother Sheng? Will you report to the official to arrest him?"

This sentence scared Yang.

Without thinking, he defended his son: "Impossible, how could Brother Sheng take the family's money? He didn't know that the family had so much money!"

"It's still early to say this now. Let's ask you later. If he says he doesn't take it, he will report to the official tomorrow!" Wen Yusong said.

He was quite calm and could think that his son might have taken it. If so, he would be very likely to be a victim of Brother Sheng.

But he also instinctively believed in his son more. After all, a few hundred taels are not a small amount. Brother Sheng is not short of money for money on weekdays. He is greedy and likes to buy some food, and he can't spend much money at all.

With so much money, he has nowhere to spend it.

Yang could only listen to Wen Yusong, but fortunately he was still a little bit of silver on his body. The things he was originally happy about, but his expression when he went out was even worse than crying.

"Master Wen, what happened?" Seeing this, Nie Ling'er couldn't help but express concern.

Wen Yusong shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'll try my skills tonight and make a few Northern Xinjiang dishes that you haven't eaten before."

If it was really Brother Sheng's fault, it would be a family scandal. He would not let Nie Ling'er know about this, as it would ruin the marriage between Brother Sheng and Miss Chuncha.

But if it weren't for Brother Sheng, the boss and many powerful people in Huaiyang had contacts. Maybe they could ask the boss to help him retrieve the stolen silver. After all, a few hundred taels are not a small amount.

Without Wen Yusong, Nie Ling'er naturally would not ask questions. He smiled when he heard this: "That's great, because Master Wen, I have fallen in love with northern Xinjiang cuisine."

Soon, Lingdang and Naigua came back from school, and there were only the two of them!

"Where is my uncle?" Wen Zhao asked subconsciously when he saw that only the child had come back.

Lingling shook her head: "He didn't pick us up, didn't meet us!"

Wen Yusong knew that Nie Ling'er wanted to see Brother Sheng, and he heard this and explained to Nie Ling'er: "Maybe he is wandering around the city. He has not been fully accustomed to the days he has been in Huaiyang. He has only been going out frequently in recent days.

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Nie Ling'er didn't take it seriously. She came to Wen's house to provide disaster relief. Look, the son of Wen's family is just by the way.

But until Yao Tianhe, Tu Chuan and others came, the dishes were ready, and Wen Sheng had not come back.

The crowd sat around the table, and the food was very rich. They were all made by Wen Yusong alone. Each dish was super large, showing the generous gift of northern Xinjiang cuisine.

"What did this brother Sheng do? He won't come back at this time." Yang couldn't help but mutter.

It was mainly because Nie Ling'er and Chuncha came to the door, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But his son was reluctant to go home and could not even meet him, which made her mother anxious.

Seeing this, Wen Yusong said, "Don't wait for him. Today we are hosting our boss and several masters. Let's eat and drink. The beef and mutton will not taste good if it is cold!"

After saying that, Wen Yusong called everyone to raise their cups.

Yao Tianhe was drunk at noon and had just woken up, his head was still shaking. He waved his hand straight: "No, no, no, I won't drink it tonight, I'll explode if I drink it again!"

"Your 2 taels are too bad!" Li Zhiqiu laughed at him: "If Zhuzi hadn't stopped you at noon, you would have to drink under the table!"

One word made everyone laugh.

Yao Tianhe knew that he had a poor alcohol tolerance, so he was not annoyed, and said embarrassedly: "Isn't this rare happiness? When did I usually have a greed for words?"

"Eat more dishes today and don't miss tomorrow's business."

Speaking of the important matter, Tu Chuan looked at Nie Ling'er and asked: "The food for disaster relief is mostly white porridge and steamed buns, right?"

"It should be true. What you want to do may depend on the condition of the ingredients and the number of refugees!" Nie Ling'er said: "But everyone is a professional chef. Even if you only have rice and flour, you can make it better than others.

It tastes delicious."

"We can make some vegetable porridge and make noodles into green onion rolls." Yao Tianhe suggested: "The dried ones like this are all tasteful, not much better than drinking porridge and eating steamed buns?"

Li Zhiqiu couldn't help but lit up his eyes when he heard this: "Good idea, choose sprouts and diced bamboo shoots, these two are the cheapest. Only a small amount of onions can release a strong fragrance. You can not use many onions to make onion rolls, but it is better than

The steamed buns are much more delicious!”

After all, he is a professional chef who, regardless of his brain, replaced the boring white porridge and steamed buns with vegetable porridge and green onion rolls.

Nie Ling'er smiled and nodded: "Good solution, simple and effective, feasible!"

"How long will we have to work?" Wang Zhu looked up and asked, "The restaurant is closed for indefinitely, it won't be really indefinitely, right?"

Others also looked at Nie Ling'er, and Nie Ling'er pursed her lips and smiled, explaining: "Of course not, that was written for diners indefinitely, and she deliberately hung them."

"When I come back from Changling Town, if the disaster is relieved and we are no longer needed, the restaurant will open normally."

"And after such a long period of closure, the diners must have been waiting for a long time. I guess it can still hit a profit peak!"

After hearing this, several people looked at each other and raised their eyebrows. Yao Tianhe praised: "Ling'er-like brain, if you don't say that you are successful in your youth, you will not only have excellent achievements in cooking skills, but also have no less business practices.

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"The main thing is to have courage!" Li Zhiqiu echoed: "Just say that the restaurant will be closed indefinitely without saying anything. If it were other shopkeepers, who would be willing to do so?"
Chapter completed!