Ma Huachao looked at the packing box in his hand in disbelief.

The dishes he just ate were all made with vegetarian dishes instead of original ingredients?

But......

He didn't eat it at all!

The eel shreds and fried fish steaks clearly taste like fish!

The fresh and tender taste still leaves a fragrant aroma in your mouth, which is quite memorable.

Ma Huachao stared: "Well, how could this not be seafood? Then, what on earth did you use to make it?"

This is not a secret.

Fu Yu said with a smile: "Dried mushrooms, tofu, water gluten, you can rest assured that the ingredients used in our store are genuine and the charges are fair and reasonable."

When Ma Huachao heard this, he was immediately dumbfounded...

"It's amazing that you can use vegetarian dishes to taste like seafood..."

Fu Yu smiled: "So, you don't need to bear any burden."

Ma Huachao looked at Fu Yu blankly, and after a while, his eyes suddenly turned red: "Thank you, I..."

He barely spoke a word before he choked with sobs and burst into tears.

When the tears finally burst out of his eyes, the thin man burst into tears completely uncontrollably.

Fu Yu's expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously wanted to step forward to comfort him, but he didn't know what he should say at this time.

Yao Shi was also dumbfounded...

It is said that men don’t shed tears easily, but they are not sad yet.

Only when people are sick do they realize how precious health is and how valuable money is.

The difficulties of survival and the pressure of money have forced this thin man to despair.

But at this time, the care and kindness shown to him by this stranger, Fu Yu, was like the last straw that overwhelmed all his pretense of being strong on the outside.

Even the severe pain when he was ill could not make him cry easily, but now, he was crying like a child.

Ma Huachao cried bitterly for a long time before slowly calming down.

"I... I came to Bei'an alone. In the hospital, no one cared about me, no one asked me... My family didn't know my situation, they all thought I was busy with work, and they never took the initiative to talk to me.

I contact......"

"Every day I watch the money being thrown away like water, getting less and less... I really can't afford to live anymore..."

Fu Yu and Yao Shi were both silent.

Birth, old age, illness and death are things that people must experience in their lives.

As the saying goes, there is no need to get sick, but who can live without getting sick?

Fu Yu took the tissue from the table and handed it over.

Ma Huachao took it and wiped the tears on his face, turned to the sympathetic waiter and said, "Let's pay."

After Ma Huachao paid the money, he turned back to look at Fu Yu, and then bowed deeply.

"Fu Chu, thank you."

Fu Yu quickly waved his hand: "Hey! Be careful about your waist..."

Ma Huachao straightened up, his eyes still red, but he smiled at Yu Zhanyan.

But the helplessness and sadness in his eyes made people feel more and more intolerable.

Seeing Ma Huachao follow the waiter to the cashier to pay, Fu Yu said hello to Yao Shi and hurried back to the dormitory.

There was one thousand yuan in cash in his suitcase, which he specially kept as "cross-river money" on weekdays.

Fu Yu wanted to get some money for Ma Huachao. Although it wasn't much, it was still a little thoughtful.

He knew that if he wanted to transfer money to Ma Huachao, he would definitely not accept it, but if it was cash, he should be able to send it out.

Fu Yu hurriedly hurried to the front hall and saw the waiter who had previously served Ma Huachao walking over.

Fu Yu hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Where is the person?"

The waiter was stunned and replied: "Let's go!"

Fu Yu ran after him out of the gate again.

This time is when business in the restaurant is at its best.

When Fu Yu was going out, a customer happened to enter the store, and he quickly stepped aside to make way for him.

As a result of such a delay, when he chased him outside, Ma Huachao was nowhere to be seen.

Fu Yu glanced at the thousand yuan in his hand and sighed.

Back in the kitchen, Zhao Meng had already learned what happened from Yao Shi.

Seeing Fu Yu's dejected look, Zhao Meng asked with concern: "I've been helpful and saved money, so why are you looking so dejected?"

Fu Yu told him that he wanted to donate money to Ma Huachao.

Zhao Meng looked at Fu Yu, feeling proud and helpless for a moment.

He comforted his silly son with a tone of coaxing: "It's enough for you to have this heart! And didn't you help him save more than a thousand yuan? What's the difference between that and donating it to him?"

Fu Yu thought so too.

The two of them met by chance, and it was considered a fate. He helped everything he could, which gave him some comfort in his heart.

I was busy until my shift ended in the evening.

Because Zhao Meng injured his hand, the people who were in charge of the ladles could only work consecutive shifts, but the small workers could work normal shifts.

After everyone on the day shift had left, someone from the white desk brought over a pot of mung bean soup that had been cooked and allowed to cool.

"Chef Wang said that it's too hot today and we're afraid that everyone will suffer from heat stroke, so we've specially cooked it up a little longer so that everyone can drink together."

Zhao Meng smiled and thanked: "Thank you, Chef Bai!"

The relationship between Qianli Ma Bai'an and Hong'an has always been good, and Hong'an often sends food there.

A worker came over and divided the mung bean soup.

Fu Yu picked up the bowl and took a big sip of mung bean soup.

Boiled like watery bean paste, the mung bean soup with rock sugar in it has a light sweetness and coolness that goes straight to the bottom of my heart.

Fu Yu had a good drink and couldn't help but mention it when he called home at night.

After hearing this, his mother immediately said: "When you come back from vacation, I will cook it for you too! Then we will put honey in it, it will be sweeter and more delicious!"

Fu Yu chuckled, suddenly remembering the sad, nostalgic and helpless look in Ma Huachao's eyes when he talked about his family.

Fu Yu felt homesick even more.

Fu Yu has never had a break since he was taken to work part-time in a music restaurant by Yao Shi.

Fu Yu was extremely confused.

He really wanted to rest for two days and go home to visit his parents.

Ever since he took three days of annual leave to go home in early April, it seems that he is almost half a year old now, and his parents must have missed him very much.

If he could go back and have a look now, his parents would definitely be very happy.

But he was worried that after the break, Zhao Meng's skills would be bad, and he would be delayed in taking orders, and the boss would use this to find trouble.

Moreover, there are only fifteen days of annual leave in total. Excluding the eight days from the 30th to the 8th day of the Lunar New Year, and the three days he has already taken, he only has four days of leave left.

After the National Day, Zhao Meng's hand has recovered, so he can rest and go home, right?

Fu Yu hopes so.

He really wants to go home now.

On the one hand, I finally made some money, so I can buy things to go back and honor my parents.

On the other hand, he kept spinning like this day and night. Even with the support of the system, he still felt a little exhausted.
Chapter completed!