Feng Yanhong now only has more than 500 yuan in hand, and she handed it to Feng Yanjun for 500 yuan. The remaining ones she borrowed and she would pay it back slowly.

Now the store’s daily turnover is only 30 or 40 yuan, and its net profit is only about 15 yuan. If you want to pay it back, you really have to pay it back slowly.

Feng Yanhong went home for two days in a row to write back to Li Boshan, but she really had limited education, and had not read any books for so many years, and had never written many words. She didn't know how to write the words when she picked up her pen.

I originally wanted to give up replying, but now their only way to communicate is to write a letter...

And it can be seen that he had a lot of heart to write these letters, and there were nothing on it that she couldn't understand, and there were no words she didn't recognize.

All she talks about are ordinary daily routines, but they can always imagine and even empathize with them.

"Yan Jun, you can buy me a Xinhua dictionary tomorrow."

"Hmm? Sister, what do you want the Xinhua Dictionary to do?" When did his sister take the initiative to read the book? It is even more impossible for her to use the Xinhua Dictionary.

"Don't worry, just buy it for me."

Feng Yanhong's face was a little hot. In the past, she might have thought it was nothing if she didn't study and didn't recognize words.

But I have lived for decades. Now, thinking about it, how ignorant I had to be at that time.

What was gone before was gone, but it shouldn’t be too late to study now, right?

Feng Yanjun's eyes turned and showed a unique smile.

From that day on, Feng Yanhong reads newspapers every day, and looked up dictionaries if she didn't know the words. A Xinhua dictionary became a tool she carried with her.

After noon, there was no one in Feng Yanhong's shop, and suddenly a bald man came. He was not very clean and even looked a little sloppy. He was holding a toothpick in his mouth and a gold chain hanging around his neck, which was particularly conspicuous.

Feng Yanhong became alert instinctively, and felt that this person looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him.

"Are there any mutton dumplings?" Feng Yanhong frowned slightly with a pure Yincheng dialect.

She must have seen this person before. It should have been when she opened a store in her previous life, but there seemed to be no such person among the gangsters she knew well.

In this era, few people dared to bring out gold chains at will. Since he dared to bring them out, it means that no one dared to touch him in this area.

The man was about 1.8 meters tall and his weight probably had to be around 18.

Nowadays, those who can eat to this size have either good family conditions or...

She had heard that there was a kind of person on Yincheng Street who specialized in eating a king meal from door to door.

Later, shortly after she opened the store, a case in Yincheng was revealed, which caused a sensation at that time.

The owner of a snack shop cannot stand being eaten as a king meal for a long time.

He wiped the man who was eating the King's meal and cut his hands and feet. After being so angry, he cut the man's head with a bone-cutting knife and surrendered himself to the police station.

There was only one report at that time, and even a few words, which made people shudder.

But since then, Yincheng began to focus on warning those gangsters that occasionally they would want to eat a king meal, but most of them would not be too much.

And this time, she opened a store four or five years earlier than in her previous life, which means that this is the time when these people are the most rampant!

"Sorry, there are no mutton dumplings, only cold noodles, cold noodles and mixed sauce noodles."

Feng Yanhong put away the Xinhua dictionary and newspapers, stood up without showing a smile, and slowly kicked the bench to a place that was not in trouble and could be reached at any time.

There will be a second such thing once. The best way is to make them not be able to take advantage of it at once!

"Oh~ I have all mutton dumplings, what restaurant do you open?"

The man scratched his bald head, looked at the menu with disgust, and glanced at Feng Yanhong, and it lit up and darkened in an instant. I wonder what he was thinking.

A cold light could not help but emerge from Feng Yanhong's eyes.

This guy is afraid that what he wants is not just a tycoon meal!

"Come on a bowl of cold noodles, add more chili oil, and the portion is larger, so don't make people feel full!"

Feng Yanhong moved into the kitchen and stood behind the door listening to the movement.

The man indeed stood up, looked around, moved his footsteps gently, and approached Feng Yanhong's table.

Her table was a desk, with three drawers under the table, two cabinets, all locked, chopsticks and spoons were placed in the drawer, and the other one put a little change. In order to make change, she did not lock it.

"Oh, do you want garlic?" Feng Yanhong held the extended kitchen knife used to cut cold skin and suddenly lifted the curtain and rushed out.

"Ah?" The man stretched out his hand and hurriedly recycled it. By chance, he swept the newspaper and dictionary on the table to the ground.

The sound of the moment he landed on the ground frightened him and took two steps back.

Feng Yanhong frowned and walked over quickly with a knife. A thin layer of sweat broke out on the bald man's forehead and took another step back.

"You, what are you going to do!"

"Pick up something, what can I do?" Feng Yanhong bent down and picked up the things on the ground, looking at him for no reason.

"Oh, I'm going to take a picture of garlic and ask if you want garlic. Why don't you reply for a long time?"

"Oh, oh, yes, eat noodles and not garlic, the taste is half less. Don't take it off, give me a head of garlic and I'll peel it myself."

Feng Yanhong raised her eyebrows and said nothing. Seeing that Feng Yanhong had not moved, the man looked at the knife in her hand again, swallowed her saliva, and sat back on her original position.

Feng Yanhong brought out a large bowl of cold noodles and threw it to him three cloves of garlic, keeping alert to him.

The pair of dark and rough hands came forward to meet the face, but Feng Yanhong gently avoided it, put the face on the other end, and pushed it in front of him.

"If you ask me to get a head of garlic, you will give me three cloves. Hey~ I'm so stingy! What's the ball!"

"Get a few more pieces."

"No more!" Feng Yanhong narrowed her eyes and returned to her table, looking at him coldly.

If it is an ordinary customer, it will be given. Even though she knows that he has bad intentions, she still spoils him. Wouldn't you tell him that she is easy to bully?

"Well, you are a restaurant that has so much garlic. What restaurant do you open? If you don't have one, buy grams!"

"Ha~" Feng Yanhong sneered, not moving, and didn't say anything.

The bald man gritted his teeth in anger, his cheeks urged back and forth, looking very angry.

He lowered his head and peeled the garlic, and took a bite of the noodles. Half of the noodles, the garlic disappeared, and he stared at his cow's eyes and chewed the things in his mouth.

He shouted dissatisfiedly: "What else are you looking at? Buy grams! Buy grams of garlic!"

Feng Yanhong knew that he wanted to deliberately send her away, not only for this bowl of noodles, but also for the change in her drawer.
Chapter completed!