After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the production and sales of food factories have also entered the right track. Although it is not as crazy as before the festival, their snacks and mooncakes are different, and they can still be sold even after the festival.
Gu Nuan and Zhong Ling were so busy developing snacks that they forgot to eat and sleep. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, she gave Zhong Ling a big holiday to let her have a good rest.
Gu Nuan herself goes to school on time every day, comes back with soup dumplings in the evening, and returns to school and home in a serious manner.
Zhong Ling, after thinking about it for a few days, took her mother Liu Yuexia back to Shaanxi Province.
I originally wanted to bring her back for a visit, but unexpectedly, I happened to encounter a fight between Mr. Ho and his son.
"You beast," He Housheng grabbed his son's arm to prevent him from leaving, "this... is my coffin book."
His life at the Zhendong Hotel was getting worse every day, and he was scolded like a grandson by the new leader who was younger than him every day.
Today he finally got to get off work and was scolded again. If it weren't for the salary, he really wanted to leave.
What might be done?
Who told my son to fail and be coaxed into giving away all the secret recipes?
But who would have thought that just as he was getting angry and preparing to go back, his son, who had not been seen for several days, was sneaking out.
Obviously I didn't expect him to come back so early.
When she saw him, she stammered, "Dad...you, why are you back?"
He Housheng immediately saw that he was nervous and scolded, "What are you holding in your hand?"
"No... nothing?" The son hid behind.
How could He Housheng just let him go like this? When he was pulling, he saw that what his son was holding was actually his bankbook.
That was what he had worked hard to accumulate in his life.
Ho Hou-sheng originally thought that after a period of time when he settled the matter between his son and the widow's daughter, he would use the money to go to Kyoto to find Liu Yuexia and her daughter.
Now he can do some small business, and his little skills can also run a small stall. It should be no problem to support the mother and daughter.
But who would have thought that the bastard son would even steal his coffin.
Ho Hou-sheng definitely couldn't give it to him.
Half of this is what he wants to leave to that girl Zhong Ling.
"Dad, I'm waiting for this money to be used urgently." said the beastly son, "Xiaohong has taken a fancy to a nice house, with a restaurant in the front and people living in the back."
"Waiting to pay you. We lent you the money at that time. We will pay it back to you later when we make money."
"Why are you so anxious about the house?" He Housheng said, "Don't be fooled. Just wait and let me inquire."
"Waiting for you to inquire?" he said, "Waiting for you to inquire, the day lily will be cold."
"Get out of the way quickly, don't delay us buying a house." He said and was about to walk out.
He Housheng grabbed him tightly from behind.
"Don't think I don't know," said the bastard son, "You may have said that this money was left to me, but actually you wanted to leave it to the mother and daughter."
"Then no matter what, one person has to take half," He Housheng said. "If you hadn't wronged Lingling back then, they wouldn't have left."
"I dare not leave them, do I still have a place in this family?" The son sneered, "If you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather. This is absolutely true."
Then he said, "Look at you now, no one is here anymore, and you are still thinking about them."
"Have you ever thought about my mother? Are you worthy of her?" he said angrily. After speaking, he pushed Ho Housheng hard and said angrily, "Go away."
He Housheng was pushed back several steps and almost hit the courtyard door.
Someone from behind helped him.
"Thank you..." He said to the person behind him, and then...he was stunned there, "Lingling... Yue, Yuexia, why are you here?"
"You...how did you become like this?" Liu Yuexia couldn't help crying when she saw He Housheng's appearance.
When they left that year, He Housheng still looked good and not so old.
But now I am only in my forties, and I have gray hair on my temples.
"I'm fine." He Housheng smiled, and just as he was about to say something, he saw his son sneer, "How shameless."
"You bastard, what are you talking about?" He Housheng scolded.
"Am I wrong?" The beastly son looked at Zhong Ling and the others sarcastically, "What? You can't survive outside, and you come back licking your face to take advantage?"
"So first you stole the secret recipe, and now you steal the family's bankbook?" Zhong Ling said coldly.
If it was her before, she might leave very angry.
But now Zhong Ling has experienced a lot in the past two years and learned a lot from Gu Nuan. She is no longer the sensitive and inferior girl she used to be.
He Jian, the son of He Housheng, pursed his lips and said, "I use my father's secret recipe. It's only natural."
"Besides, he didn't leave all his money to me." He glanced at Zhong Ling with contempt.
"Wrong," Zhong Ling said calmly, "Uncle He's money is his own. If he is willing to give it to you, it is called a gift. If he is not willing to give it to you, you can't even get a dime."
"The secret recipe is also his. Did you get his consent when you took it?"
"If you don't consider yourself a thief," Zhong Ling said, "you are a thief."
He Jian was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Zhong Ling would be so sharp-tongued after not seeing her for two years.
"This is our He family's business, you have nothing to do with it." He said arrogantly, "I will definitely take the money today."
He will beat anyone who dares to stop him.
"If you dare to take away Uncle He's bankbook today, I will call the police immediately." Zhong Ling said.
"Dad, look at her." He Jian asked He Housheng angrily, "Just treat this money as something I borrowed from you. When I make money..."
"It's been so many years, when have you ever made money?" Zhong Ling added unkindly, "You eat Uncle He's clothes, wear Uncle He's clothes, and now you want to steal his pension money. Where is your face?"
"I finally figured it out," He Jian looked at He Housheng, "You are determined not to give me a break, aren't you?"
"It's not that dad doesn't want to give it..." He Housheng was interrupted by He Jian before he could finish his words, "Okay, I won't give it to you, right? I don't want it anymore." He threw the folder to the ground angrily.
"Let me tell you, Ho Hou-sheng, we have nothing to do with each other from now on," he pointed at Ho Hou-sheng and shouted, "I am not your son, and you are not my father."
"Don't ever ask me to take care of you until you die."
He yelled and left.
He Housheng was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He pointed at him and couldn't speak for a long time.
How could he be born with such an evil obstacle?
"Don't worry, I don't want you to take care of me in old age or die." Zhong Ling said calmly.