Feng Yanhong only had more than 500 yuan in hand now, so she gave Feng Yanjun 500 yuan. The rest was borrowed from her and she would pay it back slowly.
Now the store's daily turnover is only thirty or forty yuan, and its net profit is only about fifteen yuan. If you want to pay back the money, you really have to pay it back slowly.
Feng Yanhong went home for two days in a row and wanted to reply to Li Boshan, but her education level was really limited, and she hadn't read any books in so many years, and she hadn't written much. She didn't even know how to write when she picked up a pen.
Originally, they wanted to give up replying, but the only way they can communicate now is to write letters...
And it can be seen that he wrote these letters with great care. There was nothing in them that she could not understand, and there were no words that she did not recognize.
They were all talking about ordinary daily life, but they always made her imagine and even empathize with them.
"Yanjun, please take the time tomorrow to help me buy a Xinhua dictionary."
"Hmm? Sister, what do you want the Xinhua Dictionary for?" When had his sister taken the initiative to read a book? It is even less likely that she would be able to use something like the Xinhua Dictionary.
"Don't worry about it, just buy it for me."
Feng Yanhong's face felt a little hot. In the past, she might have thought that it was okay not to study or read.
But I have only lived for decades, and now I think about how ignorant I must have been at that time.
What’s past is past, it’s not too late to learn now, right?
Feng Yanjun rolled his eyes and showed a meaningful smile.
From that day on, Feng Yanhong read the newspaper every day and looked up words she didn't know in the dictionary. A Xinhua dictionary became a tool she carried with her.
After noon, there was no one in Feng Yanhong's shop. Suddenly, a bald man appeared. He was not very clean and even looked a bit slovenly. He had a toothpick in his mouth and a gold chain hanging around his neck, which was particularly conspicuous.
Feng Yanhong instinctively became wary, and felt that this person looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.
"Are there any mutton dumplings?" Feng Yanhong's pure Yincheng dialect made Feng Yanhong frown slightly.
She must have seen this person before, probably when she opened a shop in her previous life, but it seemed that he was not among the gangsters she knew well.
In this day and age, not many people dare to bring out the gold chain at will. Since he dares to bring it out, it means that no one in this area dares to touch him.
The man was about 1.8 meters tall and probably weighed around 180.
With the current conditions, those who can eat to achieve such a figure must either have good family conditions, or...
She had heard someone say that there used to be a kind of people on Yincheng Street who specialized in eating Overlord meals from door to door.
Later, not long after she opened the store, a case occurred in Yincheng, which caused a sensation at the time.
The proprietress of a snack shop couldn't stand being fed the King's meal for a long time.
He smeared the neck of the person who had eaten the Overlord meal, and cut off his hands and feet. After making the person angry on the spot, he cut off the person's head with a boning knife and carried him all the way to the police station to surrender.
At that time, there was only one report, or even a few sentences, which made people shudder.
But since then, Yincheng has begun to focus on warning those local gangsters. Occasionally, there will be those who want to eat the Overlord meal, but most of them will not go too far.
But this time, she opened the store four or five years earlier than in her previous life, which means that this is when these people are at their most rampant!
"Sorry, there are no mutton dumplings, only cold noodles and noodles with mixed sauce."
Feng Yanhong put away the Xinhua dictionary and newspapers, stood up without smiling, and slowly kicked the bench to a place that was out of the way and could be reached at any time.
This kind of thing will happen again once, and the best way is to prevent them from taking advantage even once!
"Hey, there are no mutton dumplings, what kind of restaurant do you want to open?"
The man scratched his bald head, looked at the menu with disgust in his eyes, and glanced at Feng Yanhong. His eyes lit up and then darkened in an instant. I don't know what he was thinking.
Feng Yanhong's eyes couldn't help but shine with a cold light.
This guy probably wants more than just a meal!
"Have a bowl of cold noodles, add more chili oil, and make the portion larger so that people don't get full!"
Feng Yanhong moved into the kitchen and stood behind the door listening to the noise.
Sure enough, the man stood up, looked around, then moved slightly and approached Feng Yanhong's table.
Her desk was a writing desk. There were three drawers and two cabinets under the table. Both cabinets were locked. There were chopsticks and spoons in the drawer, and a little change in the other one. To make it easier to find change, she didn't lock it.
"Hey, do you want garlic or not?" Feng Yanhong suddenly opened the curtain and rushed out, holding the extended kitchen knife used to cut cold skin.
"Ah?" The man stretched out his hand and hurriedly took it back, accidentally sweeping the newspaper and dictionary on the table to the ground.
The sound at the moment of landing scared him so much that he took two steps back.
Feng Yanhong frowned and walked over quickly with the knife in hand. A thin layer of sweat broke out on the bald man's forehead and he took another step back.
"You, what are you going to do!"
"Pick things up, what can I do?" Feng Yanhong bent down to pick up things on the ground and looked at him confused.
"Oh, I'm getting ready to make some garlic. I asked you if you want some garlic. Why didn't you reply for a long time?"
"Oh, oh, yes, eat noodles without garlic. The taste will be half as bad. Stop picking and patting it. Give me a head of garlic and I will peel it myself."
Feng Yanhong raised her eyebrows but said nothing. Seeing that Feng Yanhong didn't move, the man looked at the knife in her hand, swallowed, and sat back down.
Feng Yanhong brought out a large bowl of cold noodles and threw him three cloves of garlic, keeping an eye on him.
The pair of big, dark, rough hands came forward to take the face, but Feng Yanhong easily dodged it, put the face on the other end, and pushed it in front of him.
"I asked you to bring me a head of garlic, and you gave me three cloves. Hey, you are so stingy! Why are you making a fuss!"
"Bring me a few more petals."
"No more!" Feng Yanhong returned to her desk with half-squinted eyes and looked at him coldly.
If she is an ordinary guest and just gives it to him, and she still spoils him even though she knows he has bad intentions, doesn't that mean she is easy to bully?
"Well, you're a restaurant owner, and you don't even have garlic. What kind of restaurant are you running? If you don't have it, just buy it!"
"Ha~" Feng Yanhong sneered, but didn't move or speak.
The bald man gritted his teeth in anger and moved his cheeks back and forth, looking very angry.
He lowered his head and peeled the garlic. He took a mouthful of garlic and a mouthful of noodles. The garlic disappeared halfway through the noodles, and he chewed the food in his mouth with a pair of bull's eyes.
He shouted dissatisfied: "What are you looking at? Buy grams! Buy garlic grams!"
Feng Yanhong knew that he wanted to drive her away on purpose, not only for the bowl of noodles, but also for the change in her drawer.