"Qin Feng, you also come out to set up a stall today! Get me a big row!" Cheng Yuecheng waved his hand at Qin Feng with a happy face.

Qin Feng saw that it was Cheng Yuecheng, and said You wait a minute, and then put him aside and concentrate on grilling skewers for others.

Cheng Yuecheng waited for five or six minutes, and seeing that Qin Feng had no intention of reaching out to get the big row at all, he squeezed through the crowd and wanted to do it himself.

"What are you doing?!" Qin Feng shouted angrily, "Your hands are so dirty, how can others eat them when you touch them?"

Cheng Yuecheng was startled by Qin Feng's sudden voice, and was stunned.

At this time, the guests around the side also shouted: "That is to say, do you understand the rules?"

Even though Cheng Yuecheng is a gangster, he still retains a little bit of shame, and when everyone said this, he finally stepped aside in disdain, but although he didn't do it anymore, he still looked like Qin Feng owed him, and urged: "You are moving so slowly, I can't wait, can you hurry up and do it for me?"

"Don't you see that I still have a lot of people here? By the way, you still owe me 20 yuan last time, pay me back first. Qin Feng said without saving face for Cheng Yuecheng.

"When did I owe you 20 yuan?" Cheng Yuecheng didn't know if it was because of his IQ defect or because his face was too thick, so he opened his mouth and flatly denied it.

Qin Feng didn't say anything, opened the drawer under the desktop, took out the IOU that Cheng Yuecheng wrote to him last time, and raised his head: "The IOUs are still with me, you signed it yourself, and you forgot about the last week so quickly?"

Cheng Yuecheng couldn't hold back his face at this time, and said loudly: "Qin Feng, we have been classmates for so many years, why should you invite me to a meal?"

"Okay, even if I invited you to dinner last time, but did you bring any money today? Qin Feng said lightly, and the guests on the side also looked at Cheng Yuecheng.

Cheng Yuecheng repeated his old tricks: "There must be money! What do I come to eat here if I don't have money?"

Qin Feng didn't give him a chance to cheat, and said coldly: "You also said the same thing last time, this time you will give the money first and then deliver the goods." If you want to eat a big chop, three dollars. ”

"Fuck!" Cheng Yuecheng finally became angry, he shouted, pointed at Qin Feng and scolded, "Paralyzed, it's really rare for Lao Tzu to be a little bit of a broken thing, right, I came here to eat to give you face, and give you a shameless thing." ”

Qin Feng shook his head with a smile, put the IOU back in the drawer, and then listened to a guest next to him say disdainfully, "This person is sick, right?"

Cheng Yuecheng glared at the guest angrily, but the old man who spoke was one meter eight tall, and he was not afraid of Cheng Yuecheng's rib body that was slightly below the average altitude.

Cheng Yuecheng saw that he couldn't get a bargain, so he pointed at Qin Feng hatefully, and said a cruel word: "You wait for me, there is a time for you to cry." ”

Qin Feng smiled.

Cheng Yuecheng is a little rascal of this grade, he is really not afraid. Setting up a stall on the edge of the Eighteenth Middle School, as long as Qin Feng played a sign similar to "Fight hooligans, please grill skewers", Cheng Yuecheng is estimated to be beaten to death.

The small episode passed, and order was restored in front of the stall.

The dim sum time lasted until early 4 o'clock, and the 300 skewers brought out by Qin Feng were actually sold out.

The little affection brought by Cheng Yuecheng was washed away by this excellent business situation. Qin Feng returned to the community early with a good mood, and after arriving at the parking lot, he removed all the things on the cart and moved back to his home.

Back home, put the bits and pieces away, Qin Feng immediately started to prepare the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Halfway through the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Qin Jianguo returned.

Looking at Qin Feng's cooking, Qin Jianguo suddenly remembered that when the family reunited a few years ago, his eyes were red, and he almost didn't cry, and then hurriedly ran into the bathroom to wash his face, and when he came out, he was already full of smiles.

"What are you doing, do you want Dad to help?"

"Go wash your hands and help me chop vegetables. ”

"It's weird, why did I give you a hand?"

"Because I'm good at it!"

The father and son worked hard for an hour before finally making a whole table of dishes.

8 large plates, the table is full, Qin Feng has to open the telescopic plate under the table in order to put the dishes and chopsticks.

Qin Jianguo opened a bottle of beer and poured a full bowl for Qin Feng.

Qin Feng smiled and said, "Can I drink this year?"

Qin Jianguo nodded and said, "It's okay to drink less." ”

Drinking wine and eating vegetables, Qin Jianguo muffled and didn't know what to remember, so he didn't speak for a long time.

"Bang!" a firework exploded in the air in the distance, making a loud sound.

Qin Jianguo came back to his senses and asked Qin Fengdao, "How is business today?"

"Good. Qin Feng said simply.

"Very good, that's good......" Qin Jianguo took another big sip of beer, stared at the bowl in a daze, and said to himself, "Xiaofeng, Dad is alive in the world now, the only hope is you, you must fight for it." ”

Qin Feng knew that Qin Jianguo was guilty of New Year's syndrome again.

The wife ran away with someone, and he had no interest, and one or two of his relatives were either officials or bosses, and the mood was even more painful in comparison. Every year during the Chinese New Year, Qin Jianguo would fall into extreme self-blame and inferiority complex, and as soon as he went to the hotel to eat, he would drink in a sullen voice, becoming more and more decadent.

Qin Jianguo was under a lot of pressure, Qin Feng could only comfort him and said, "Dad, don't think about it, life is not for others to see." ”

Qin Jianguo was silent.

Qin Feng thought for a while and said, "Dad, I earned almost 4,000 yuan in half a month, and after the New Year, I estimate that I can earn at least 10,000 yuan per month next year." ”

Qin Jianguo is moving now.

He raised his head suddenly, stared at Qin Feng with blazing eyes, and repeated, "Can you earn 10,000 a month?"

Qin Feng nodded, and then continued to draw a flatbread for his father, "If you can save enough money quickly and rent a storefront, it will definitely be more than 10,000 a month, 20,000 is possible." ”

Qin Jianguo's throat moved, obviously choked on the big cake painted by Qin Feng, he shook his head again and again: "Don't say it first, don't say it first, earn 20,000 yuan, and then talk about it when you earn it, if you can really earn 10,000 yuan a month, it will be very good, the money you earn in a month is almost three months old." ”

Although Qin Jianguo has no technical rating, he has a long working experience, and his monthly income is almost close to 4,000 yuan.

Qin Feng saw that Qin Jianguo had eased up, and showed a smiling face, "Dad, don't just drink, eat more dishes, these dishes won't taste good when they are cold." ”

"Okay, eat vegetables!" Qin Jianguo finally cheered up.

The meal was eaten for a full 2 hours, and the two of them drank half a case of beer, but they were not drunk.

After dinner, the Spring Festival Gala has just begun.

Qin Jianguo sat on the sofa, looked at the screen with interest, and said: "It's another year, it's really fast, in a few years, these hosts will retire." ”

Qin Feng looked at the six young old faces on the TV, and replied with a smile: "I think they can work for at least another ten years." ”