On the battlefield of Langshan that year, Wang Dabang died to save Zhou Zhenhai, he was a martyr, and he was Zhou Zhenhai's life-saving benefactor.

Zhou Zhenhai compensated the Wang family, and at first he may have wanted to repay him out of guilt, but after so many years, under the spiritual guidance of Zhao Hongying, he almost demanded from the mother and son.

But all of this is based on the fact that Wang Jianye is Wang Dabang's son.

If he's not......

"Nonsense!" Zhou Zhenhai directly kicked over the coffee table in front of him, glaring at Zhou Huilan viciously, as if he was about to rush up and tear her apart in the next second.

Zhou Huilan was not afraid of him, looked at Zhao Hongying with a sneer, took out a tape recorder from her bag, and pressed the button neatly.

The cassette tapes were all positioned, and after a short beat, the sound came out quickly.

"What kind of stepfather, Jianye is Lao Tzu's own son!"

"People's surname is Wang, your surname is Zhang, it's good enough to be a cheap stepfather, this has been done for a long time, look at yourself as confused! Hahahaha......"

Zhao Hongying's trembling face became whiter, she grabbed Wang Jianye's arm tightly, and scolded with red eyes: "Dead girl! Let you spread rumors! See that I don't tear your mouth apart!"

Wang Jianye, who was pushed by her, did not move, but shrank back.

He has suffered losses more than once in Zhou Huilan's place, and he knows very well that he is not Zhou Huilan's opponent.

"Ahh

Zhao Hongying didn't dare to step forward, tore her hair and sat on the ground, shouting hysterically.

tried in vain to cover up the sound on the radio in this way, but Zhou Zhenhai's complexion sank more and more.

"Humph! Before Wang Dabang went to the battlefield, Lao Tzu was already with Hongying, whose son who knows, do you say that he Wang Jianye is not like Lao Tzu? What are you afraid of when you are a king, Lao Tzu is rich when you are a king, do you have it?"

"It's amazing, no wonder I don't see you go to work, it's Lao Zhang who doesn't worry about eating and drinking all day......

"Let's go!"

Zhou Huilan simply turned off the radio and bent down to put it on the ground.

"We haven't met Uncle Wang, Dad, you have seen it, this is the Zhang Xiangqian in the recording, he has lived in Zhao Hongying's house for decades, and the family home of the meat factory will know it as soon as you inquire about it." Zhou Huilan said, stepped forward and handed the photo to Zhou Zhenhai.

This time, Zhou Zhenhai did not lose his temper again.

It's just that his hand that took the photo was trembling uncontrollably, and when the person in the photo saw it, he looked at Wang Jianye in disbelief.

Zhou Huilan didn't speak anymore and quietly left the Zhou family.

It's just that before he walked out of the small courtyard, he heard Zhou Zhenhai's angry voice in the house.

Zhou Zhenhai is an extremely conceited person, such a person will never admit that he is wrong, but what Zhou Huilan took out today made him have to admit that he recognized the wrong person.

When she noticed Zhang Xiangqian's existence, Zhou Huilan was excited, she finally had a weapon that could destroy Zhou Zhenhai.

When she was once miserable, Zhou Huilan also imagined that her father regretted driving her away and was looking for her everywhere, but the reality gave her a resounding slap in the face.

The roar in the house was not concealed at all, coming out of the courtyard, looking at the neighbors standing in the courtyard with puzzled expressions and pointing at them, Zhou Huilan's heart was unprecedentedly relaxed.

A father is praised by everyone for doing a good job, and it is natural that he can't do it well.

She can beat Wang Jianye violently, can make Zhao Hongying ruined, and can also make Hu Xiaoyue suffer, but what about Zhou Zhenhai?

He did something wrong, but because of his father's high status, he was still able to dictate to himself, why?

She didn't beg him to bring her into the world!

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the eighth day of the new year, the restaurant is back in business, and Zhou Huilan will continue to work.

Within a few days, the list of finalists for the food competition was sent, and this time six chefs were going to compete on the same stage.

In the end, three people will be selected to participate in the final round, and then run for the first place.

This competition is not compared to stir-frying, but compared to taste, but how to compare, it is not written on the promotion letter.

Zhou Huilan is not afraid of cooking, but she really can't tell what the organizer can compare with the taste of this alone, and she can only remember the taste of each ingredient as much as possible.

At noon that day, almost when the lunch shift was about to be closed, another list came.

I ordered two servings of tomato and egg noodles, and asked for a plate of cucumbers and a plate of braised beef.

These are all ready-made, and without Zhou Huilan's hands, Su Xiaoliang went to side dishes, but not long after the dish was served, the waiter went to the back kitchen to say that the customer wanted to see the master.

Zhou Huilan was going to change her clothes, but when she heard this, she tied her apron back again.

Unexpectedly, it was Zhou Zhenhai who wanted to see her.

I haven't seen him for a few days, Zhou Zhenhai's originally gray hair has turned snow-white, and his face can't hide his haggardness, Zhou Huilan walked straight to him and recognized him.

Zhou Huilan took a deep breath and was polite and official, "Is there anything wrong with this meal?"

Zhou Zhenhai put down his chopsticks tremblingly and pointed to the bowl of noodles on the opposite side, "Huilan, you sit down and have a meal with Dad."

"I'm sorry, if there's nothing wrong with the food, I'm off work." Zhou Huilan turned around and left after speaking, but she heard a "pop" and didn't know what it was broken, and subconsciously turned around, and saw Zhou Zhenhai trembling and picking up the chopsticks in the middle of the fragment.

Although he told himself countless times that he was not worthy of being a father.

But seeing with her own eyes the twilight appearance of this old man who used to be powerful, Zhou Huilan admitted that she still couldn't turn a blind eye.

She took another pair of chopsticks from the table next to her and handed them over, called for the waiter to come and sweep away the debris on the ground, and stood by the table and took a deep breath.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"I'm just here to talk to you, Jian...... Wang Jianye, that kid, I won't let him come to the house again in the future, if you are free, you can bring Yaoyao back, let your Aunt Hu help take the child, and you can also be idle."

Zhou Huilan looked at him fixedly, "Are you finished?"

Zhou Zhenhai nodded, and pointed to the bowl of noodles opposite in a little panic to let Zhou Huilan sit down, but Zhou Huilan had already turned around and left without looking back.

A few days later, the food contest sent another letter of entry.

This time, the method of the competition was clearly stated, and each contestant was required to prepare a piece of food and hand it to the organizer for the contestants to guess, but what exactly to guess was still not written.

Because it didn't involve competition, Zhou Huilan was lazy and used the Longjing Zhusun that was useless last time.