Siheyuan: Domineering life

Chapter 1140 Pancake Fruit
Yang Jun has always been concerned about his son Yang Chengcai's premature love.

He had the girl who confessed her love to Yang Chengcai in public transferred out of her original school.

The reason he did this was to make an example of someone.

He wanted to warn those girls who were greedy for his son's body to stop having such wishful thoughts.

Yang Chengcai is his son, and as a father he must fulfill his responsibilities as a father.

We can't just let our children fall in love prematurely.

Although Yang Chengcai will not be able to inherit the family business in the future, Yang Jun does not want him to become useless.

The child is still young and has no ability to distinguish.

They are often tempted by this hazy and beautiful feeling and thus neglect their studies.

If Yang Chengcai's grades were as terrible as Yang Chengdao's, Yang Jun would not care about him.

However, Yang Chengcai had excellent grades and was among the top three in his grade. Yang Jun did not want to ruin the Yang family's only potential scholar, so he wanted to produce a talent no matter what.

Early the next morning.

Yang Jun saw Yang Chengcai following his brother Yang Chengdao for a morning jog with his head down.

This kid is just like his mother Yang Qingxiang, both of them are submissive.

Even if I don't want to, I won't say it out loud.

No matter what happens, I always carry it alone and keep it in my heart.

Just like today's morning exercise, when Yang Chengdao told him that it was Yang Jun who asked him to do morning exercise, the kid didn't even ask the reason and just went out for morning exercise.

Yang Jun really dislikes this kind of personality.

Especially as a boy, if you don't have your own opinion, you will suffer a lot in the future. If you meet a woman with bad character, your life may be ruined.

Looking at his son like this, Yang Jun couldn't help but sigh.

He is well aware that it is difficult to change one's nature.

My son's character cannot be changed.

All he can do is find a good wife for him in the future, which would be considered as fulfilling his responsibility as a father.

After breakfast, the children went to school and the house became quiet again.

"Old Yang, there has been no news from Sister Ruolan for almost two months, why aren't you anxious at all?"

Yang Jun was fishing by the river when Meng Wenya came.

Hearing this, Yang Jun said calmly, "What's the use of being anxious? His parents are having a hard time getting over it. I can't just go to their house and knock on their door."

In fact, Chen Ruolan's whereabouts have always been in the hands of Yang Jun.

Since Chen Ruolan returned to Shanghai, she told her parents and family about this incident, and then she was locked up at home by her parents and was not allowed to go out.

During this period, Chen Ruolan tried to escape several times, but was caught by her parents every time.

Now, her parents took turns watching her, and escaping was no longer possible.

Of course, Meng Wenya didn’t know all this, and she was still a little worried.

"Her parents are keeping her like this forever, and you don't care?"

Yang Jun said: "Of course, but now is not the right time."

Right now, Chen Ruolan's parents are very angry, and coming to their house at this time would be like adding fuel to the fire.

Yang Jun thought that he would go there after this period of time had passed and his parents had calmed down.

Meng Wenya sighed when she heard this.

She squatted on one side with her arms around her knees, her brows furrowed, and no one knew what she was thinking.

She knew very well that now was not the time to go back, but she couldn't help but worry.

"I do believe in Sister Ruolan, but..."

She seemed to be hesitant about what she said. She glanced at Yang Jun, then hardened her heart and continued, "I'm afraid that if time goes on for a long time, something might happen."

"What could have happened?" Yang Jun asked.

"There are many things that may change, such as whether her parents will arrange a blind date for her, and whether she will do something that will bring shame to the Yang family when she is not in front of you."

"She dares?"

Yang Jun glared and said, "Since she has become my Yang Jun's woman, she will be my woman for life. If she has second thoughts, I will definitely make her suffer a fate worse than death."

When Meng Wenya heard this, she couldn't help but shiver.

Yang Jun was just trying to scare Chen Ruolan, not specifically, but all his women.

Although Yang Jun is usually easy-going, he must never be careless when it comes to women's issues.

Once you enter the Yang family, you will never have any other thoughts in your life.

If anyone dared to betray Yang Jun, one can imagine what would happen to him.

"Sister Ruolan would definitely not dare to betray you."

Meng Wenya said subconsciously.

When Yang Jun heard this, he looked back at her.

She looked a little flustered, as if she had been frightened by what she had just said.

"Scared you?"

Hearing this, Meng Wenya shuddered involuntarily and nodded subconsciously.

"Um……"

"But, Lao Yang, don't worry, I will never betray you."

Hearing this, Yang Jun reached out and pulled her into his arms, sitting her on his lap.

"I know."

Yang Jun hugged her and said, "You guys are all tested after following me. I trust you."

Meng Wenya snuggled in Yang Jun's arms and murmured to herself: "You are the only man in my life, and I will never change my mind."

Yang Jun didn't say anything, but hugged her tighter.

He knew these women well, and none of them would betray him.

Following him all these years proves everything.

The only variable is Chen Ruolan. After all, the two have known each other for a short time, and their union is somewhat dramatic, so there are many uncertainties in their relationship.

Yang Jun felt that he could not let this go on and that he had to do something.

So, the next day.

Yang Jun took Sun Zhaocai and Ding Erzhu and quietly left the capital and set out for Shanghai.

That afternoon, Yang Jun arrived in Shanghai.

He did not go to find Chen Ruolan first, but asked Sun Zhaocai to book a hotel.

After taking a shower and changing clothes in the hotel, Yang Jun took the two of them out of the hotel.

At this time, the sky was slightly dark and the lights were just coming on.

The entire city of Shanghai is reflected under the neon lights, looking extremely dazzling.

Yang Jun and his companions, three in total, walked leisurely on the street with their hands behind their backs.

Although Shanghai at that time was not as developed as it is in later generations, it already had the qualifications of a metropolis.

The streets are full of passers-by, walking in groups of three or four, looking very leisurely.

Since the reform and opening up, life has become better and better, and people's spiritual life has become richer and richer.

In addition to local people strolling around after dinner, there are also tourists from other places like Yang Jun.

"Uncle Yang, I'm hungry."

Just as Yang Jun was admiring the street scene, he was interrupted by Sun Zhaocai's discordant voice.

Yang Jun turned around and glanced at him. Coincidentally, at this moment, his stomach also started to sing the empty city plan.

Only then did he remember that he hadn't eaten for a day.

"Then find a stall and eat something."

There were small stalls on both sides of the street. At that time, there was no urban management in Shanghai, and freelance work was very popular.

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he was delighted.

"Uncle Yang, when I passed by just now, I saw a roast duck stall behind me. How about we go and eat some roast duck?"

Hearing this, Yang Jun rolled his eyes and said, "You eat it every day, aren't you full?"

"Can you be of some use?"

At this time, Ding Erzhu also said: "That's right, it's not easy to come to Shanghai, so we must experience the food in Shanghai."

"I heard that Shanghai's cuisine is mainly sweet, so why don't we try some local stir-fried dishes?"

After hearing this, Yang Jun suddenly felt less hungry.

When he thought about the fact that Shanghai’s food mainly consisted of sweets, he suddenly lost his appetite.

As a genuine northerner, what he hates most is adding sugar to food.

He has always believed that the reason why Southerners lack passion is mainly because they eat too much sweets and thus lose their temper.

"Don't go."

Yang Jun shook his head and said, "You can eat whatever you like. Anyway, I don't eat local food."

"Uncle Yang, but I really want to try Shanghai's roast duck." Sun Zhaocai said. "Yes, godfather, I also want to try Shanghai's local dishes." Ding Erzhu agreed.

Hearing this, Yang Jun pondered for a moment and said, "How about this, the three of us eat our own food."

"You go eat your roast duck, you go eat your local dishes, and I'll eat what I like."

"We'll meet up here when we're done."

When the two heard this, they were delighted.

"Uncle Yang, leaving you alone will cause your safety to be unsafe. Is that okay?" Sun Zhaocai said.

Hearing this, Yang Jun rolled his eyes: "When have you ever seen me?"

Sun Zhaocai smiled and said, "This...isn't this a special situation?"

"Okay, both of you go quickly and meet up here in an hour."

"Okay, Uncle Yang."

"Godfather, we're leaving. We'll meet here in an hour."

After the two guys left, Yang Jun sighed.

Then he continued wandering the street with his hands behind his back.

Almost all the people setting up stalls on the roadside are locals, and there are very few people from other places.

Now is the period of economic boom, but people in Shanghai are not that wealthy.

The roadside business is almost entirely monopolized by locals.

Yang Jun went around several streets and stalls but couldn't find a stall from outside of town.

At this moment, a roadside stall suddenly caught his attention.

This stall is deserted and business is very poor.

While other stalls were busy doing business, the owner of this stall just sat there sighing.

"Boss, give me some vegetable pancakes."

Yang Jun's voice interrupted the stall owner's thoughts.

Seeing a customer coming, the boss quickly stood up and greeted him with a smile.

"Sir, please wait a moment. I'll do it right away."

After saying that, the boss scooped a spoonful of the prepared noodles and started making pancakes on the griddle.

"Boss, your vegetable pancake is not authentic." Yang Jun said with a smile: "Authentic pancakes are made with whole wheat, not white flour like yours."

Yang Jun was from northern Jiangsu in his previous life, and was the type who loved to eat pancakes.

He loves that bite no matter where he goes.

He has been in this world for more than ten years, but he has never eaten vegetable pancakes.

Today, he finally came across it, and he must enjoy a feast.

"Hey, sir, I see you are from northern Jiangsu."

The stall owner smiled and said, "To be honest, I also want to make authentic vegetable pancakes, but..."

"You've seen how little business my stall has. If I had used authentic pancakes, I'd have closed down long ago."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jun couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

The stall owner was right. If he switched to authentic whole-wheat pancakes, he would have no business at all.

Whole wheat pancakes are difficult to eat, and if you don’t have good teeth, you can’t chew them.

It is difficult for northerners to eat, let alone southerners.

The stall owner was very skilled and soon a pancake was ready, and then it was time to add more dishes.

First, a layer of homemade sauce was brushed on the pancake, then the fried Sanzi was placed on top, and then a sausage was added.

“Would you like some cilantro?”

"No cilantro, just green onions."

"okay."

The boss sprinkled the chopped green onions and then a vegetable pancake was ready.

"Soup, please eat slowly."

Yang Jun took the pancake and sat down at the stall next to him.

"Sir, please get up quickly..."

Before the stall owner could finish his words, he saw the owner of a stall selling fried noodles next to him walking over.

"If you don't buy my stuff, don't sit in my seat."

Yang Jun heard this and looked back.

It turns out that I was sitting in someone else's seat.

This is how it works in business. If you don’t buy his stuff, he will treat you as an enemy. If you buy his stuff, he will look at you differently.

These are the thoughts of people at the bottom of society, and Yang Jun naturally understands them.

When thinking of this, Yang Jun smiled.

"Boss, give me some fried noodles."

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, then his expression immediately changed.

"Do you want spicy or sweet?"

"casual."

Seeing this, the boss didn't know what to say, so he went back to his stall and started frying the noodles.

After he left, Yang Jun said to the owner of the vegetable pancake shop.

"Give me another serving of pancakes."

"Can you finish your meal?"

The boss pointed at the pancake in Yang Jun's hand, and then pointed at the rice noodles that were being fried.

"It's not enough to fill the gap between my teeth. Just brand it."

"Okay, I'll brand you then."

After a while, the rice noodles were served.

Yang Jun didn't even look at it and continued eating his pancakes.

In less than a minute, a set of pancakes was finished.

At this time, the boss just brought over another set of pancakes.

"Another set." Yang Jun said.

When the boss heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and returned to the stall to continue making pancakes.

"Sir, I can tell from the first glance that you are from northern Jiangsu, but your accent sounds a bit like someone from Beijing."

The boss was making pancakes while chatting with Yang Jun.

"I'm from Xia Pi."

Yang Jun said: "It's just that I've been in the capital for more than ten years, so my accent has changed."

"Oh, that's it."

The boss nodded when he heard this, and then said, "I am also from Xia Pi, so we are fellow villagers."

"Are you from Xia Pi too?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he immediately felt a sense of familiarity.

Whenever he heard the word Xia Pi, he always felt inexplicably warmer in his heart.

"Hehe, to be honest, I'm from the Xia Pi artillery car."

"Are you from the artillery car?"

The more Yang Jun listened, the more he felt like two fellow villagers meeting, with tears in their eyes.

"Paoche is a good place. Talents have been born there since ancient times. Xiang Yu is from your Paoche."

When the boss heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

“Wow, you know history.”

"Everyone says Xiang Yu is from Xiangcheng, but in fact he is the cannon cart man."

Hearing this, Yang Jun laughed and said, "Who said it wasn't true? It was all misled by those stupid experts."

"Oh, if only Qin Shihuang were still alive, these stupid experts would have been buried alive." The boss said with some regret.

Yang Jun smiled and said, "Brother, Qin Shi Huang is gone, but I am still here."

"you?"

When the boss heard this, he thought Yang Jun was joking with him and didn't take it seriously.

"Okay, I believe you. It's unlucky for these experts to meet you, haha."

"Ha ha!"

Yang Jun also laughed.

Yang Jun ate four sets of Jianbing in one go, and finally gave the boss a hundred yuan before leaving.