Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1238, Section 1127: My Own Mother
It was close to 7 p.m.

The grand feast of the third day should begin.

Groups of guests headed up to the third floor.

When Mr. Liang, Mr. Hou, Mr. Sun and their group passed by, they greeted them cheerfully.

It's called being cheerful, but it's really just showing off. To others, it's just %@&%& (beep beep beep)%%& and they're really filthy.

"Hmph, what a joke. Yesterday you said we hit it off immediately, but now you've turned your back on me."

"Exactly. They even said they felt young when they ate with us, but they still hang out with old men when they turn around."

"They kept saying, 'Oh, thank goodness for you guys, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to get enough people.' Haha, and look what happened, we filled the positions in less than a day."

Liang Yue and the others huddled together, grumbling and complaining.

Old Liang and Old Hou are really not fair. How could they lie to a child? How could they abandon the child they brought with them?

The two young people and the middle-aged man I ate with a couple of days ago didn't show up.

But there were six more old men and three old women.

The "Old Gluttons" organization is really mysterious; they have so many members.

Food is the most important thing for the people.

Grandparents' generation suffered when they were young. Now that they have the means, and are more open-minded, they can indulge in some delicious food.

Understanding is understanding.

But today's feast is prepared by Chef Dalin himself!

Liang Yue and the others are absolutely furious.

Sigh, I just enjoyed two days of lavish feasts, and I'm still dreaming about it.

I was even thinking of coming back on the third day to give this trip to Tianhan a perfect ending.

Liang Yue took three days off, and Xiang Boming should also go back to oversee the business.

Mengjie and her husband used their annual leave, which was only three days.

Er Ya and her friend are students, and even worse, they skipped class to get here.

As a result, the seemingly perfect ending yielded no profit; people wouldn't sell to anyone under fifty, not even for money.

As a result, they could only sit at a small table and eat Mapo Tofu, Maoxuewang (a spicy Sichuan dish), twice-cooked pork, boiled pork slices, and lemongrass-flavored cured pork rice.

Slurp~~ So delicious!

After Liang and his group went upstairs, they saw a group of elderly people from the village, dressed in what looked like locals. They were all radiant and full of energy, speaking in their local dialect as they walked up the stairs in a lively manner.

No, such a sprightly old man is taking medicinal cuisine?
Then, another group of people, who looked to be from all walks of life and whose casual clothes looked like uniforms, walked up, led by a very dignified middle-aged man.

No, this is clearly a middle-aged man, he doesn't look to be fifty years old, how did he get on the upper floor?

Jiweilou is cheating!
Then two more groups of well-dressed grandpas and grandmas came up, their faces beaming with joy and discussing animatedly. From what I overheard, they were talking about similar topics to Grandpa Liang and Grandpa Hou, so they must also be gourmets.

Finally, another group of people came up from downstairs.

This group of people felt different; they were refined and gentle, and seemed quite amiable.

They were older than the previous groups, mostly around sixty or seventy years old, with either gray or snow-white beards and very little hair.

The leader was the oldest, probably in his seventies or even eighties, but he showed no signs of aging. His hair and beard were all white, and he had a youthful face despite his white hair, exuding the demeanor of a great man.

He has hair.

Beside the old man was a young woman…

"Hey, who is she? How can she go up there?"

Liang Yue muttered to her friends, feeling indignant. They could tolerate the imposing middle-aged man in front of them; maybe he just looked young.

This young woman looks to be in her early twenties. Is she a relative? That's way too much of a connection.

Mengjie's husband stared at that girl for a long time, making Mengjie want to carry out family discipline.

Before the tender flesh on her waist could be pinched by two fingers, she suddenly said, "Isn't she the captain of the women's volleyball team who retired last year? She got injured in the last match of the group stage of the World Championships, and the women's volleyball team was eliminated in the quarterfinals. She retired due to injury right after the competition. Her name was, her name was, what was her name again?"

It seems he knows a little, but not much.

Even as this group of people, carrying a medicinal scent, passed by and headed to the third floor, she still hadn't remembered her name.

"Forget it, forget it, don't think about it." Xiang Boming waved his hand. "After all, they are from the national team, so it's only right that they receive preferential treatment."

Sister Meng also closed her two outstretched fingers, changing from pinching to poking.

She nudged her husband and brought up another topic, "Hey, I'm planning to bring that brat over during the National Day holiday and have a seven-day feast."

Mengjie's husband readily agreed, but still had some concerns: "The child is too old to come out with his parents, so he might not be willing to come."

Mengjie and her husband were the oldest among this group, and they also got married early.

The couple has a son who is already in high school.

It seems like I've entered my rebellious phase.

But Sister Meng didn't care about that. She clenched her fist and said, "I'll bring him here even if I have to take him by force!"

"Why?" Mengjie's husband was full of questions, completely baffled as they were eating dinner, why was she thinking about that brat at home?

Mengjie glanced at him and said, "That brat is getting more and more out of control. He plays games as soon as he gets out of school, and his grades are getting worse and worse. He dropped twenty places in the grade ranking in one semester, and he still has a loving father who speaks well of him every day. If the loving father is not working, then I, the strict mother, have to play the bad guy."

Mengjie's husband shuddered, thinking to himself, "Why is she coming at me again?"

You've ruined your son, but you mustn't ruin your father too!

But what does this have to do with bringing children to eat?
Sister Meng gave a cold laugh and pointed to several empty plates on the table. "I want to broaden his horizons, let him see some good things, and whet his appetite."

"This is a good thing," Mengjie's husband murmured.

This job should be done by him, the good father, so why did he become the bad guy?

Then, Sister Meng changed the subject, "After the National Day holiday, if his ranking improves in the monthly exams, I'll bring him here again on a weekend as a reward, and he can order a dish as a reward."

Even Sister Meng's husband was shocked. Using this to test cadres? Which cadre... could withstand such a test?

"Just...just one dish?"

Sister Meng snorted coldly, "If you're first in the class, you can order three dishes. If you're in the top ten in the grade, you can add another big dish. If you get into a 985 university, the graduation banquet will be held right here!"

It seems that Sister Meng already has a complete plan.

After saying that, he sighed, "Ah, it was better when we were kids. We could hang the naughty boy up and beat him when he was naughty. Now that he's grown up, it's not easy to do it."

Mengjie's husband couldn't help but complain, "Yes, yes, I think our child is getting so mushy from all the beatings you've given him..."

I spent three days at Jiweilou and learned all the culinary jargon.

It seems that Sister Meng's child is quite...lively.

Er Ya and Liang Yue were initially listening intently to what they thought was gossip, but after hearing the whole plan, they were terrified and started trembling.

This is truly a loving mother, so cruel!

Phew~~ Thank goodness I'm already at work.

Phew~~ Luckily, I've already finished my university entrance exams.

Phew~~ Thank goodness there was no Jiweilou restaurant when I was a kid...

(End of this chapter)