1984: Starting from a bankrupt Sichuan restaurant

Chapter 56 Are This Family Belongs to the King of Hell? (Second Update)
The fish stall owner's surname is Gao, given name Yu, he is twenty-five years old, the third oldest, and is known as Gao Sanwa (the third-year student).

Zhou Yan felt that the nickname was too stressful, so he called him Boss Gao instead.

Boss Gao was forced to turn on the computer. He opened his eyes and stared blankly for a moment before sitting up. He looked at Zhou Yan and scratched his head: "Boss Zhou, you sold out of forty crucian carp this morning?"

"There's not much left, let's get some more," Zhou Yan said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll bring it to the shop at 4:30." Boss Gao took out a small notebook from his pocket, scribbled a few lines, and then looked up at Zhou Yan and said, "I raised a batch of grass carp in my pond this year. They grew up eating grass and now weigh more than three pounds. If you ever make pickled fish or boiled fish, grass carp is the best choice. The meat is very tender and crisp. Since we're friends, I'll give you a discount."

"Okay, I'll come find you if I need anything." Zhou Yan nodded, got on his bike, and turned back.

Boss Gao couldn't sleep either, so he got up and sorted through the fish in the bucket. When he couldn't find twenty fish that he was satisfied with, he told the stall owner next door and rode his tricycle back to the fishpond to catch more fish.

Zhou Yan has high requirements for fish: they must be of uniform size, of high quality, and very active.

But he orders a lot, and he pays promptly. As long as the fish is okay, he settles the payment immediately and doesn't extend credit.

That alone puts it miles ahead of all other restaurants and stalls in town.

Some shameless people will even charge you for taking two crucian carp. When you try to get the money back at the end of the month, you have to beg and plead. It's so frustrating.

He, a high school senior, vowed to make his business big and successful! He envisioned a future where people would beg him to buy fish, paying cash upfront!

Zhou Yan was unaware of Boss Gao's grand ambition, but he was quite satisfied with his fish. If he ever needed fish in the future, it would be a good idea to ask him for help.

Comrade Zhou came back from fishing early today, before the factory closed for the day.

He wiped the mud off his feet by the riverbank before pushing the cart over.

Zhou Momo ran over, hugged Old Zhou's leg, looked up, and asked in her childish voice, "Daddy! Daddy! Did you catch any fish today?"

"Hmm, I caught one today." Zhou Miao parked the car and took out a crucian carp weighing eight or nine ounces from the bamboo basket in the car.

"Wow! Daddy is so capable! He caught another fish!" Zhou Momo jumped up excitedly and clapped her hands.

"You caught another one! Not bad at all." Zhao Tieying followed him out and looked at the crucian carp in Zhou Miao's hand. "This size is just right for making crucian carp with mint."

"Yes, the size is just right," Zhou Yan said with a smile.

It's exactly the same as the one he bought.

Very standard fishkeeping.

A farmed crucian carp of decent quality.

The air force still couldn't break the turtle's defenses.

"Then I'll catch it and raise it."

As Zhou Miao walked towards the kitchen with the fish in his hand, he and Zhou Yan passed each other with a smile that only the father and son could understand.

Zhou Yanyuan gave a helpless, bitter smile, which could only be described as that of an air force veteran.

This time, he only bought one item. It seems that Comrade Zhou is preparing for a protracted battle, taking it slow and steady.

Zhou Miao fetched a bucket of water from the kitchen and washed his hands and shoes under a tree.

Zhao Tieying told him about the trouble Wang Mazi caused at noon that day.

Zhou Miao listened in silence before asking, "Zhou Yan said someone was instigating this behind the scenes?"

"We don't know yet, we'll see what the security department says." Zhao Tieying said with a smile, "It's nothing, I've taken care of it, it's a small matter."

"Yeah, my wife really knows how to smooth things over. No wonder she was a model militia member back then!" Zhou Miao smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"You still remember that I won the model worker award?" Zhao Tieying smiled broadly.

Zhou Miao nodded with a smile: "Of course, you also got an enamel mug and two towels as a reward. I've kept the mug in the cabinet for you."

"Didn't it leak?"

"Even if you missed it, it still has sentimental value. You're the first female militia member in the brigade to be awarded the title of model soldier!"

"Sanshui, you're so kind."

"It's only right that I treat you well."

"No, no, that's too cloying. I'll say things like that when I get home."

Aunt Zhao got up and walked into the shop with a slightly shy expression.

Zhou Miao smiled as he watched her enter, then splashed the dirty water, placed the bucket aside, and got up to walk towards the security office, his face already turning cold.

...Huang Fusheng spent three hours in the security department's interrogation room. When he pushed his bicycle out of the factory gate, his face was pale and he seemed somewhat absent-minded.

Wang Mazi, a scoundrel, had no sense of chivalry whatsoever. He was arrested and interrogated for less than an hour before he confessed.

The security personnel came to the factory canteen and took him back to investigate.

This matter can be big or small.

Although he was the instigator, Wang Mazi and his gang didn't cause any major trouble at Zhou Erwa's restaurant, and it didn't involve money; at most, it was considered disorderly conduct.

But now is a time of strict crackdown, and Wang Mazi and his gang have a lot of dirty deeds on their hands. If he gets involved, he'll be covered in filth.

He was released today and suspended from his duties to await further notice at home.

"Are you Huang Fusheng?" At that moment, a voice rang out from behind.

"Huh?" Huang Fusheng turned around, looking at the dark-skinned middle-aged man with a puzzled expression: "I am him, who are you?"

“Zhou Yan is my son, and I am Zhou Miao, the butcher from Zhoucun.” Zhou Miao lifted his clothes, revealing the handle of the boning knife at his waist, and stared at Huang Fusheng.

"The security department said you sent people to cause trouble at my son's shop, so I came to say a few words to you."

"If anything happens to Zhou Yan in the future, I will only come to you."

"Suji is very small; there's no one you can't find."

His tone was calm, but his ruthlessness carried a murderous intent that was exceptionally cold.

Huang Fusheng's fat body trembled, and he hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "I won't dare to do it again! I won't dare to do it again..."

Zhou Miao put down the clothes and turned to leave.

Huang Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize with a start that his back was completely soaked.

Slaughtering a cow?
Huang Fusheng would believe anyone who said he had killed someone!
Huang Fusheng tried to get on the bicycle three times but failed. Finally, he managed to get on by stepping on a curb by the roadside.

There was nothing I could do; my legs gave way.

Are they from the underworld?
That's terrifying!

He must stay far away from anything related to Zhou Yan from now on.

Zhou Miao returned to the shop, a gentle smile returning to his face.

After the factory closed, more and more customers started arriving.

Zhou Miao helps serve dishes, dipping sauces, and rice; she does these small tasks very well.

"Where did you just go?" Aunt Zhao asked, looking at him.

"I ran into an acquaintance, and we chatted for a while," Zhou Miao said casually.

"You know someone in this factory?" Aunt Zhao said, somewhat surprised.

"Let's get to know each other first, then we'll get to know each other better," Zhou Miao smiled, and served two bowls of braised beef to the guests.

There were quite a few customers tonight. The old factory manager's positive review and the word-of-mouth from the past two days have started to spread, and the tables in the restaurant are gradually being filled.

"Sister Zhao, could you order me a plate of braised beef and a pack of braised pork ribs?" Lin Zhiqiang walked into the store and handed over the aluminum lunchbox in his hand.

"Sure, Director Lin, would you like to pack some for the children?" Zhao Tieying smiled as she took the lunchbox.

"Yes, the two kids ate braised pork ribs yesterday and kept craving them, so they insisted I bring them some back today." Lin Zhiqiang nodded with a smile, then asked with concern, "I heard someone came to cause trouble at noon today, how did it go?"

"It's alright. Section Chief Luo and his staff from the security department arrived in time and arrested all the troublemakers. It won't have much of an impact," Zhao Tieying said.

"It's good that you're alright." Lin Zhiqiang nodded, greeted Zhou Miao, and then sat down to the side.

He came today on orders to eat braised beef, and also to bring back braised pork ribs for his two kids.

He never expected that at the age of thirty-eight, he would experience a second spring in his life.

but……

Thinking about how Meng Anhe had fried eggs for him and put on his coat this morning, he couldn't help but smile.

This braised beef with ribs is a must-try!
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