Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

Chen Deshun clicked his tongue as he looked at the sign for the state-run restaurant. He thought to himself that he was also someone who earned over a hundred yuan a month, but in his previous life, he had saved every penny and never went to a state-run restaurant more than a few times before he died.

Now that I have money in my pocket, I naturally can't let myself suffer anymore.

As you enter the restaurant, the aroma of food mingles with the noise of people.

Arriving at the counter, Chen Deshun glanced at the menu and said, "Braised fish, Mapo tofu, roast duck, shredded pork with garlic sauce, and a duck bone and tofu soup."

The waiter didn't even look up, quickly jotting things down in his notebook.

After taking notes, he looked up at Chen Deshun, wondering why one person would order so many dishes.

He had worked in state-run restaurants for many years and had seen people order a whole table of dishes for a dinner party, as well as several people ordering a plate of peanuts to go with their drinks, but he rarely saw a single person order so many dishes for a meal.

These days, nobody's rich, everyone's frugal, and ordering one or two dishes is considered a treat.

"Comrade, are you alone?" the waiter couldn't help but ask to confirm.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Chen Deshun nodded.

"Well...did we order too much? Our portions are large, you definitely can't finish it all by yourself," the waiter kindly advised.

"fine."

Chen Deshun waved his hand dismissively, then, as if remembering something, added, "Another beer, please!"

The waiter opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed his words, handed over the printed ticket, and reminded him, "Please present the ticket to collect your food later."

Chen Deshun paid for the ticket and found an empty seat by the window.

The waiter was just being kind, worried that it would be a waste for him to order so much food since it was his first time there.

But it didn't matter; he didn't care at all.

Can't finish it?

It's perfect if we can't finish it.

Pack it up and take it back to my family for those good-for-nothing kids who can only open their mouths.

Before, at home, I would always eat their leftovers.

It's time for a change.

If you dare to complain that it's his leftovers, then go hungry.

The food and drinks were served quickly and were laid out in abundance.

Chen Deshun unscrewed the cap of a beer bottle, poured himself a full glass, and tilted his head back to gulp down half of it.

Take a piece of succulent braised fish and put it in your mouth; the sauce is rich and the fish is fresh and delicious.

He ate slowly and deliberately, savoring the long-awaited delicious food while enjoying the rare tranquility.

To be honest, the food was a bit disappointing.

The fish wasn't properly cooked, and the tofu lacked its spicy and savory flavor.

After a satisfying meal, Chen Deshun rubbed his slightly bulging belly and leaned back comfortably in his chair.

His gaze drifted leisurely to the window, watching the hurried crowds on the street. A meaningful smile appeared on his lips as he muttered to himself, "The boss's old scores have been settled, but there's still a small debt of two hundred yuan that should be put on the agenda... There's no time like the present."

He took out his aluminum lunchbox from his cloth bag, preparing to pack up the leftovers on the table and take them with him.

Restaurants in this era were not as convenient as they are in later times. There was no takeaway service, and if you wanted to take leftovers home, you had to bring your own utensils.

People usually bring their own mesh bags, aluminum lunch boxes, plastic bags, or other containers to hold their food.

It is worth mentioning that plastic bags were a very rare and precious item at the time.

Extremely scarce in mainland China, mainly flowing in from overseas such as Hong Kong, with almost no commercial production or sales in mainland China.

Chen Deshun worked quickly, packing the leftover food on the table into lunchboxes.

Before leaving, I bought ten large steamed buns from the window outside the restaurant.

There's another tough battle tonight, and we'll have to rely on those little rascals. They need to be well-fed to have the energy.

When I got home, as soon as I opened the door, I heard Chen Jianshe complaining from inside.

"Dad! Where have you been? Why are you so late? There's no food in the kitchen. What are we having for dinner?"

Although the second sons, Chen Jianye and Chen Lihua, didn't say anything, their eyes were fixed on him, their dissatisfaction barely concealed.

Before, when I got home at this time, the food would already be on the table. Now, the kitchen isn't even warm.

Chen Deshun glanced at the group and said, "What are you yelling about? Coming home so early, is your hand or foot broken? Can't you do it yourself? From now on, I'll be working three shifts and won't be back until midnight. Are you expecting me to serve you?"

Chen Jianshe looked indignant, wanting to refute but hesitant, mainly because he was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say.

Chen Jianye didn't want to continue the topic; arguing wouldn't do him any good. After a long day at work, he was starving, and eating was the most important thing.

"Dad, I've already paid for my and Lao San's living expenses. You promised to provide us with meals, so you can't go back on your word."

"That's right, if you don't provide meals, you have to refund us double the money," Chen Jianshe quickly chimed in.

"Do you want me to slap you hard across the face?"

Chen Deshun snorted coldly, threw the lunchbox in his hand onto the table with a clatter, and opened the bag containing the steamed buns.

"Here's your dinner, eat up."

Chen Jianshe was quick-witted and nimble-fingered, and was the first to rush forward and reach out to lift the lid of the lunchbox.

As soon as the lid was opened, a delicious aroma of meat wafted out.

Upon seeing the contents of the lunchbox, Chen Jianshe's eyes lit up: "Dad, you went to a state-run restaurant?"

He and his second brother went there yesterday and remembered the dishes, but they didn't dare to order them because they were too expensive and they couldn't afford them.

Chen Jianye and Chen Lihua also came over, staring intently at the food in the lunchbox.

Chen Deshun nodded calmly: "I went. What happened?"

"Dad, how could you eat alone by yourself!"

Chen Jianshe's joy didn't last long; his face fell, and he said resentfully, "Is the lunchbox full of your leftovers?"

Chen Jianye then noticed that the braised fish in the lunchbox was reduced to a lonely head and tail, with no meat left in the middle. The Mapo Tofu inside was also mashed up. It was clear that the person eating there was not particular about food.

My appetite, which had just been ignited, has faded considerably.

Chen Lihua didn't say anything, but her face was full of disgust.

She thought Chen Deshun was being unusually generous, but it turns out he just brought back leftovers from outside!

Chen Deshun's gaze swept across their faces one by one, and he said coldly, "I'm paying for my own meal, how can that be called eating alone? If you want to eat too, go ahead, who's pointing a gun at you and stopping you from going? I brought the food back for you, eat it or don't."

He wouldn't continue to indulge these unfilial children as before. If they had the guts, they could get out now; if they didn't, they'd have to follow his rules if they wanted to stay at home.

The three were rendered speechless by the rebuttal.

My stomach was rumbling, but even leftovers from a state-run restaurant were better than cornbread with pickled vegetables.

Most importantly, if you don't eat, you'll have to go to bed hungry at night, and your next meal won't be until tomorrow morning.

Anyone who has ever tried to sleep on an empty stomach knows how it feels; it not only affects sleep but also sleep quality.

The three of them had no choice but to pick up their chopsticks. Only after seeing their older siblings start eating did Chen Sanqi begin to eat as well.

The second son, Chen Jianye, ate a couple of bites of food and suddenly realized a crucial issue.

His dad used to be someone who wouldn't even buy an ice pop, so why did he suddenly change his ways today and go to a state-run restaurant to eat and drink like a glutton?

His eyes darted around, glancing at Chen Deshun, who was sitting beside him with his eyes closed, and he tentatively asked, "Dad, this meal must have been expensive, right?"

Chen Jianye and Chen Lihua, who were engrossed in their meal, paused and looked up at Chen Deshun.

Chen Deshun hadn't intended to hide it anyway, and frankly said, "It's not cheap, but your eldest brother paid back the money he owed the family today."