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

Although it wasn't his own money being spent, the old man was genuinely a little distressed.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Old Mrs. Shen pinched the soft flesh around her waist hard, her eyes clearly saying, "It's not your money being spent, and it won't go into your pocket, so why are you so upset?"

Chen Jianguo hadn't heard what the old man had just said; he was staring intently at the foreigners coming and going when Chen Deshun pulled him away.

"What are you looking at? We're in line."

While waiting in line, Chen Jianguo suddenly remembered that his colleagues had mentioned this place during a conversation.

They say this oven-roasted duck tastes good, but the only downside is that it's ridiculously expensive; their wages don't allow them to patronize it often.

He forgot the exact price and was considering backing out, but now that the queue had already started, it was too late to back out.

The queue was quite long, but fortunately the tables were served quickly, and they didn't have to wait too long before it was their turn.

Stepping into Quanjude, a rich aroma of roast duck mixed with the fragrance of fruitwood wafts over, whetting the appetite.

The restaurant was bustling with activity, and every seat was taken.

The waiter led them to their seats, and Chen Jianguo's lips twitched slightly as he passed the large menu hanging on the wall.

A quick glance revealed several dishes priced at over ten yuan.

Although I didn't look at the dish names carefully, I felt a chill run down my spine. What kind of dishes are these? And each one costs more than ten yuan? This is a blatant rip-off!

No wonder my colleagues said they couldn't afford it, and neither could he!

Glancing at Chen Deshun, who stood calmly beside him, Chen Jianguo finally realized: Oh, so that's how it is. Dad must have planned this all along. He knew he couldn't keep the savings account, so he wanted to make him bleed money! How insidious! He doesn't show any father-son relationship at all!

The four people sat down, and the waiter naturally handed the menu to the old man.

The man is the breadwinner, and the old man is the eldest, so the elders in the family usually order the food when they eat.

"Sir, may I order?"

Chen Jianguo reached out to take the menu. The old man was illiterate, which was a good opportunity for him to turn the tide, but Chen Deshun beat him to it.

"I'll do it."

Chen Deshun snatched the menu. He was joking; if Chen Jianguo ordered, the meal would be a waste. Spending money was secondary when eating out; the important thing was to enjoy it. Did he even understand the essence of eating Peking duck? It was obvious to anyone that the kid would just order whatever was cheapest.

Chen Deshun picked up the menu and started looking at it. The waiter thoughtfully stood behind him, ready to take notes at any time.

"A whole roasted duck, stir-fried chicken cubes, and this specialty duck dish, mustard duck feet; for vegetables, braised cabbage to cut the grease; and a cold cucumber salad..."

"Dad! That's enough! There are only four of us, we can't eat that much!"

Chen Jianguo broke out in a cold sweat and quickly interrupted.

We already have five dishes! Why are you ordering more? How much will it cost if we order so many?

The menu at the entrance just now showed that a roast duck alone cost eight or nine yuan, and then there were meat dishes and vegetable dishes. If we keep ordering like this, it will easily cost more than twenty yuan!

His initial idea was to order a roast duck and a serving of rice for each person, and have a simple meal.

He really didn't expect to come to such a high-end roast duck restaurant. He didn't know until he came in that he saw a lot of blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners sitting inside, and he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

What kind of low-end restaurant would attract foreigners?

Chen Deshun was still somewhat unsatisfied and wanted to order several more dishes to try, but seeing Chen Jianguo's extremely unpleasant expression, he could only stop there.

After all, Chen Jianguo is paying the bill. What if we really piss him off and he just runs away after dinner? Although that's unlikely, it's better to be careful.

"Bring four more servings of rice, that'll do for now."

Chen Deshun handed the menu back to the waiter.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The waiter took the menu and left.

Before long, the food was served on the table in a continuous stream.

Tender roast duck, braised cabbage, savory fried chicken, mustard duck feet, smashed cucumber, plus a large bowl of steaming duck bone soup and four bowls of rice.

The duck bone soup is complimentary.

The table was laden with meat, vegetables, and staple foods, and looked incredibly delicious, but Chen Jianguo couldn't smile at all.

Just before the food was served, he excused himself to go to the restroom and secretly slipped to the front desk to glance at the prices of the dishes. He was shocked by what he saw.

Every dish here, even the cucumber salad, is significantly more expensive than in restaurants, making it not worth it at all.

He secretly did the math in his head: the dishes his dad had just ordered cost a total of seventeen yuan and eighty cents!

Seventeen dollars and eighty cents!

It cost him almost a third of his salary!

It hurts! It hurts so much! My heart is bleeding.

Chen Jianguo's face looked like he was constipated, which was obvious to the elderly couple and Chen Deshun, but they all tacitly chose to ignore it and pretend they didn't see it.

While eating, why are you making such a sullen face? It's disgusting!

With so many delicious dishes in front of him, who would care about looking at his horse-like face?

We've been starving all the way here, so getting to eat is the most important thing.

To be honest, this place is a bit pricey, but the food is absolutely delicious and the portions are very generous. The ducks are whole, unlike in later times when you can order a big plate of chicken and then piece it together to make seven or eight chicken necks.

The meat and vegetable dishes were all very substantial; there were no instances of using side dishes to make up the numbers.

The roasted duck skin, golden brown and crispy, gleams with an enticing sheen. The sliced ​​duck meat is neatly arranged on a plate, served with lotus leaf pancakes, shredded scallions, and sweet bean sauce. Just looking at it makes your mouth water.

Grandma Shen reached out and unceremoniously broke off a plump duck leg and handed it to Grandpa. She then put the other duck leg into Chen Deshun's bowl, broke off both duck wings, waved them in front of Chen Jianguo, and put them into her own bowl without any qualms.

Chen Jianguo's chopsticks were suspended in mid-air, and he froze on the spot.

The duck legs are gone, the duck wings are gone too...

Grandma Shen seemed not to notice his expression. She tapped his chopsticks away with her own, picked up two pieces of cucumber salad for him, and said calmly, "There's still a long way to go. The best food is yet to come. Your grandpa and I are getting to eat less and less every time we have a meal."

Chen Jianguo's lips twitched. What do you mean by "the best food is yet to come"? Liu Rui manages all the money in the house, and they hardly ever eat meat throughout the year.

Suddenly, I felt a tightness in my chest. Looking at the table full of food, I suddenly lost my appetite.

But I have to eat even if I don't have an appetite, because he'll be paying later, and I'll lose a lot of money if I don't eat!

Thinking of this, he immediately turned his grief and anger into a desire to eat, and began to eat in silence.

The elderly couple and Chen Deshun didn't care what Chen Jianguo thought; they didn't even look up once and ate with great relish.

Especially for Grandma Shen, eating was just about filling her stomach before, but today's meal was the first time she could truly enjoy the pleasure of eating.

Pick up a piece of duck meat, dip it in sauce, roll it up with scallions, wrap it in a lotus leaf pancake, and stuff it into your mouth. You'll be so happy that your eyes will squint.

This feeling... I'll have plenty to brag about to my old ladies when I get back to the village.

The table was laden with food, but Chen Jianguo was in a bad mood and forced himself not to eat much, leaving quite a lot of food uneaten in the end.

Chen Jianguo was about to call the waiter over to pack it up for him, thinking he would take it back and buy a bottle of wine with Liu Rui that evening to have a good talk about this mess.

As it turned out, Chen Deshun beat him to it again.

Chen Deshun quickly gathered the remaining food on the table, muttering to himself, "Every grain is hard-earned, we can't waste it. Your second and fourth brothers are still in the hospital, so this is a good opportunity to save it for their dinner."