"Hmph! Your Grandpa Chu is not stupid. I will come to you for a small matter like diarrhea?" Chu Nanyang glared at Ye Huang and said again.
"In short, try to control the health and quarantine as much as possible. Although what I said today will make great progress for the guests, there are still risks. Supplying to the military zone is not like supplying to ordinary supermarkets. In addition to apologizing for problems, it is enough.
In addition to the problems in the military region, they are a delay in fighter planes and even more serious problems, so you'd better pay attention to them."
Mr. Chu Nanyang said with a straight face.
"Grandpa Chu, don't worry. As long as it's not poisoning, I guess there won't be any problems. Besides, the ingredients are all from your military region. If there is any problem, it's their business." Ye Huang rolled his eyes.
"Hey...you brat, do you want to completely throw away the responsibility? If you have the ability to poison, then you can do it, but I'm afraid you don't dare. In short, apart from the problem, we will definitely find out about you, this
You can't hide even if you hide."
"I understand, Grandpa Chu, please don't scare me. Let me tell you, this hot pot is not something to eat, but more like poison."
"It's not just poison. After eating poison, people still want to eat it!" After saying this, Chu Nanyang burst into laughter.
Seeing the old man acting rogue, Emperor Ye could only smile bitterly and shake his head.
Later, Chu Qingkuang and Jiang Yan discussed the matter of Ke Lai Ju's supply of hot pot base and food processing to the military region, and the benefits were clearly stipulated.
Since it was supplying the military region, the banner was naturally to support the national defense construction. Neither Ye Huang nor Jiang Yan thought about making too much money from this, so they adopted the strategy of small profits but quick turnover. But even so, Ye Huang calculated
As a result, guests from the military region’s cake will earn close to 5 to 6 billion every year.
In other words, the old man of the Chu family came over to have a hot pot meal, which made Ke Laiju a profit of five to six billion for nothing. It can be said to be a gold ingot picked up while walking.
Seeing Ye Huang grinning with his teeth bared, Chu Nanyang took out his walking stick and poked the boy and said in a deep voice.
"You brat, I'll give you five or six billion a year. I won't be willing to stop caring about my granddaughter."
"Hehe, look what you always said, these are two different things. Besides, when did I treat Qingyun badly?"
"Hmph! You kid." Knowing what he said, this kid would still follow the instructions step by step, and Chu Nanyang was not prepared to let him submit.
"Okay, now that you've eaten and drank enough, it's time to leave. Brat, don't forget your words. Give me treatment for the old man. If you don't come, I won't be able to spare you."
"Don't worry, I'll go treat you after I'm done with this."
After smiling, Ye Huang stood up and quickly gave a gesture to Jiang Yan who was standing aside, and the latter immediately understood.
"Grandpa Chu, from now on our Ke Lai Ju will be the catering supply unit of the military region. Do you think it will give us a blessing of calligraphy and give us a long face at Ke Lai Ju?"
"Is this guy Ye Huang thinking of this bad thing?" Seeing Jiang Yan take the pen and ink from Luo Yumo's hand and throw it on the table nearby, Chu Nanyang took a look at Ye Huang and understood the drama.
Who sang it.
"Grandpa Chu, we will be a family from now on. It would be unreasonable for you not to treat your family members lightly." Jiang Yan smiled and did not answer the old man's question. Instead, she glanced at Chu Qingyun and said something intriguing.
Chu Nanyang is a mature man, so he immediately understood what Jiang Yan said.
"Okay! We will indeed be a family from now on. We can't say we should take advantage of our own family."
When Mr. Chu said this, Chu Qingyun's face turned red and she cast a grateful look at Jiang Yan.
As a person involved, she naturally understood the meaning of Jiang Yan's words. What she meant was that she had recognized herself, a person who had not yet been recognized by Ye Huang, as the mistress of the villa.
"Old man, I haven't given away a calligraphy treasure in decades, so I'll make an exception this time for my granddaughter." After saying this, Chu Nanyang picked up the brush and dipped it in ink a few times, then started splashing the ink, following the old man's brush, scolding Fang.
Qiu, two lines of strong and powerful characters appeared on the paper.
"The fragrance attracts foreigners, and the taste attracts the immortals in wine." Seeing the two lines of couplets written by the old man, Jiang Yan and Luo Yumo both gasped.
"Grandpa Chu, if we frame your words and put them in front of the door, it would be unreasonable if the business is not booming.
"Haha, the old man only has this little ink, so you can make do with it." After signing, Chu Nanyang put down the brush and said with a smile.
"Grandpa Chu, you are too self-effacing. This calligraphy is powerful and powerful, much better than those calligraphers who have no name." Luo Yumo, who didn't interrupt much, also interjected.
It's not that everyone is flattering the old man, but Chu Nanyang's calligraphy does have the style of everyone. His strokes are like dragons and snakes, and every stroke has an implicit momentum.
"Sister Yan, please let someone copy this calligraphy and hang it outside. Keep this original work well, it may be very valuable in the future."
"You brat, you want to sell my love for money." Chu Nanyang laughed and cursed after listening to Ye Huang's words.
"No way, I plan to keep it for my son." Ye Huang chuckled, this old man has really become a spirit, he knows all my thoughts.
"Haha, if you and Qingyun have a child, let alone a set of calligraphy, even if you ask me to write one a day, I will definitely write for you."
"Grandpa..." Seeing her grandfather making fun of herself and Emperor Ye, Chu Qingyun blushed and shouted that she didn't comply.
"This old man has a thicker skin than I do. He has met his match." Ye Huang also sweated violently and murmured in his heart.
While everyone was joking, the old man's calligraphy had already been put away to dry, and another piece of rice paper was laid out.
"Uncle Chu and Grandpa Chu have both left calligraphy treasures. You can also write one." Jiang Yan said with a smile.
"Me? I'll forget it, I'm not very good at this stuff." Chu Qingkuang also asked himself to write after hearing this, but he immediately refused and waved his hands quickly.
"Uncle Chu, you are too disrespectful, aren't you?" At this time, Ye Huang also interjected.
"this……"
"Okay, who told you not to practice your ugly handwriting? Just write it when Emperor Ye asks you to do it. You're afraid of being embarrassed and conspicuous. Once you've written it, let Xiao Jiang frame it and hang it in the latrine." Seeing his son shirk, Chu Nanyang turned to Shen.
He lowered his face and said.
After being told this by his father, Chu Qingkuang had no choice but to pick up a pen and start writing in a precise manner.
However, compared to the old man's writing style, Chu Qingkuang's writing is much inferior. Although his writing is fair, it is more feminine and less masculine, which is just passable.
"Come in early, come in late, come in early, come in late, eat more, eat less, eat as much as possible." Chu Qingkuang came out with some words, and several people started to read them.
Beside him, Ye Huang was dripping with cold sweat, he was so damn invincible.
"Grandpa Chu, are you sure you want the words "Uncle Chu" to be hung in the hut? I estimate that my guest will go bankrupt within a week. Isn't this a curse..."
Seeing the words Chu Qingkuang mentioned, Ye Huang had the urge to wet his pants.
The first half of the sentence is suitable when placed in the toilet, but the second half of the sentence feels like eating poop when placed in the toilet?
