Looking at the simple dishes on this table, it was obviously considered a luxury for the poor uncle. Chu Nan said with a smile, "Uncle, it turns out that you have a lot of money. As soon as this son came, the food immediately improved. You only eat steamed buns on weekdays."
Pickles, isn’t the difference in treatment too big?”
The poor man who smoked low-quality cigarettes looked outside the hut toward the village entrance in the distance for a while, then turned and grinned, "It's different. My son lives in the capital and must be used to good food. I can be poor, but
We cannot let him become poor as well."
When Chu Nan heard this, he was speechless and said, "Then since your son is living in the capital, why doesn't he support you or give you money?"
"The expenses in the city are huge, and I'm such a bad old man, so what kind of money do I need?"
The poor man waved his hands and smiled bitterly, "As long as I don't hold our son back."
Chu Nan couldn't help but feel a little strange. This poor man's logic seemed to make sense, but after thinking about it carefully, it was wrong! Since ancient times, filial piety has been the first priority. As a father, you should be supported by your son when you are old. Why do you say this instead?
It seems like the right thing to do is not to hold your son back?
"Oh, look, my son is here!"
Before Chu Nan could react, the poor man slapped his thigh and pointed in the distance excitedly.
Looking towards the entrance of the village, I saw a young man in his twenties dressed in fancy clothes, whistling and holding a cigarette, walking slowly. When the villagers working on the roadside saw him, they all hid away.
, showing an expression of disgust.
When Chu Nan saw this scene, he knew that this poor man's son was definitely not a good person.
But yes, the guy who allows me to live in this hut regardless of life or death must be a good guy.
"Dongzi! Dongzi, you are back!"
When the poor man saw his son, he shouted happily, "Your uncle Gao came back after meeting you and told me that you were coming back today. I specially prepared the pig head meat that you like to eat."
The young man named Dongzi glanced at his father and said casually, "Dad, I have something to do with you when I come back. After finishing it, I have to leave and go back to the city!"
"Oh, what are you talking about while eating? This dish has just been cooked!"
Before Dongzi could finish his words, the poor man enthusiastically pulled him to the hut and introduced him, "This is your brother Chu Nan, our distant relative."
"Distant relative?"
Dongzi glanced at Chu Nan, obviously showing a strange expression, but soon smiled relievedly and said, "When you say relatives, just relatives. Our family is so poor anyway, it is impossible for anyone to have relatives, so it must be true."
Chu Nan smiled and didn't reply. Since the poor man was kind enough to protect his identity, there was no need for him to reveal it himself.
He said he didn't have time, but when he actually sat down at the simple little table, Dongzi picked up the chopsticks and picked up a bunch of pig head meat, stuffed it into his mouth without any ceremony, and chewed it for a while before pouring a sip of wine.
He calmed down and looked comfortable.
"How about it?
Is it okay for your father to be burned by me?"
The poor uncle asked with concern.
"Let's make do. Anyway, I'm used to it over the years, so that's it."
Dongzi curled her lips and said, "I've had a lot of good food in the capital, so these few dishes of yours are nothing."
"That's right, if my son is promising, he must have been to a big restaurant."
The poor man said with a cheerful smile, "I haven't been back for several months. How have you been in the city recently?"
"Okay, haven't you seen me?
Let me tell you, those are all famous brands, look at these clothes, Métisbonwe, there are hundreds of them... Hey, even if I tell you, you don’t understand."
Dongzi showed off her fancy clothes, waved her hands and said, "No more, Dad, I came back to see you for something."
"What's the matter? Tell me, I'm listening!"
The poor old man nodded and smiled.
"Well, my friend and I are going to open a noodle shop together, and we are short of money. How much do you have?"
Help me cushion it first, and I will return it to you when I have it."
Dongzi picked up the toothpick and stretched out his hand.
When Chu Nan heard Dongzi's words, he really felt that he would die without saying anything shocking.
what? What?
The reason why he came here was just to ask the poor man for money?
Looking at the poor old man's shabby and patched clothes, Chu Nan was really angry and wanted to ask, how could you have the nerve to say it out loud! However, after all, this is a family matter, and he, an outsider, is not qualified to interfere.
After hearing what his son said, the poor man said worriedly, "Son, you just took away the three thousand yuan from me to build a house a few months ago. Didn't you say you opened a joint venture with a friend?
Company?
Why are you opening another noodle shop?"
"Ahem..." Dongzi had just taken a sip of wine, and when he heard his father's words, he immediately choked in his throat. He coughed for a while and then stared, "Dad, what's going on with you? How long ago did this happen?
If I want to open a noodle shop, my previous investment must have failed!"
"What?
Failed?
That’s three thousand yuan! The money your father and I worked hard to save for a year is just gone?"
The poor man's mouth trembled with distress, but his son didn't take it seriously at all. He waved his hand and said, "Dad, it's only three thousand yuan. It doesn't count in the city. But don't worry, as long as the noodle shop opens this time, I guarantee that
Is that okay if I return all the principal and interest to you?"
"This time... how much do you want?"
The poor man said with some worry, "I really have no money. I have been busy until now and have only earned a thousand yuan..." "Then give me a thousand yuan. Hey, it's a little less, but it's okay.
Just make do.”
Dongzi said with some dissatisfaction, "Dad, I'm not talking about you, you are too useless. You only make so little money all year round. I'm embarrassed to talk about you, son."
The poor man lowered his head to smoke in embarrassment and said hesitantly, "You, you want to take away all the money again... When will our house be built?"
Living in a straw hut is not a problem. What will you do if you marry a wife in the future..." "I know, so I will work hard to make money?"
Dongzi said confidently, "Dad, give it to me. I'll leave as soon as I get the money. Don't waste time. There won't be a car back soon."
"This..." The poor man obviously looked embarrassed. After working hard for a year, he had to hand over all his savings. Naturally, he was unwilling to do so.
At this time, Chu Nan, who was silent next to him, couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Dongzi, I would like to ask, how much does it cost to open a noodle restaurant in the capital?"
Dongzi was stunned, glanced at Chu Nan, and said impatiently, "I don't know about that. Anyway, my friend asked me to form a partnership, and I just need to pay him."
"I'll settle the account for you."
Chu Nan smiled and said, "How can you rent the smallest storefront house in the most suburban area of the capital with a starting price of 20,000?
Then decorating and making a signboard would cost at least 10,000 yuan, right?
What about labor costs?
All things considered, I'm afraid it will cost at least 50,000 yuan.
This is still a very shabby little noodle shop. I want to ask you, are you really willing to go into partnership with your father’s one thousand yuan?”
When Chu Nan said this, Dongzi suddenly blushed in embarrassment and glared, "I said, why do you, a relative of yours, meddle in other people's business? I am partnering with a friend, not you, so I want you to take advantage of me?"
"I think you didn't take the thousand yuan to open a noodle shop in a joint venture. You just took it because you didn't have any money to spend, so you could use it to cheat your father!"
Chu Nan said coldly, "I have seen unfilial sons, but I have never seen anyone as unfilial as you. It's just a matter of not being filial to your father. How dare you come to ask your father for money so confidently at such an old age, and you still want to be shameless?"