Cheng Tianyuan is not a person who usually likes to talk nonsense. He stopped talking and did not continue talking.
The little tiger on the side was in a trance, lazily slumped on the leather seat, his mind had long drifted away.
The car was very quiet, with only piano and classical music playing slowly.
After a long while, Cheng Tianyuan asked: "Where do you want to eat?
Uncle invites you to eat wherever you want."
Xiao Huzi was slightly stunned, thought for a long time, and couldn't help but mutter: "I'm not familiar with the Imperial City at all..." Cheng Tianyuan asked: "Is there anything you particularly like?"
Xiao Huzi shook his head: "I can do it, the key is it tastes good!"
Cheng Tianyuan knew that this brat had always been picky, and he was just saying this to sound good, not that he could really do anything.
"You like to eat Western food.
A new Western restaurant opened diagonally across from Ronghua Mall. I heard it was very authentic and delicious, but I didn't have the chance to try it.
How about giving it a try?"
"OK!"
Xiao Huzi suddenly became energetic and swallowed his saliva: "I didn't go to bed until midnight last night. I haven't eaten for more than ten hours. Now when I think about food, I feel very hungry."
Cheng Tianyuan chuckled: "I had dinner at six o'clock last night, almost twenty hours ago.
When your dad and I were your age, we were hungry every day. We could only eat half a meal at most, and when we were hungry, we would drink as much as we could.
Sometimes in class, I feel so hungry that I feel dizzy. On the way home, many classmates are too hungry to walk.
That feeling makes me sad when I think about it now.”
Xiao Huzi raised his eyebrows and asked: "Then - what did you eat at that time?
What do you usually eat at home?”
“The best is white rice.”
Cheng Tianyuan explained: “But I can’t eat more than a few meals a year, which is just wild vegetables, white radish and Chinese cabbage with a little wheat flour.
There are many dishes but few noodles, and parents are reluctant to eat them, so they try to save the noodles for their children.
The best part of the year is the Chinese New Year, where you can have a meal of dumplings, about six per person, but you won’t be full at all.”
"Tsk tsk!"
Little Huzi couldn't imagine the feeling of eating a few dumplings to fill his teeth, let alone the hardship of eating only one dumpling meal all year round.
It's the end of the year, and the city center is full of people buying new year's goods, and there are traffic jams all the way.
Fortunately, Cheng Tianyuan was familiar with the terrain and chose another road, then parked the car in the underground parking lot of the mall.
The streets are busy with traffic and there are huge crowds of people wherever you can see.
The two finally crossed the road and came to the Western restaurant diagonally opposite.
The restaurant has an elegant and classic decoration and a great atmosphere. Outside the glass showcase is the busiest street in the city center.
This kind of place is not affordable for ordinary people, so except for two young couples, the rest of the store is empty.
Cheng Tianyuan chose a seat by the window, and the two sat opposite each other.
The little tiger didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so he sat down and placed his chin in his hand. He ordered a medium-rare steak, a French foie gras pate, a barley soup, and an after-dinner chocolate cake.
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Cheng Tianyuan also ordered a steak and a soup, and then said: "Let's serve these first."
The waiter saw that although he looked simple, the watch he wore on his wrist was a good watch worth hundreds of thousands. He smiled and asked: "Sir, we have fresh lobsters that were just imported today. Would you like some baked cheese?"
lobster?"
"Yo!"
Xiao Huzi's eyes lit up and he said, "That's my favorite!"
The waiter hurriedly introduced him that this was a Michelin master chef, the taste was good, the appearance was good, and it was so good.
Xiao Huzi swallowed his saliva and nodded: "Uncle, have one! I like it!"
Cheng Tianyuan felt helpless when he heard what he said, but he didn't begrudge the money, "Okay, let's get one."
The watch in his hand was bought by Xue Ling as a gift to him when he went abroad to research new technologies. He had worn it for several years. He had never inquired about the specific price and had no idea it was so expensive.
The waiter hurriedly responded, smiled and left holding the menu.
Xiao Huzi smiled and asked: "Uncle, you should eat lobster often, right?"
Cheng Tianyuan burst into laughter and asked, "What do you think?"
"Your family is not short of money!"
Little Huzi raised his chin, pointed at the bustling square opposite and the Ronghua Mall full of advertisements and LCD TV screens, and said: "One year's rent for this building alone is enough for you to eat lobster for a lifetime!"
Cheng Tianyuan shook his head: "My father-in-law has high blood lipids, my old mother has high blood pressure, and she can't eat too much seafood.
Normally, except for some sea fish, we almost don’t eat seafood.”
Xiao Huzi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's so miserable!"
Cheng Tianyuan explained: "Children usually eat shrimp and various seafood when eating out, but they will not order such expensive lobster."
Xiao Huzi muttered: "You are too strict with them and your requirements are too high!"
"But they know it's good for them."
Cheng Tianyuan said: "It is the fault of a son not to teach his father.
If I give them money, I might as well teach them some principles.
They don't make a penny now, so why should they enjoy such good things?
It’s hard enough for parents to provide them with food, clothing, and family warmth.”
Xiao Huzi looked stern and whispered: "Anyway, your money will belong to them from now on.
Even if you don’t give it now, you will give it later.
What do you do with so much money?
My dad said that if your children know how to spend money, they will know how to make money in the future."
"oh?"
Cheng Tianyuan secretly scolded Ah Hu for teaching his children some messy consumption concepts, and asked calmly: "Is it possible that your father used to know how to spend money before making money?
Where did he get the money?
According to what he said, if the poor have no money to spend, they will not be able to make money in the future?
When did the ability to make money become linked to spending money?
Which education expert said that?”
Forehead?
! Xiaohuzi said a word of stuffy for a while, and couldn't find something to refute.
Cheng Tianyuan continued: "My wife and I have earned all our hard-earned money, why should we give it to our children?
Your father is willing to give it all to you, but we are not willing."
"Then why do you keep so much money?"
Xiao Huzi murmured: "Auntie, you have a net worth of several billion, right?
Probably more than that.
The house prices in the Imperial Capital vary every day. Wouldn’t it be that if she owns so much real estate, she will distribute it to Brother Ran and the others in the future?
Definitely give it to them!”
"Who said that?"
Cheng Tianyuan said quietly: "My wife said that she might set up a foundation to do charity in the future, and not leave everything to the children.
If the children need a helping hand from us, come and borrow it.
If they like a secure job, then let them go, as long as they can support themselves and their families."
Xiao Huzi was dumbfounded and couldn't accept it for a while.
"Uncle, Brother Ran, do they know?
Are they willing?"
Cheng Tianyuan asked funnyly: "Why not?
The money is ours, not theirs, so of course it is our own decision.
To be honest, my wife takes charge of her own money, and I take charge of mine.
We never care about whose money is spent and who spends more.
When the money was not enough, she stayed up late working as a translator, while I carried goods at the pier in the middle of the night in the cold wind. I just wanted to live a better life.
When there was a lot of money, she would be busy outside and I would be busy inside, helping each other.
From the very beginning, we told the children that what is ours is ours and has nothing to do with them.
If they don’t work hard, it’s their own fault to die of poverty and starvation.”
Xiao Huzi shook his head in disbelief: "So cruel?"
"How cruel is this!"
Cheng Tianyuan smiled and said: "In this world, only parents and relatives love them the most.
No matter how smiling and kind others are, they are probably just after your money and the benefits you can bring to them.
Sometimes, giving money to children is harming them instead of loving them.”
Little Huzi didn't know what he thought of, and his fair face turned red.