Yang Jiayan Wangfujing store is not the largest store of Yang Jiayan, but it is the main store of Yang Jiayan. This original small building was partially expanded after being planned by the government. It looks like a courtyard that can be viewed as a scenic spot, rather than like a small building. A restaurant.
But this head office, which is not ranked among all Yang Jiayan stores in terms of area, has the highest annual turnover among all Yang Jiayan stores, and is also the most powerful store.
Because almost all the store managers of Yangjiayan branches are basically from this store, and the shortest head chef of all stores also worked as a trainee in the back kitchen of this main store for half a year.
Today, the Yang Family Banquet received the most solemn inspection since the store opened. In addition to the current owner Ran Feifei, Mr. Yi, who has not been seen much in recent years, and the legendary big boss are all coming to the store to dine. Starting from the morning, both the waiters and the chefs in the kitchen have been careful to do every detail, for fear of making mistakes somewhere.
"You should go out for a walk whenever you have free time. Don't stay at home all the time. How about I send you to the countryside to live with Mr. Xuan for a few days?" It is the best time at eleven o'clock in the morning, and all the staff in the head office are eagerly looking forward to it. A group of people got out of an inconspicuous car.
Yang Dongxu supported Nalan Yi, who was trembling a little, and felt very complicated. Although he had seen many births, old age, illness and death in his previous life, he even carried coffins for several elderly people in the village and sent them to the cemetery. But after hearing that Mr. Yi fell ill, he still couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness in his heart.
"Yes, you should go out for a walk more often. If you don't go, you won't have the chance to look around." Mr. Yi patted the back of Yang Dongxu's hand that was supporting him.
Compared to the rosy-faced, broad-shouldered chef Nalan Yi, Mr. Yi now has a severely stooped body. For such a big frame, the weight of the body is less than 100 pounds. Although this serious illness did not kill him, it did drag down his body. It was really hard to say how long he would live.
"How about you go back to live in the courtyard, and I'll invite Mr. Sun back to show you." Yang Dongxu felt that his nose was a little blocked.
When Nalan Yi fell ill, he didn't know that Mr. Yi had been hiding it from him, saying that he would tell him to burn a piece of paper when he died. Da Ming seemed to feel that he was about to die and wanted to visit his former workplace, so Nalan's family notified Yang Dongxu.
"No need, I know my health well. I have suffered hardships and enjoyed blessings in my life. Although I don't have a son to die in my old age, I will have a better grandson. It's worth it. I have nothing to miss." Mr. Yi Said with a smile.
The group walked through the lobby and came to the kitchen in the back. With Yang Dongxu's support, Nalan Yi looked at every corner of the kitchen, and then nodded with satisfaction. This is a job he has always insisted on when he was the head chef. Compared with the entire Yang Jiayan kitchen, it is his territory, and he is not allowed to have any flaws here.
"Let's sit down in the box and let each of them cook a dish for you, and you can taste it." Seeing that Mr. Yi was having trouble moving, Yang Dongxu turned his head away. A few of the cooks that Mr. Yi once took care of secretly turned their heads and wiped their tears.
"Why are you crying? Even if you die in this grade, you will be happy and sad. I won't taste the food. When I am old and my tongue has lost its senses, everything I eat will taste the same, so I won't give you any advice so as not to mislead others. "Mr. Yi glared at a few people, then patted Yang Dongxu's arm, indicating that he had finished reading in the kitchen and went to the ingredient warehouse behind to have a look.
Looking at Mr. Yi's appearance, Yang Dongxu felt sad. His words seemed to comfort others, but they revealed Mr. Yi's current sadness. A cook who loses his sense of taste will undoubtedly lose half his life. This is the root cause of his physical collapse.
Mr. Yi looked at all the vegetable storage areas, fresh-keeping areas, and freezing areas and nodded with satisfaction: "The new life is good. It's not like the old days when people wanted to eat cold food on hot days. That's the patent of noble people.
Poor people can afford ice if they are so hot. But fortunately, I am a cook, so I can cook whatever I want in a wealthy family's house. I have never been hungry, no matter in times of war or disaster. "
Mr. Yi, who was almost being supported by Yang Dongxu as he walked, was panting and sweating on his forehead after walking around for a while. His daughter-in-law quickly took out a ginseng slice from her bag and let him hold it for a while before he felt better.
"You can move back to the courtyard. I will bring Mr. Sun back and make sure you get well." Yang Dongxu begged again.
"No, how can a good person let a dead person get bad luck? Life is enough and it's worth it. You don't have to worry about me, an old man." Nalan Yi waved his hand.
"How about I invite the old man back to stay with you?"
"I told you there's no need to go to so much trouble. I'm already old, so don't bother other people. I'll go explore the way for Master Xuan and those old guys first. Maybe we can open a restaurant after they go down. Then there will be a place to drink and chat." Mr. Yi put his hand on the back of Yang Dongxu's hand. He turned around and looked at his grandson, who had grown very tall and looked like an adult.
"Don't worry, no one can bully the little tiger head as long as I'm here." Yang Dongxu promised.
"That's not the case." Mr. Yi shook his head: "If I can take care of you, I will definitely take care of you. I'm not worried about this. But don't force it. Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. He will eat meat when he is satisfied and drink water if he is not satisfied. This is nothing. You are so blaming, so there is no need to take it too seriously.
A person who does not have himself but enjoys blessings that others cannot enjoy is either a blessing or a curse. I can see it more clearly than you. If he doesn't live up to expectations, don't pay attention to him. The descendants of the Nalan family can't live, so they might as well die so as not to embarrass their ancestors. "
"No, little Hutou is very upbeat. He can live well even without my help." Yang Dongxu said.
"Then there's no need for you to worry about it. My grandson is no worse than anyone else." A proud smile appeared on Nalan Yi's face.
Since his son's accident, it can be said that he has put all his thoughts on educating his grandson. Little Hutou is indeed up to par with his father, even though his grades in school have never been very good.
But there was nothing to say about his character or moral character. He did have the ability to do business despite being in school, so he felt that his grandson was very good, at least better than his own son. It's just that although his grandson likes business and is willing to open a restaurant, he just doesn't want to be a cook and can't inherit his legacy, which makes him feel a little regretful.
After having lunch in the store, no matter how Yang Dongxu tried to persuade him to stay, Mr. Yi chose to return to the countryside after he felt satisfied after seeing his former workplace. According to him, the weather is hot now, and if someone dies outside, it will stink when being transported home. It makes me sick of having mourners come to mourn him. It is better to go home and wait for the convenience of not causing trouble to others.
"What did the doctor say?" Yang Dongxu asked after putting the group into the car.
"The organ failure is severe. Let the old man do whatever he wants during this period, and let his family spend more time with him." Cui's mother turned around and wiped the tears from her eyes.
Mr. Yi's family lived in Dasiheyuan for a while, and Xiao Hutou's mother was very familiar with Cui's mother, Aunt Hua. So when Yang Dongxu was accompanying Mr. Yi just now, they were accompanying Xiao Hutou's mother.
Yang Dongxu's eyes couldn't help but dim when he heard Cui Ma's words. For the first time, he felt that no matter how rich he was, and if he had a famous doctor like Sun Lao who could be called a semi-immortal, he would still be so powerless in the face of birth, aging, sickness and death in nature.
"Those people seem a little restless recently." Yang Dongxu looked sideways at Du Fei.
His current enemies are obviously not only those who are jealous and want to kill pigs for meat, but the rats who have been frightened by his thunderous wrath and have been honest for several years have begun to make moves again in recent years.
And this time, he was very smart and did not start directly, but chose a roundabout investment. In this way, everyone in the country no longer calls for beating, but uses money to win some people together, and secretly fan the flames from time to time.
"Do you want to take action?" Du Fei asked without any wavering in his expression.
Yang Dongxu opened his mouth, and finally asked Du Fei for a cigarette, lit it in his mouth and took a sip. After seeing the smoke curling up, he said after a while: "Be prepared to prevent those people from jumping over the wall. As for the dirty tricks, there is no need for them now. I want to Let them know that they are all a bunch of rubbish, whether they are here to do something dirty or outright."
Du Fei returned to the Siheyuan in the evening and handed him a piece of information. In the next few days, Dongzi, Fu Dehai, Fu Decai, Yu Feihong and Wu Aibing also sent the information collected in the past few years to the Siheyuan. .
"Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws, and we have nothing to do about it." Seeing Yang Dongxu still in the study after one o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhou Ya came in with a plate of fruit.
"I know that the revenge I deserve has been avenged, and I won't be as crazy as before. It's just that these rats need to be cleaned up. It will be 1997 next year. Once they are cleaned up, things will be less troublesome." Yang Dongxu patted him. Zhou Ya pressed the back of her hand on her shoulder.
It shows that he has not lost his mind because of seeing Mr. Yi's current appearance. The sadness is certain. After all, this is an old man who has watched him grow up. But the living must continue to live. Some rules you can break, but some rules cannot be broken. Otherwise, even though he has a lot of energy now, it will be difficult to find a place.
"Clean them first?" Zhou Ya looked at the three documents placed in front of Yang Dongxu.
One is about some foreign-invested chemical plants, one is about paper mills, and the other is about shipping. The first two seem to be normal factory documents, but if you look closely, you will find that many things inside are superficial. Everything seems correct at first glance, but upon closer inspection, none of them can stand up to scrutiny.
This is especially true for the last shipping business. On the surface, it looks like normal maritime trade. But if you actually investigate, you will find that every shipment of these trading companies contains a lot of private goods. They are doing business openly but smuggling secretly.
"Garbage is garbage. When you see that the motherland needs development, it doesn't matter if you don't help. Instead, you always want to cut off the motherland's body, and then leave a mess on your own and leave to let the country wipe it." Yang Dongxu's eyes flashed. Cold light.
