Food: Starting with Wonton Noodles

However, Liang Ding also came to his senses at this moment. He realized that Zhou Yu had misunderstood. He rubbed Liang Xinxin's head and said, "He is her biological brother, my eldest son."

Liang Ding smiled wryly, "You know, we kitchen folks don't have much education, and we don't have much time to teach our kids. It was alright when they were little, but now that they're older, it's like they're trying to turn the world upside down. So, I try to spend as much time as possible with Xin Xin now, so she doesn't repeat her brother's mistakes."

Liang Xinxin buried her head in Liang Ding's arms and said, "Daddy, Xinxin is a very good girl. Actually, my brother is very good to me too, so please don't be angry with him."

Liang Ding laughed and said, "Did Pork Rong tell you that? He was afraid that my son would upset me and affect the store's business."

Zhou Yu, on the other hand, was somewhat at a loss for words.

No wonder Zhang Rong said it was inconvenient to talk about it.

Before Zhou Yu could figure out what to say next, someone knocked on the door and came in.

A middle-aged woman dressed as a receptionist walked up to Liang Ding. Seeing that there were outsiders present, she leaned down and whispered in Liang Ding's ear.

Then, Zhou Yu saw Liang Ding's bitter smile turn ashen, and his lips begin to tremble slightly. He forced a shout, "How dare this spendthrift!"

Liang Ding put Liang Xinxin down, only saying, "Zhou Yu, watch my daughter for me, I'm going out for a bit."

Then he and the middle-aged woman quickly walked out of the private room.

Seeing her father leave in anger, Liang Xinxin became anxious and ran out of the private room after him.

Zhou Yu quickly caught up and picked up Liang Xinxin, who kept calling for her father. He comforted her, saying, "Be a good girl, Xinxin. Your father will be back soon."

Seeing that she was still struggling, he said again, "Okay, okay, we won't go back to the private room. We'll just stay here and watch over your father, alright?"

Liang Xinxin finally calmed down in Zhou Yu's arms, her eyes fixed on Liang Ding walking towards the hall.

Then, Zhou Yu saw someone who looked very familiar. Upon seeing Liang Ding come out, he ran straight out the door.

"That's...?" Zhou Yu recognized him; it was the young man who had helped persuade Qi Shijie at Sun Zhigang's fried noodle stall.

"It's my brother!" Liang Xinxin answered Zhou Yu's question that had just slipped out.

Liang Ding finally spotted Liang Jinhong and, seeing him run out, roared angrily, "You scoundrel, you actually stole money!"

However, before he could catch up, Liang Jinhong had already disappeared.

Liang Ding was unwilling to give up and chased after him, only returning after a while.

When Zhou Yu saw Liang Ding return, he quickly coaxed Liang Xinxin, "Alright, little Xinxin, your father is coming back soon. We should go back to our private room."

This time, Liang Xinxin finally didn't resist and obediently followed Zhou Yu back to the private room.

When Liang Ding returned to the private room, he also seemed to have aged more than ten years.

He first picked up the ashtray in the middle of the dining table, placed it in front of him, and took several puffs of his cigarette.

Until Liang Xinxin puffed out her cheeks and frowned, saying, "Dad, smoking smells terrible."

Liang Dingcai stubbed out his cigarette, picked up his daughter, and said, "Okay, Daddy won't smoke anymore."

Then he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and said to Zhou Yu, "I'm sorry you had to see this."

With another long sigh, Liang Ding continued with a wry smile, "The finance department just told me that my spendthrift son took a lot of money from the restaurant this month. I never thought that after decades of hard work, I would encounter such a spendthrift son in my old age."

As he spoke, seemingly still feeling indignant, Liang Ding slammed his hand on the table again.

Liang Xinxin hugged her father's arm and said sweetly, "Daddy, don't be angry!"

Liang Ding laughed and said, "You're the best. From now on, the restaurant is yours, not your good-for-nothing brother."

Liang Xinxin: "Dad, you can just hold it yourself. Just make little rabbit and little swan dishes for Xinxin to eat every day."

Liang Ding smiled wryly: "Dad can't be here forever. Okay, okay, Dad will make little rabbits and swans for Xin Xin to eat every day."

Zhou Yu felt that the current atmosphere was not suitable for him to stay any longer, so he said, "Master Ding, then I won't bother you any longer. I'll go back and prepare for setting up the stall."

Liang Ding didn't try to stop him, but as Zhou Yu was about to leave, he said to him, "Master Yu, if you're bringing guests over in a couple of days, just let me know in advance."

Zhou Yu nodded.

......

After leaving Shunyi Tower, Zhou Yu did not leave immediately, but went to the 711-Eleven convenience store opposite Shunyi Tower to buy a bottle of water.

Although he had just drunk a lot of tea at Shunyilou, after watching a great show, he still wanted to drink something iced to dispel the lingering tension.

Unexpectedly, just as he finished paying and was about to leave, he saw Leung Kam-hung playing with fish balls on a table in the 711-Eleven convenience store.

In Lingnan, 711-Eleven convenience stores typically have a row of long tables and chairs inside, making it convenient for customers to buy snacks.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Yu asked the waiter to make him a bowl of fish balls as well, and then sat down next to Liang Jinhong.

"Hey handsome, could you pass me some ketchup?"

Liang Jinhong, who was staring blankly out the window, casually handed over the ketchup next to him.

Seeing that Liang Jinhong wasn't looking over, Zhou Yu had no choice but to break the silence: "I didn't expect to run into you again, handsome."

Zhou Yu's impression of Liang Jinhong was not actually bad.

Although he was with Qi Shijie that night, he did not act as unreasonably as Qi Shijie.

After Zhou Yu made contact with him, Liang Jinhong was willing to help persuade Qi Shijie.

Therefore, after learning that he was Liang Ding's son, and now that they had met again, he didn't intend to just stand by and leave.

Hearing that the person next to him seemed to recognize him, Liang Jinhong turned his head and looked at Zhou Yu.

"It's you?" He recognized Zhou Yu as well.

Zhou Yu laughed and said, "Yes! I didn't expect we'd meet so coincidentally. I haven't thanked you yet for that night."

Liang Jinhong said nonchalantly, "It's alright, I wasn't much help anyway. In the end, you still had to solve it with your own cooking skills, didn't you?"

But thinking of Zhou Yu's amazing cooking skills that night, she couldn't help but say, "But your cooking skills are really amazing. I've never seen a chef better than you. Moreover, you can make the stir-frying movements so cool. I always thought that chefs could only be rough and uncouth."

As he spoke, he gestured with his hands to illustrate the action of Zhou Yu flipping the wok back then.

Zhou Yu laughed and said, "Why must a chef be a roughneck?"

Liang Jinhong curled his lip: "Because my family owns a restaurant, I've never seen a chef who's even remotely refined. But you're an exception."

Zhou Yu: "So you didn't inherit your father's business? Running a restaurant is quite good!"

Leung Kam-hung: "No, I don't like learning to cook. To be honest, I don't know why, but these past few days my dad has been pushing me like crazy to go back and learn to cook. I'm so fed up with it."

Zhou Yu: "But working in the kitchen is indeed hard work. So what are you doing now?"