Food: Starting with Wonton Noodles

Liang Jinhong smirked and said dismissively, "Didn't I just say? My dad owns a restaurant. Why would I need to work? My family earns enough for me to live on."

Zhou Yu: "Well, we need to find something to do, otherwise it'll be so boring."

Leung Kam-hung: "What's the point? If I go out to study now, won't I still end up delivering food? Even if I have a high enough degree and can find a job, I'll still have to be yelled at by my boss every day for a few thousand dollars. Why should I put up with that?"

Zhou Yu: "That's true, but haven't you thought about starting your own business?"

Leung Kam-hung: "I'm not stupid. Why would I start a business and squander all my money? Even if I don't learn to cook, as long as I own shares in the restaurant, I can just enjoy life. Why would I want to mess things up for myself?"

"However," Leung Kam-hung suddenly laughed, "it's not like I'm idle."

"If I'm going to do something, I want to do it with the lowest costs and the highest profits. That's the kind of money I want to make."

Liang Ding was a very traditional and strict father, so Liang Jinhong had never seen a kind look from Liang Ding since he was old enough to understand things.

For Leung Kam-hung, the kitchen was never a pleasant memory from his childhood.

Therefore, just like his attitude towards his father, Leung Kam-hung both despised the chef and enjoyed the relatively comfortable life that the restaurant brought him.

During this time, in order to force him to learn cooking skills, Liang Ding cut off his spending, so he had no choice but to start stealing money from the restaurant.

But he couldn't tell Qi Shijie's drinking buddies about these things, or they would laugh at him. So, he had been suppressing these feelings for a long time.

Today, he was kicked out by Liang Ding again. He was both depressed and upset, feeling that no one could understand him.

At this moment, Zhou Yu, whom he still knew, appeared, and he finally couldn't help but reveal his true thoughts.

"I think I have a natural talent for Texas Hold'em. I can read their hands and their expressions. I love the feeling of making a fortune with minimal investment. This is how you make money!"

Having expressed his thoughts, Liang Jinhong felt the weight on his chest lift.

Zhou Yu fell silent; he hadn't expected Liang Jinhong's idea to be so naive.

"So, that's what you told your dad?" Zhou Yu asked.

"Yes." Liang Jinhong sounded somewhat disheartened. "He thinks I'm addicted to gambling."

"Then aren't you?" Zhou Yu asked.

This time, it was Leung Kam-hung's turn to remain silent.

He himself didn't know whether he liked the thrill or wanted to find something to prove himself to his father.

Leung Kam-hung then asked, "And you, what are you doing here today?"

Zhou Yu: "Well, I have some business to attend to today, so I came to Shunyi Restaurant to ask Master Ding for help."

Zhou Yu didn't intend to hide it from Liang Jinhong. He didn't know how to help Liang Ding, but at least he couldn't let Liang Jinhong dislike him.

Therefore, Liang Jinhong must not feel that he is deliberately deceiving him.

This time, Leung Kam-hung fell completely silent.

Zhou Yu said, "Yes, I just saw it. I only just found out that you are Master Ding's son."

Liang Jinhong said, "You know what? Last time, Qi Shijie actually wanted to mess with you, but I stopped him."

Zhou Yu: "I didn't intend to advise you, after all, even an upright official can't settle family disputes, but since we've run into each other, I thought I'd say hello."

As he spoke, Zhou Yu took out his phone and said with a smile, "Let's add each other on WeChat. Speaking of which, I don't even know your name. My name is Zhou Yu."

Seeing that Liang Jinhong hesitated, he continued, "What, are you afraid I'll tell your dad? Then you should add me even more, at least you can always find someone to tell on you."

Liang Jinhong then took out his phone and added Zhou Yu, saying, "Liang Jinhong, I'm not afraid of you reporting me. Anyway, my dad knows about my situation."

......

After parting ways with Leung Kam-hung, Zhou Yu didn't go home but went directly to Ho Kee Bamboo Noodle Restaurant.

The flour I prepared these past two days has all run out, so I have to make flour again today.

When Zhou Yu arrived at the noodle shop, Sun Zhigang was already waiting for him inside.

Ever since Zhou Yu agreed to teach him how to make noodles, he had been waiting for Zhou Yu at He Jiafu's noodle shop even earlier than Zhou Yu.

However, before Zhou Yu could even start scrambling the dough, He Jiafu pulled him aside.

He Jiafu asked in a low voice, "Young man, do you intend to take him on as an apprentice?"

He Jiafu had a very good impression of Sun Zhigang.

He Jiafu always greeted Sun Zhigang first whenever he came over, and he also noticed how serious Sun Zhigang was when he was learning how to make noodles from Zhou Yu.

Moreover, after each lesson, she would clean up the kitchen thoroughly before leaving.

Nowadays, no young people are willing to take learning bamboo-pressed noodles so seriously. At He Jiafu's noodle shop, the employees are mostly middle-aged people.

Therefore, He Jiafu also considered taking on apprentices.

Zhou Yu smiled and asked, "Uncle He, do you have something in mind?"

He Jiafu: "I think this young man is very good. He's hardworking, diligent, and has a keen eye. If you're planning to take him on as an apprentice, I won't compete with you."

Zhou Yu: "Actually, I only wanted to teach him how to make bamboo-pressed noodles because I saw how diligent he was. However, if Uncle He wants to find him to be your successor, I have no objection."

Seeing that Zhou Yu had no objections, He Jiafu pulled Sun Zhigang aside for a talk.

Not long after, Sun Zhigang returned on his own.

Seeing that Sun Zhigang seemed quite happy, Zhou Yu couldn't help but laugh and say, "So happy, did you become Uncle He's apprentice?"

Sun Zhigang said, "No, Brother Yu, I told Uncle He that I wanted to become your apprentice. I thought Uncle He would be unhappy, but he just encouraged me to become your apprentice. Moreover, he also said that I can come to his shop to help out when I have free time. He said that even if I don't become his apprentice, he will still teach me how to make bamboo-pressed noodles."

Zhou Yu asked, "So, are you planning to work part-time here with him?"

Sun Zhigang said, "Well, I was planning to come and help Uncle He while you were busy making noodles, but I told Uncle He that I would only help and wouldn't take any money."

This time, Sun Zhigang truly surprised Zhou Yu.

Sun Zhigang said, "Brother Yu, I know you don't want to take me as your apprentice right now, but I will try my best to wait until you do. I want to learn cooking from you."

Zhou Yu neither said no nor agreed, but simply gestured for Sun Zhigang to continue watching him make the noodles.

But deep down, Zhou Yu felt a pang of emotion.

The two young people I met today have different social statuses and identities, and their understanding and perception of life are completely different.

He could tell that Sun Zhigang's background was probably not good.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be working so hard to seize every opportunity.

But is Leung Kam-hung wrong? From his perspective, Leung Ting's property will always be inherited by him.

Whether you work hard to learn to cook or study, the value you gain is not as high as lying at home.

So why torture yourself by doing things you don't like?

But Zhou Yu admired people like Sun Zhigang more.

Leung Kam-hung, although not a bad person at heart, is honestly still spoiled!