Going home for the Chinese New Year with a year-end bonus of 100 million

Yang Fan and his sister had expected this answer.

Yang Fan smiled and said calmly, "Auntie, Xiaoyu, you're not saying that."

"Auntie, I still remember the meal I had at your house that day. Your cooking is so delicious, it's a waste of your talent not to be a chef."

"This is what I thought: when we got to the provincial capital, my dad and the other men would be in charge of buying and selling vegetables at the wholesale market."

"My mom and my third aunt decided to open a small restaurant specializing in home-style dishes."

"With your skills, you'd be perfect as a head chef!"

"You help us with the work, I pay you a salary, and you get a bonus at the end of the year. How can that be considered holding us back?"

He looked at Lin's mother with utmost sincerity in his eyes:

"This is clearly a technology-based equity investment!"

"What we really need right now is a chef like you who can cook! I'm sincerely asking you for this job!"

After Yang Fan finished speaking, Xiao Ya immediately offered her timely assistance:

"Yes, Auntie! My brother is right!"

"With such good cooking skills, it's such a waste for you to just stay at home!"

"If you open a shop, my mom and my third aunt will help you out. How could business not be good?"

"We're begging you to go, you can't refuse!"

The brother and sister sang in unison, which even made Lin's mother somewhat swayed.

She's a great cook, that's common knowledge in the village.

If I could really open a restaurant in the city, that would seem like a good option.

But she still had concerns: "Xiaoya, but your uncle's leg... needs someone to take care of it."

"I can't take him with me all the time when I go to the restaurant, can I? That's too much trouble."

"Oh, Auntie, what's the matter?" Yang Fan immediately chimed in:

"When we rent a place, I'll rent you and your uncle a master bedroom with a private bathroom, okay?"

"Besides, once the inflammation subsides, you can remove the metal plate from your leg in two months and then you'll be able to move around freely."

He changed the subject, looking at Lin's father on the hospital bed with expectation in his eyes.

"By the way, Uncle, I haven't asked you yet, what did you do for a living before?"

Mr. Lin was taken aback by the question, then answered somewhat embarrassedly:

"Oh, Xiao Fan, you know, I used to work on construction sites. I hurt my leg there."

"Actually, I didn't work on construction sites before, so I was unfamiliar with them, which is why the accident happened."

"I...I used to be a pig butcher. But the pig butchering business has become difficult these past two years, so I stopped."

"A pig butcher?" Yang Fan's eyes lit up at the mention of it, and he slapped his thigh.

"Uncle! What a coincidence!"

He stood up and paced excitedly around the small hospital room, a complete business plan quickly forming in his mind.

"Think about it, my dad and his family sell vegetables, and you set up a pork stall right next door! Isn't that the perfect combination?"

"When city dwellers buy groceries, don't they always pick up some meat to take home?"

"With your skills, you must be an expert at cutting meat and chopping bones! How could business be bad?"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see the prosperous future ahead.

"Uncle, listen to me. Once your leg is healed, you and my dad, my third uncle, the three of you grown men, will work together to start the business in the vegetable market."

"My cousin Haozi is in charge of driving the delivery truck."

"My aunt, along with my mom and my third aunt, opened a restaurant. The vegetables and meat they use come directly from our own stall, and Haozi can even deliver them!"

"Doesn't that make everything work?"

"A one-stop service! How great is that! Why insist on separating everything?"

Yang Fan's passionate speech left the Lin family of three completely bewildered.

They never imagined that life could have such a possibility.

The family—selling vegetables, selling meat, running a restaurant—seems to have created a perfect business loop.

Seeing their wavering expressions, Xiaoya quickly pressed her advantage.

"Uncle, Aunt, Sister Xiaoyu, please listen to my brother!"

"This is truly a good thing for everyone! With our family together, helping each other, our lives will definitely get better and better!"

Finally, after being persuaded by her siblings, Lin's mother sighed deeply, as if she had made her final decision.

She looked at Yang Fan with tears in her eyes, tears of gratitude and emotion.

"Xiaofan, Xiaoya, thank you... thank you for thinking of us so much."

"Well... well, I'll just have to swallow my pride and go with you."

"However, your aunt has a request." She looked at Yang Fan with a serious expression:

"We have to pay the rent after we go there; we can't stay here for free."

"As for wages, just give us whatever you think is appropriate. We'll be satisfied as long as it's enough to make a living."

Yang Fan knew that this was their last line of defense and their last shred of dignity.

If he refuses again, it will only make them uncomfortable.

He nodded solemnly: "Okay! Auntie, we'll do as you say!"

With the matter settled, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Xiaoya and began to make arrangements:

"The doctor said that Uncle will need to stay in the hospital for another week."

"Xiaoya, why don't you stay here with me for a while?"

"Anyway, you still have a long time before school starts. Call me when your uncle is discharged from the hospital, and I'll drive over to pick you up."

Xiaoya had no objections: "Okay, brother! It's a deal! I'll stay and help Sister Xiaoyu take care of Uncle!"

"How can that be!" Lin Xiaoyu quickly waved her hand upon hearing this:

"Xiaoya, you have your own things to do. I can manage on my own! I can't trouble you any further!"

"Oh, Sister Xiaoyu, what's our relationship? Your aunt and uncle are so good to me, what's wrong with me taking care of them for a few days!"

Xiaoya made the decision without further ado, then nudged Yang Fan:

"Brother, you should go now. I'll take care of things here, don't worry about it!"

Yang Fan nodded, said goodbye to the others, and left the ward.

As I walked out of the inpatient building, it was already getting dark; it was around four in the afternoon.

He had originally planned to drive straight home, but then he changed his mind and put the idea aside.

No.

Tomorrow, both families will be traveling to the provincial capital with lots of bags and packages.

Where to take it?

We don't even have a place to stay right now. We can't just wander around the streets of the provincial capital with a truckload of stuff, can we?

Where should I rent a house?

Where should I choose a stall in the farmers' market?

Where should the restaurant be located?

All of these need to be checked in advance.

He must go to the provincial capital now to get everything settled.

Tomorrow, once my parents arrive, they can simply move in and settle in.

This is the safest option.

With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated. He took out his phone and called his father, briefly explaining the situation of the Lin family and his decision to go to the provincial capital first to make preparations. Then he got into the car, stepped on the gas, and sped off towards the provincial capital.