Chapter 31: I Was Really Foolish
"Dad, come downstairs." Zhang Yang sent Zhang Zhaohai a message.
He wasn't going upstairs to the restaurant. His aunt always spoke unpleasantly. Even the most ordinary words would come out of her mouth with a sharp, sarcastic edge.
And his uncle was completely henpecked. If his wife said go east, he wouldn't dare go west.
"Be right there." That was Zhang Zhaohai's reply.
Upstairs in the restaurant, Zhang Zhaohai packed his personal belongings one by one, memories of the past few years in the kitchen surfacing in his mind.
The restaurant belonged to Song Wenbo, but the experiences of these years belonged to him.
From when the restaurant had just opened and the kitchen had just started operating, he had been here helping as a chef, always with the mindset of helping family. He had managed the kitchen properly for Song Wenbo all these years. Thinking back now, he realized he had been too naive.
Damn it, they hadn't even raised his salary in all these years!
"Brother-in-law, leaving already?" Song Wenbo came over and greeted him. His tone was somewhat stiff.
"Mm." Zhang Zhaohai didn't pay him much attention.
Song Wenbo forced a dry laugh and walked out with him. People weren't made of stone. Honestly speaking, over the past few years the kitchen had been much easier because of his brother-in-law. With him handling the menu and accounts inside and out, things had always been reassuring.
Now that Zhang Zhaohai was leaving, he actually felt a little reluctant deep down.
But saying something to persuade him to stay… better forget it.
When passing the counter, for some reason a thought suddenly crossed his mind, and he wanted to bring a case of wine back for Zhang Zhaohai.
It wasn't expensive-just over a thousand for a case. It would simply be a small gesture to maintain goodwill.
Just as he walked into the counter area, Song Wenbo bent down, about to pick up a case of Guoyuan wine. His wife immediately stopped him.
"Hey, hey, hey, Song Wenbo, what are you doing?"
"I… I'm bringing a case of wine for my brother-in-law," Song Wenbo stammered.
"Oh, you should've said so earlier." Zhou Xiaona glanced around and immediately understood. "Here, take this one. The supplier said this wine tastes great last time."
She bent down and directly picked up a case of some miscellaneous off-brand wine brought in by a small factory to sell. The whole case wasn't worth much.
Zhang Zhaohai took one look, snorted coldly, and walked straight outside.
Holding the wine, Zhou Xiaona glared fiercely at Song Wenbo. "Look at you, always grabbing the expensive ones. There's so much off-brand wine here-why don't you take those?"
Song Wenbo's expression kept changing. He really felt somewhat ashamed.
"Trying to save face but suffering for it," Zhou Xiaona scolded. She carried the wine and hurried after him. "Brother-in-law, should I put this wine in your car or somewhere else?"
Outside the restaurant, Zhang Zhaohai didn't want to stay there for even another second.
He couldn't afford to deal with people like that. His sister-in-law and his brother-in-law were really a perfect match.
He looked around, trying to find his son.
First glance.
Huh? Where was he?
Second glance.
That tall guy over there with a well-proportioned figure and a confident, spirited look seemed somewhat similar.
But his son wasn't this slim.
Just as he was about to look away, that figure in the distance suddenly waved at him.
Oh my god, Zhang Yang's grandmother's heavens! That was really his son Zhang Yang?!
"Dad." Zhang Yang walked over, smiling as he took the bag from his father's hand.
Zhang Zhaohai stared at the tall figure in front of him, with bright eyes and an extremely confident aura. For a long time he didn't come back to his senses.
"You brat, saving a big surprise, huh?"
"Dad, you're making a fuss. This is called image management." Zhang Yang chatted with his father while glancing toward the distance, where his uncle and aunt were walking straight toward them.
"You're… Zhang Yang?!" Zhou Xiaona hurried over in a few steps. "Young man, you've gotten handsome! Got a girlfriend yet?"
Zhang Yang looked at his uncle and aunt and gave them a neutral nod in greeting.
"Here Zhang Yang, your dad insists on being polite with us. Take this wine back for him to try." Zhou Xiaona shoved the case of wine into Zhang Yang's hands without waiting for a response.
"This… isn't that appropriate?" Zhang Yang held the heavy case of wine, whose packaging looked especially cheap, and looked at his father.
Zhang Zhaohai's expression didn't look very good.
"No, no." He waved his hand while giving Zhang Yang a look.
"Uncle, Aunt, I think you should keep this wine…" Zhang Yang understood and prepared to return it.
"Hey, nephew, why be polite? It's for your dad to drink. He's thin-skinned and embarrassed to take it, so you just accept it for him." Zhou Xiaona pushed it back with a smile.
Zhang Yang looked at the case of wine, then at his uncle and aunt who clearly wouldn't give up until he accepted it. After thinking for a moment-
"Alright then, I'll accept it for my dad."
"That's more like it." His aunt looked satisfied. "Your dad likes to drink. Once you start making money, remember to buy him some good wine… Th–this… is this your car?"
Zhang Yang opened the trunk of the Porsche and was struggling to move aside the bottles of Wuliangye and Maotai to make space for the case of wine. He also glanced strangely at his aunt.
Zhou Xiaona and Song Wenbo stood blankly behind the car, looking at the brand-new Porsche, then at the off-brand wine that looked extremely out of place among the various expensive cigarettes and famous liquor brands in the trunk. Their faces felt burning hot.
"I just picked up the car. Uncle, Aunt, thanks for the wine." Zhang Yang took out a carton of cigarettes worth over ten thousand yuan and weighed it in his hand.
Beside him, Song Wenbo rubbed his hands eagerly.
Then, right in front of him, Zhang Yang put the cigarettes back down and closed the trunk.
"Let's go, Dad."
"Let's go." Zhang Zhaohai happily walked over, comfortably opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat.
Before leaving, Zhang Yang looked at his uncle and aunt whose faces were flushed red, waved his hand, and said, "Uncle, Aunt, we're heading off."
Song Wenbo quickly responded, standing with his hands hanging awkwardly while forcing a dry laugh. His mind buzzed chaotically until the Porsche's taillights lit up and it sped away in front of them.
Even after the car disappeared, the couple still stood there blankly.
"He definitely borrowed money on purpose!" Zhou Xiaona suddenly seemed to realize something and clenched her fists.
"What?" Song Wenbo looked up blankly.
"He knew you wouldn't lend it, so he deliberately asked. It's a retreat to advance-he was preventing us from asking them for money!" Zhou Xiaona said, her chest rising and falling.
"I was really foolish, truly…" Song Wenbo muttered to himself.
On the way back, Zhang Zhaohai felt extremely relaxed, enjoying the comfort of the seat while examining the interior of the Cayenne.
"How's the car?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile while driving.
"This car makes you look too mature. Young people should buy a sports model. It suits me perfectly though," Zhang Zhaohai joked.
"Sure, you can drive it later," Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"I'm joking. What would I do driving this car? Wandering around the streets all day doing nothing? You have better uses for it." Zhang Zhaohai shook his head. "By the way, I'm not working at your uncle's place anymore."
"You're not?" Zhang Yang glanced at him but didn't find it strange. "Then don't. There's nothing worth staying for anyway."
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