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Chapter 87 She Dreamed About Your Mother Last Night

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    I caught a glimpse of the little girl who was hiding behind Liang Minjun's legs and looking here curiously. Her eyebrows frowned, and the corners of her mouth became more and more indifferent. At this moment, the sharpness in her eyes was finally fully revealed in front of everyone: "Is this your daughter? She has a cute little face."  it's beautiful."

    Because of the divorce before, Wang Jian, who was eager to protect his sister, couldn't swallow this breath, so he grabbed Shen Menghui and beat him up.  Later, I heard that Shen Zha Nan couldn't wait to marry Xinhuan, and Wang Jian hated him even more. He vowed never to set foot in Shen's house again.  minute.

    Later, I was extremely busy running around for business every day, and my phone calls became less and less

    Shen Menghui forced a smile and nodded, wanting Shen Lu to call someone, but he didn't know what to call him for a while, so he asked Liang Minjun to take her to play.

    At this time, Wang Jian looked up at Shen Chuyan: "Go and pack your things, bring a few changes of clothes, you haven't been to your uncle's house for a long time, and stay a few more days during the summer vacation."

    "It's rare that you are free during the holidays. It's good to go and see your grandma." It was Shen Menghui's voice.

    Shen Chuyan stopped his finger to reply to WeChat, and his eyes finally left the phone screen. He could feel the irritability and discomfort in his heart. What do these so-called elders think of him?  If you hate it, just throw it aside, out of sight, out of mind, and when you think about it, throw him a few candies, and then say something casually, huh

    Instinctively, he wanted to find a reason to refuse, but before he could say anything, his uncle suddenly sighed softly: "Your grandma got up early today and told me that she dreamed of your mother last night."

    Shen Menghui's complicated eyes fell on Wang Jian's face through the scent of hot tea, and he pursed his lips hesitantly.

    Shen Chuyan lowered his face, gripped the phone vigorously with his fingertips, and suddenly changed the words in his throat: "then I'll go back to my room to pack my things first."-

    Wang Jian used to be a chef. He learned art from the famous local chef Fu when he was in his hometown. After that, there was an upsurge of going south to work.  Several fellow villagers came to Ning City together, hoping to make a name for themselves.

    But he can do nothing but cook in the kitchen, so after much deliberation he decided to continue doing his old job.  It was his luck, the chef of the small restaurant he frequented resigned and left, and he couldn¡¯t find suitable people for several days. The boss worked part-time as waiter, chef and cashier all by himself.  At that time, Wang Jian didn't even have the money for the next meal. After hearing what the boss said, his eyes lit up, and he fried a plate of egg fried rice on the spot. The boss tasted it and hired him on the spot.

    The store has a small facade, but it is surrounded by factories, and the price is affordable, so the business is very good every day.  Two years later, something happened to the boss¡¯s family and he had to transfer the restaurant. Wang Jian lay in bed thinking about it all night, and the next day he took out all his savings and asked the boss to transfer the restaurant to him.  Li also helped him a lot, so he readily agreed.

    ?Because he became the boss himself, he became more motivated to do things, and the business of the small restaurant became more and more prosperous. After another two years, Wang Jian rented a slightly larger storefront and hired two waiters.  Later, it developed into a high-end restaurant. I heard that the third branch opened this year.

    Shen Chuyan heard about the legendary life experiences in front of him from his mother. As for how many branches his uncle has now, no one told him about them anymore.

    "Have you caught a cold?" Sitting in the passenger seat of his uncle's BMW, Shen Chuyan couldn't help but sneezed twice. The driver next to him immediately turned his head to ask and handed him a tissue.

    He shook his head.

    Even though the clothes on his uncle's body became more and more expensive, Shen Chuyan always felt that there was a smell of oily smoke from the kitchen on his body.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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