Chapter 217 The House of Food (Fifth Update)


    The Qian family retreated because of the difficulties and hadn''t caused trouble for many days.


    Ink painting was also happy to be free and began to continue doing its own thing.


    The weapon refining shop and the alchemy refining shop have been built, so he doesn’t have to worry about it. There is another thing he wanted to plan to do before.


    One afternoon, An Xiaofu came to eat again.


    He was drinking, eating meat, and chatting with everyone.


    Perhaps because of inheriting his **** talent, An Xiaofu has strong ability to listen to gossip and speak gossip.


    When he listens, others like to say it, and when he speaks, others like to listen.


    Mo Hua waved to him.


    When An Xiaofu saw this, he was a little stunned, then he looked happy and immediately ran over happily.


    He ran closer, but saw that there was nothing on the table in front of Mo Hua, and couldn''t help but look puzzled:


    "Didn''t you eat?"


    Mo Hua was helpless. He thought he had food, so he called him over...


    "Do you think about what you are doing?" Mo Hua asked directly.


    An Xiaofu sighed, "Not yet..."


    Mo Hua said: "Do you want to open a kitchen building?"


    "Shenzhen Building?" An Xiaofu was stunned, "Our family already has a seat..."


    “It’s different.”


    An Xiaofu frowned and thought for a long time, but still couldn''t imagine that there would be something different.


    “Isn’t the kitchen buildings almost the same?”


    "The kitchen building you run is yours."


    "Own?"


    An Xiaofu thought for a while, and then he was shocked, "Do you want me to kill my father and take the kitchen at home for yourself?"


    Mo Hua was also shocked, "How did you think of this method..."


    "Two days ago, a businessman passed by. I invited him to drink, and he told me..."


    An Xiaofu lowered his voice and secretly said to Mo Hua:


    "I said there was a son who killed his father secretly, occupied his father''s Taoist property, and did it without any leakage. If this son hadn''t said he was drunk and said he was leaking, no one would have known..."


    Mo Hua sighed, "Don''t kill your father."


    An Xiaofu breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest, "That''s good, that''s good."


    Mo Hua continued: "You open your own kitchen building according to your own preferences."


    "My own preference?"


    An Xiaofu still doesn’t quite understand.


    "Do you like eating here?"


    An Xiaofu nodded.


    "Do you like listening to stories?"


    "like."


    "Do you like eating the demon meat here?"


    An Xiaofu started to work harder.


    "Do you understand?" Mo Hua said.


    An Xiaofu probably understood, and his eyes gradually lit up, but he still said with doubts:


    "But I have nothing."


    “What do you need to open a dining building?”


    An Xiaofu counted, "I want spirit stones, a small building, a meal, a recipe, a stove, and a manpower..."


    "I''ll solve the stove. You can find my mother for the dietary recipes, and you can find Mr. An to ask for the spirit stones, venues and personnel."


    "My grandpa?"


    "Um."


    An Xiaofu was timid, "My grandfather won''t agree..."


    "How do you know if you don''t ask?"


    "But…"


    "Do you want to open this kitchen building?" Mo Hua asked.


    An Xiaofu tried to think about what Mo Hua said, and nodded seriously: "I thought about it!"


    “Since you want to do it, you have to work hard.”


    An Xiaofu felt a little scared when she thought of his grandfather.


    Mo Hua said, "The more you are afraid of some things, the less you dare to do them. The more you don''t do them, the more you will be afraid."


    An Xiaofu was stammering, not knowing what he was saying.


    "Will your grandpa hit you?"


    "Often you don''t beat me, my dad will beat me..."


    "Are you afraid that your father will glare at you?"


    An Xiaofu nodded.


    "Then you just pretend that your grandfather has glared at you, beat you up again, and then you go and talk to him."


    An Xiaofu was stunned.


    "He glared and beat him, what are you afraid of?"


    An Xiaofu suddenly realized and felt that he was not that scared, "It seems to make sense..."


    Mo Hua patted his shoulder, "I will regret it in the future if I don''t work hard for what I like."


    An Xiaofu felt endless courage surge in his body and nodded seriously.


    But this courage dissipated as soon as he got home.


    He was still instinctively afraid when he thought of his grandfather and his father.


    He can''t explain anything he is afraid of, but he is just afraid.


    An Xiaofu couldn''t eat and couldn''t sleep at night. He wanted to go to the Ink Painter''s restaurant to have fun, but he felt ashamed of Ink Painting and was embarrassed to go.


    Mo Hua encouraged him so much, but he gave up, which made An Xiaofu blame himself.


    An Xiaofu''s mother was worried when she saw him like this:


    "I told you to eat less, but I didn''t let you stop eating."


    An Xiaofu whispered: "Mom, no..."


    "You have been unwilling to eat and eat these days. Are you worried about anything?"


    An Xiaofu couldn''t say it.


    She couldn''t guess what her son was thinking, so she could only say, "You eat enough first, and you will have the strength to think about things after you are full."


    An Xiaofu had no appetite at first, but after taking a few bites, he suddenly wanted to eat it again, and finally ate it voraciously.


    After eating, the courage to disappear suddenly surged out again.


    An Xiaofu said with a tragic look on his face: "Mom, I''m going."


    He was puzzled, what happened to this child...


    An Xiaofu walked through the long corridor with a mentality of looking at death and finally arrived in front of Mr. An''s study.


    This road almost exhausted his entire body of strength.


    An Xiaofu stood for a long time and recovered some courage. Then she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes and crossed the threshold of the study.


    Mr. An had known that his grandson had come.


    When I was a child, I was carefree, and Xiaofu often came over to play alone.


    But since he was seven or eight years old, he has never taken the initiative to approach the study.


    Maybe I have grown up and become sensible, or maybe I can understand other people''s faces.


    The child looks young, but he is actually extremely keen, but this keen and approximate instinct may not be aware of it.


    This time, for some reason, he suddenly came over again.


    But this heroic expression seemed to be going to the execution ground...


    Mr. An was in a complicated mood when he looked at him.


    "I am his grandfather at least. At most, I blame him for a few words and I won''t eat him. As for fear of being like this..."


    An Xiaofu mustered up the courage and finally took the initiative to stand in front of Mr. An.


    "Xiaofu, is there anything wrong?"


    Mr. An asked, trying to make his voice appear kinder.


    An Xiaofu stuttered for a long time before saying:


    "Grandpa, I...I want to open a... meal building."


    Mr. An frowned, "Didn''t the An family have already opened many catering buildings?"


    An Xiaofu was a little timid, but he still said with a tough bullet: "I want to open my own family."


    "Why did you suddenly want to open a kitchen building? Who told you what you said?" Mr. An asked calmly. An Xiaofu felt that being a person should be loyal, so he did not offer his ink paintings, but said:


    "No one said anything to me, I''m open-minded."


    Mr. An raised his eyebrows slightly, "What should I do if the venue and the spiritual stones that make capital?"


    An Xiaofu said, "You want it to grandpa!"


    This is a little bit more justified.


    Mr. An was a little surprised and asked again: "Where is the meal and recipe?"


    "I already have a way."


    “Where is the stove?”


    "I''ll find someone to train."


    "Where is the formation on the stove?"


    “Ink painting will help me draw.”


    An Xiaofu blurted out.


    When he mentioned the formation, all he could think of was Mo Hua...


    Mr. An understood.


    But he was not dissatisfied, but rather happy.


    Ink painting can help An Xiaofu, no matter what he does, it is a good thing.


    Mr. An pretended to be meditated and did not speak.


    An Xiaofu was feeling uncomfortable, both expectant and nervous, and her heart was full of sweat, and her chubby forehead was sweating all the time.


    Mr. An felt that it was almost done, so he nodded and said, "I agree."


    An Xiaofu was happy from the sky and opened her eyes wide, "Really?"


    Mr. An nodded and said, "You go find your father, and you want whatever you lack, just say I agree, and he is not allowed to shirk responsibility."


    "Oh." An Xiaofu nodded repeatedly and ran out immediately.


    Halfway through the run, he suddenly remembered something, ran back immediately, and said respectfully:


    "Thank you grandpa!"


    Mr. An shook his head and said helplessly: "Go."


    An Xiaofu ran out again, immersed himself in joy, his soles were soft, as if he was stepping on cotton.


    An Xiaofu found his father An Yonglu and said his grandfather''s words.


    An Yonglu was surprised, "No."


    “Grandpa agreed!”


    An Xiaofu became more confident.


    An Yonglu didn''t believe it, but he also knew that his son was not so brave enough to be so panicked with him, let alone lying under the name of the old man.


    An Yonglu agreed, and when An Xiaofu left happily, he went to find Mr. An.


    "Dad, Xiaofu''s incident..."


    “Just follow him.”


    "But…"


    "It''s nothing, but it''s only a few spirit stones to open a kitchen building. Mo Hua is willing to help him. It''s all worth it."


    "Why did Mo Hua help Xiaofu?" An Yonglu didn''t understand.


    "I guess he has some friendship." Old Master An glanced at An Yonglu lightly, "Where is Mo Hua, your son is more respectful than you. If you go and ask Mo Hua for help, they may not pay attention to you."


    An Yonglu smiled embarrassedly.


    "But," An Yonglu said in confusion again, "Why do you need to open a kitchen building?"


    Although the kitchen building can also earn spirit stones, it is definitely worse than the weapon refining skills and alchemy refining skills.


    What is the purpose of Mo Hua opening this kitchen building?


    Mr. An couldn''t figure it out for a moment, but although Mo Hua was a formation master, he was a child after all.


    Sometimes he really can''t figure out what the child is thinking.


    "I guess it''s just a small fight, just have fun."


    Mr. An sighed and ordered An Yonglu to say:


    "You give it to him whatever Xiaofu wants. It''s just a kitchen building. Let them do it, just be a good relationship with the child Mo Hua."


    An Yonglu nodded, "Okay, dad."


    An Xiaofu plucked up his courage and said his request when he saw his grandfather, and his grandfather agreed.


    The kitchen he is going to open is also settled.


    An Xiaofu consciously achieved his mission and never let down the expectations of ink paintings, and he felt relieved.


    That afternoon, he happily went to the Ink Painter''s restaurant again.


    He completed the task and now he has the "face" to see Mo Hua again.


    Mo Hua praised him and invited him to eat a lot of good food.


    An Xiaofu was very moved and decided to eat all the hungry ones a few days ago.


    Then comes the preparations for the kitchen building.


    The preparation of the kitchen building is much simpler than the weapon refining practice or alchemy refining practice.


    What''s more, the An family has opened so many dining rooms, and everything is familiar with it. From site selection to manual work, the An family does it with one hand and doesn''t have to worry about ink painting at all.


    The only thing that needs to be cared about ink painting is the stove and the formation on the stove.


    The stove in the restaurant was made by Master Chen by ink painting, and the formation was also made by ink painting.


    However, at that time, the formation level of ink painting was still very low and the stove was relatively small, the heat was not large, and the function was average.


    Mo Hua also proposed to change one, but Liu Ruhua disagreed.


    This was used when the restaurant was just opened. The formation inside was also drawn by Ink Painting. She has been used to using it for so long, so she doesn''t want to waste the spirit stones and then change it.


    But now the new kitchen building is open, and the small stove is definitely not good. Ink painting wants to make a larger first-grade stove.


    Mo Hua went to ask Master Chen, and Master Chen naturally agreed.


    The first-grade refining furnace and the first-grade alchemy furnace have been refined, and a stove is no problem.


    The weapon refining score was found by Master Chen, and the materials were produced by Elder Yu, and the weapon refiners worked together. In less than a week, the stove was refined.


    The refined stove is two-tall, and the materials are strong and durable. Its shape is somewhat different from the refining furnace and the alchemy furnace. The patterns in the details are less fairy-like and more fireworks.


    This stove is already the specifications of a first-grade spiritual weapon.


    The ink painting looks very satisfied.


    Later he drew a simplified version of the first-grade smelting spirit-controlled restoration array in the stove.


    This set of reconstructive array can also control the size of the fire, and also cool down the cold air array, but it only contains a first-grade smelting array.


    Just cooking, it’s not about refining weapons, one pair is enough.


    If the firepower is too high, it is easy to burn the stove.


    The stove was built and the kitchen building was repaired.


    The location of the kitchen building is not on North Street, but on South Street where the casual cultivator lives.


    There is a spiritual kitchen building in Beida Street, so it doesn’t make sense to open another one, and I don’t want to open a Mohua on Bei Street.


    He opened this kitchen building to allow free cultivators to eat cheap meat.


    So naturally, it must be opened on the South Street where there are many casual cultivators.


    The name of the kitchen building is "FuShenlou", hoping that everyone in the ground floor of Tongxian City will have good fortune. Even if life is hard, you will always be happy if you can eat something delicious.


    Half of Fushen Building belongs to An Xiaofu and half to ink painting.


    Mo Hua handed over half of his share to his mother.


    Liu Ruhua disagreed, and Mohua said:


    "Mom, mine is of course yours. Please help me with some things in this kitchen building first."


    Liu Ruhua couldn''t say that ink painting, so she could only agree.


    The recipes in the kitchen were provided by Liu Ruhua, and the chef also received guidance from Liu Ruhua, but she did not need to work hard herself. It’s good to look at the restaurant and study dietary recipes.


    An Xiaofu is responsible for the specific things in the kitchen building.


    An Xiaofu is the young master of the An family. Even if he doesn’t know, the An family will ask someone to teach him. Even if you are not familiar with it at the beginning and make some mistakes, it is nothing. Over time, you will naturally be at ease in dealing with people and things.


    Although An Xiaofu is a family child, he is kind-hearted and sincere in dealing with others. He is actually very suitable for the business of a kitchen building.


    What''s more, Anjia is a businessman in the catering building. An Xiaofu has been influenced by her since childhood and will learn faster and do better.


    This is also the reason why Mo Hua pulled An Xiaofu and the An family behind him invested.


    He doesn''t want his mother to overwork.


    Opening a restaurant is very hard, let alone a larger restaurant than a restaurant.


    An Xiaofu is chubby and likes to eat. It’s better to be tired, so you can lose weight.


    But his mother is not in good health and cannot be affected. She just needs to concentrate on studying the recipes, cook occasionally on weekdays, and make some delicious food.


    It’s not too hard to do what you want to do.


    Ink painting is thoughtful.


    ?This chapter cannot be separated, let’s combine the two chapters together.


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    (This chapter ends)