Chapter 3 Warm Memories

Yingying has many suitors, but she does not dare to fall in love without her mother's permission. And Weiwei has never been a suitor! The height of 1.72 meters, coupled with the cold and detached temperament, made the boys shy away from approaching.

"Weiwei, why don't you wear this skirt. The eldest sister definitely wants you to wear this skirt to her wedding today. Who knows you won't go!"

Yingying put on the dress she grabbed and stood in front of the mirror for two minutes, but she didn't like it anymore. Although the color of moss green is the most popular color in spring and summer this year, the style is too simple, without any elements of lace and lace ribbons that she likes.

"I've never seen you in a skirt!"

"If you don't like it, let it go."

"My eldest sister bought you the wrong clothes. When she comes back from her honeymoon, she will definitely be unhappy when she sees me grabbing your dress to wear. Now she is the rich woman in our family. To make her unhappy is to make mother unhappy. I don't dare!"

Yingying giggled and put the dress she took off onto Weiwei. Weiwei was so upset that she took off the dress and threw it on the bed.

The opening plan is still only on paper, and the specific opening budget and operating costs are not known. Although the shop is self-owned, the rent must also be included in the cost.

When I was a child, I didn't have a car at home, and the nearest elementary school took more than 20 minutes by car. The front and rear seats of my mother's bicycle can only take my two sisters to and from school. Weiwei had to study near her father's restaurant. After school, she went to the restaurant to do her homework, and then went home together after her father finished work.

Weiwei has stayed in the crock pot longer than at home, and spent much more time with her father than her mother.

After high school, I was so busy with my studies that I went to the crock pot less frequently. Until today, I found that Crock Pot House has changed beyond recognition, and the signboard has been replaced by a golden barbecue food stall... A feeling of faint heartache, so that Wei Wei can't calm down until now. It seems that someone has stolen the warmest memories of her childhood...

A typhoon suddenly blew up in the morning, and Fu Meiling hesitated whether to take Yingying to the beauty salon. If Mrs. Ding doesn't come to the beauty salon today, bringing Yingying to the past is a waste of time.

It is fake to let Yingying be the front desk of the beauty salon, and it is the purpose to make Ding Tai like Yingying.

Swipe open the WeChat address book to find Mrs. Ding's name, "Good morning Mrs. Ding, this morning..." Fu Meiling typed a few words and deleted it. Turning off the phone screen and looking out of the floor-to-ceiling window again, the wind seems to have decreased a lot.

Ding Tai will definitely come. Mrs. Ding always went to the beauty salon for SPA on time, so she was afraid that one missed treatment would affect the beauty effect. In the past two years, the consumption level has been improved. Not only do they do the most expensive items in the store, but they also often bring luxury samples to beauticians. It made the beauticians in the store so happy, seeing Ding Tai was more kissable than seeing their boss Fu Meiling.

Isn't she just a charter woman who made a fortune by acquiring land! If you have money, you don't have to live in fear, but you are afraid that your man will be outside the house…

Fu Meiling felt sour in her mouth, and had to admit that she was jealous of Ding Taifu. I can't envy such a woman who is born with a good life! As an immigrant, you can only rely on your hands to work hard for food.

"Mom, can you go now?"

Yingying felt a little uncomfortable wearing the Chanel dress her mother bought her. The clothes are really expensive, and they are really not very easy to wear. I always feel that there are restrictions on raising hands and feet, and the style is more suitable for mature women.

No matter how fashionable the mother is, there is still a generation gap with her daughter's aesthetic vision. But Yingying didn't dare to say this, and turned around to show her new clothes to her mother.

"Fortunately, it's windy and cooler today. The fabric of this dress is a little thick. It's not as good as buying it yourself. But my daughter looks good in everything!"

Fu Meiling picked up her bag and prepared to go out, while Yingying picked up high heels in the shoe cabinet. Weiwei came out of the bedroom with an army green canvas bag slung across her shoulders. Fu Meiling turned her head and saw Weiwei frowned.

"You want to go out? Yingying and I come back in the afternoon to drink papaya stewed milk."

"Mom, I have to find a job."

"It doesn't take a whole day to find a job. Come back early in the afternoon to wash the clothes and stew the papaya. By the way, don't go too far from home when you look for a job. Yingying has a bad stomach, so she has to eat on time."

Fu Meiling was used to telling her youngest daughter to do housework.

"Mom, I'm quitting sugar now and don't drink sugar water."

It was clear that her mother wanted her sister to do housework, but she pushed herself out as a reason. Yingying didn't want to take the blame.

"You don't drink me."

Fu Meiling's voice raised an octave.

"I may have to live outside to find a job, and I can hardly go home."

"What kind of job doesn't let people go home? It's not a long-term worker in the old society!"

Fu Meiling's pale face showed anger. Elegant in front of people, no disguise at home.

"..."

Explaining to my mother that my father's restaurant was reopening only made her more angry. Weiwei picked up the half-worn black high-top canvas sneakers from the shoe cabinet and put them on, lowered her eyebrows to her mother and said softly, "I'm leaving", and opened the door to go out.

The roar of his mother behind Ren was drowned out by the fire door in the corridor that automatically snapped shut.

The strong wind stirred Jiang Weiwei's long hair, the sky above her head was clear, and the air was full of flowers.

Weiwei likes this city, it seems that every corner of the city is full of flowers, and the four seasons are fresh and undefeated in Changchun. In my childhood memories, the courtyard of the Crock Pot House is also full of shades of lush trees and flowers...

The messy plastic tables and chairs inside and outside the restaurant, the glittering signboards of barbecue food stalls, and the kitchen cabinets and kitchen utensils stained with oil in the kitchen were all taken away by the waste collectors. The uncle who collected the junk kept nagging that it was not worth it this time, and that it was not worth a lot of money to pull it in the car, and he made a lot of effort to transport it back and forth several times.

"Everyone else pays us to take the waste away, and you still want to sell it for money?!"

Don't give money if you don't give it, Weiwei doesn't care about the uncle. After emptying the house and outside, I feel much more pleasing to the eye.

After inquiring about the decoration cost, Weiwei decided to do it herself. The water and electricity lines are all ready-made and do not need to be changed, as long as the decoration is arranged.

A week later, the walnut-colored signboard and the soup pot engraved with the words Crock Pot House were finished. After four years of college scholarships and odd jobs, I saved less than 50,000 yuan, and I spent a third of it all at once.

In the seven days, only one person and the intermediary had visited the store, and the man turned around and shook his head and left.

"The store is too small to be remodeled, and the location is too far back. Although the environment is good, the place is too small to set up a large table, and it is not suitable for gatherings and business banquets. This kind of store, no matter how well it is done, can only You can't make a lot of money just by eating and drinking..."

After Fu Meiling heard the intermediary's call, her mood dropped to the bottom. Seeing that it was time to pay the rent of the beauty salon, there was still a hole of 6,000 yuan to fill. Now the rented house should also be paid, and it will cost more than 12,000 inside and outside, not counting the living expenses.

I have already taken a fancy to a two-bedroom rough house with ninety-eight flats facing south next to a sports park. The full price is 4.58 million. In addition to the decoration, it will cost 200,000. Four million seven hundred thousand! When Yingying's betrothal gift arrives, she won't have much money left.

If the old shop can't be sold or rented, it's not terrible!