Chapter 113

To tell you the truth, no one doesn't like money. What's more, Feng Yan's desire for money and status is far more than others.

Although she is not a money worshiper, she has always felt that only money can bring her sense of security, because it is the only thing that she feels completely belongs to herself.

But now the money, she did not want to take, because it is in front of Zhang Ye, she does not want him to look down on himself, feel that he is a woman with only money in her eyes.

"I..." She's still hesitating.

"Don't think about it. It's settled. Look at yourself, a former deputy general manager of Yunhai Hotel, but you don't even have a few thousand yuan dress. What does it look like. With that money, you can buy some nice clothes and cosmetics, even if it's for me to look good. "

Zhang Ye said with a big grin, and fixed his voice.

"Well, if you like it, I'll dress you up every day." Feng Yan's heart suddenly surprised, charming white he a look, the gratitude and moved deep pressure in the heart.

It was almost half past five when they came back to Weixiang. Zhang Ye asked Feng Yan to go back, but he ran to the bank next to him, opened a new card and transferred 1.5 million yuan to his account.

Hehe, when sister Yan'er knows how much money there is, she will be surprised.

Zhang Ye complacently smiles. As soon as he returns to Weixiang, he gives the bank card to Feng Yan, and it's in front of Zhou Mengru.

However, Zhou Mengru did not show any bad mood at all. On the contrary, after knowing Feng Yan's economic situation, she took the initiative to persuade her to accept it.

However, Feng Yan felt a little embarrassed and refused again. Finally, she accepted it. She was deeply moved.

The episode passed like this. As the night approached, Weixiang began to be lively again.

Lin Xinghao's group of people who are used to Zhang Ye's handicrafts also come one after another. Feng Yan takes them to the private room on the second floor. After all, people like them are not suitable to eat in the first floor.

However, the scattered seats on the first floor soon ushered in new guests, a young man.

The young man looked around and found that the new hot pot city was very clean, the antique decoration was also very chic, and the smell of thick soup in the room was also very sweet.

But he still turned his lips, because the shop was so cold that there was no one but himself.

It seems that the taste of this shop is just average.

The young man sat down at a table near the door, picked up the menu and asked casually, "boss, do you have anything else here besides hot pot?"

Zhang Ye see guests asked, immediately said with a smile: "and the emperor fried rice and desert sea oasis two delicacies."

The young man nodded, but he didn't feel that a fried rice was delicious. No matter how good the name was, it was not that.

He shook his head slightly, flipped through the menu, and then froze.

"I'll give you a hand, boss. Are you sure you're not poor and crazy? How much does a fried rice cost? Do you want 98 pieces of pork with chili beans? Even the smallest portion of the bottom The young man exclaimed in amazement and looked at Zhang Ye in disbelief.

Zhang Ye just smile, calm said: "our food here are very delicious, although the price is more expensive, but you can try."

The young man turned his eyes, stood up and walked out with a sneer, thinking that no wonder there was no one to eat in this shop, and the price was almost the same as that of robbing. The boss must have been poor and crazy just now.

Zhang Ye speechless looked at the young man who went out, and he didn't know what to say.

My Shenxian soup was specially made of Chinese herbal medicine by internal force, and it took 12 hours to make it with pig bone, cow bone and chicken bone.

If it's sold in Yunhai Hotel, a small portion of soup will cost at least more than 200 yuan. If I sell 58, a small portion is a big conscience price.

He felt that he had been wronged to his home, but before his feeling of being wronged was eliminated from his heart, another man came into the door.

Zhang Ye sees this person, the facial expression is tiny a Leng.

This is a man in his thirties. He is very thin. His face is yellow, his lips are morbid pale, and his eyes are almost blank.

His legs seemed to be extremely heavy, and he was shaking when he walked. He looked like he was seriously ill, as if he could go to see God anytime and anywhere.

The most important point is that this man is wearing the patient number clothes of Nanjiang city hospital. Obviously, he is a patient of Nanjiang city hospital, and he is still seriously ill.

"Guest, this is..." Zhang Ye helped him in the past. It was the first time he saw such an alternative customer.

What's more, he didn't expect that the first guest of Weixiang was a sick man, and he was very sick.

The middle-aged man sat on the chair panting for a long time. He waited until the abnormal flush on his face was pushed down. Then he said with a smile: "little brother, I'm sorry, I really can't do it.""It doesn't matter. Would you like some hot pot?" Although Zhang Ye's face is still so indifferent smile, but his eyes are a bit worried.

He is not afraid of middle-aged people falling ill in his shop, but he is really worried about middle-aged people.

At first sight, he is seriously ill, and even may be in the final countdown of his life. The degree of weakness of his body can be seen.

Most of the hot pot food is warm tonic, plus he uses traditional Chinese medicine modulation of Shenxian soup, is to add tonic.

If ordinary people eat Shenxian soup, it is very good for their health. However, the middle-aged people are already so weak that if they eat hot pot again, it is likely to cause deficiency and not be supplemented. On the contrary, it will have some bad effects on their health.

This is what Zhang Ye is really worried about.

However, middle-aged people do not seem to care about these, Zhang Ye even from his eyes to see the calm of life and death.

"Little brother, I think you are new here, so you want to come and have a look. You can probably see that I don't have many days to live. My wife divorced me with her children. That's what I've done in my life. I just want to eat something I love while I can move, so I have nothing else to ask for. "

The middle-aged man said faintly and laughed sincerely. It seemed that there was not much fear of death.

This

Zhang Ye originally wanted to recommend him not to eat hot pot, but he couldn't say it.

What else can a person ask for when he is in such a state? It's nothing more than eating and drinking. If he can't even meet this requirement, it's meaningless for him to live.

"Well, guest, just a moment, and I'll help you get something to eat. But I still suggest that you don't eat mutton today, and wait until you are better. Today, let's eat some plain vegetables. They taste very good Zhang Ye sincerely advised.

This was originally his good intention, but the middle-aged man laughed bitterly, shook his head and said: "little brother, you see I have a few days to live, and my health is not good. Today, you just let me eat enough. If you are worried about my health, I can write you a certificate. Even if there is any problem with my health, it has nothing to do with you. "