I listened to your advice and finally became a male god.

Chapter 31 I'm So Stupid, Really
"Dad, come down here." Zhang Yang sent a message to Zhang Zhaohai.

He stopped going to the restaurant, and his little aunt never spoke very pleasantly. Even though she said some very normal things, it sounded mean when she came out of her mouth.

There is also a brother-in-law who is strict with his wife. If his wife says something to the east, he doesn't dare to go to the west.

"Being there soon." This was Zhang Zhaohai's reply.

In the restaurant, Zhang Zhaohai put away his personal belongings one by one, thinking about the past few years in the kitchen.

The restaurant belongs to Song Wenbo, but his experiences in the past few years are his own.

Ever since the restaurant opened and the kitchen was opened, he has been here to help cook. He has always maintained the mentality of helping his family and helped Song Wenbo cook the kitchen properly. Looking back now, he was still too naive.

What’s more, I haven’t seen him get a salary increase in the past few years!

"Brother-in-law, are you leaving?" Song Wenbo came over and greeted him, his tone somewhat dry.

"Yeah." Zhang Zhaohai didn't pay much attention to him.

Song Wenbo gave a dry laugh and walked out with him. He is not a tree. To be honest, in the past few years, because of his brother-in-law, the kitchen has been a lot less worried. He is also at ease with the menu and accounts inside and outside. Quite a few.

Now that Zhang Zhaohai is leaving, he is actually still reluctant in his heart.

But forget about talking about trying to stay.

Passing by the bar, he didn't know what was going on. He thought about bringing a box of wine back to Song Wenbo.

It's not expensive either. It costs more than 1000 per box. It's just a sign of a good relationship.

As soon as he walked into the bar, Song Wenbo bent down and was about to pick up a box of Guoyuan when his wife immediately stopped him and said, "Hey, Song Wenbo, what are you doing?"

"I'll... I'll bring a box of wine back to my brother-in-law." Song Wenbo stuttered.

"Oh, you told me earlier." Zhou Xiaona glanced at it and immediately understood, "Here, this is the box. The last time the manufacturer came over and said that this wine tastes very good."

She bent down and picked up a box of miscellaneous wine sold by a small factory. The whole box didn't cost much.

Zhang Zhaohai took one look, snorted and walked out.

Zhou Xiaona held the wine in her arms and glared at Song Wenbo fiercely, "You have a lot of money, so you can pick up the expensive ones. There are so many miscellaneous wines, don't you know how to get them?"

Song Wenbo's expression changed for a while, and he really felt a little shameless.

"I want to save face and suffer the consequences." Zhou Xiaona scolded, and chased after her with the wine in her arms, "Brother-in-law, where can I put this wine in the car for you?"

Outside the restaurant, Zhang Zhaohai didn't want to stay in the restaurant any longer.

He couldn't be offended, and for someone like his aunt, she was a perfect match for his brother-in-law.

He glanced around, ready to find his son.

again.

Huh?What about people?

Second time.

That one over there is tall, well-proportioned, and has a high-spirited look.

But his son is not so thin.

Just as he was about to look away, the figure in the distance actually waved his hand at him.

Oh my god, Zhang Yang’s grandma!Is it really his son Zhang Yang? !
"Dad." Zhang Yang came towards him and took the bag from his hand with a smile.

Zhang Zhaohai looked at the tall figure in front of him, with bright eyes and a very confident temperament, and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

"You kid, are you holding back your ultimate move?" "Dad, are you making a fuss? This is called image management." While greeting his father, Zhang Yang looked not far away. His brother-in-law and aunt were heading straight for him.

"Are you Zhang Yang?!" Zhou Xiaona caught up with him in a few steps. "Has the young man become handsome? Have you got a girlfriend?"

Zhang Yang looked at his aunt and his wife, nodded and said hello.

"Come Zhang Yang, your dad is very polite to us. Take this wine back for your dad to try." Zhou Xiaona couldn't help but put the box of wine in Zhang Yang's hand.

"Isn't this... appropriate?" Zhang Yang looked at his father while holding the heavy wine in his hand, but the packaging looked very cheap.

Zhang Zhaohai's face looked a bit ugly anyway.

"No, no, no." He waved his hand and gave Zhang Yang a look.

"Uncle and aunt, I think you still have this wine..." Zhang Yang understood and was about to return the wine.

"Hey, nephew, why are you so polite? It's for your dad to drink. He's too shy to ask for it, so just keep it for him." Zhou Xiaona pushed it back with a smile.

Zhang Yang looked at the box of wine, then at his aunt and his wife, who were refusing to give it away, and pondered for a moment.

"Okay, then I'll accept it for my dad."

"That's right." My aunt was satisfied, "Your dad loves to drink. If you want to make money in the future, remember to buy more good wine for your dad to drink... This... is this your car?"

Zhang Yang opened the trunk of the Porsche and was struggling to move Wuliangye Moutai to make room for the box of wine when he gave his aunt a strange look.

Zhou Xiaona and Song Wenbo stood dumbly at the back of the car, looking at the brand-new Porsche and the extremely dazzling off-brand wine mixed with various famous cigarettes and wines in the trunk, their faces were a little hot.

"I just picked up the car. Uncle and aunt, thank you for the wine." Zhang Yang took a cigarette worth tens of thousands of dollars and weighed it in his hand.

Song Wenbo on the side rubbed his hands eagerly.

Then, Zhang Yang put down the cigarette again in front of him and closed the trunk.

"Let's go dad."

"Let's go." Zhang Zhaohai walked forward cheerfully, opened the car door comfortably, and got into the passenger seat.

Before setting off, Zhang Yang looked at his uncle and his wife, whose faces were flushed, and waved, "Uncle and aunt, let's go first."

Song Wenbo responded quickly, laughing dryly with his hands down, his head buzzing, until the Porsche's taillights turned on and it sped away in front of them.

Until the car shadow disappeared, the couple still stood there blankly.

"I must have asked you to borrow money on purpose!" Zhou Xiaona clenched her fists as if she suddenly woke up.

"What?" Song Wenbo raised his head stupidly.

"I knew you wouldn't borrow, so I opened my mouth on purpose. This was to retreat in order to prevent us from borrowing money from them!" Zhou Xiaona said with her chest rising and falling.

"I'm so stupid, really..." Song Wenbo muttered to himself.

On the way back, Zhang Zhaohai felt extremely comfortable, feeling the comfort of the seat and looking at the interior of the Cayenne.

"How is the car?" Zhang Yang asked his father with a smile while driving.

"This car seems too mature for you to drive. Young people should buy a sports version. I drive it just right." Zhang Zhaohai joked.

"Okay, I'll drive the car for you later." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"Just kidding, why am I driving this car, just wandering around the streets with nothing to do all day? You can drive it to great use." Zhang Zhaohai shook his head, "By the way, I won't work for your uncle anymore."

"Quit?" Zhang Yang looked at Zhang Zhaohai, but he didn't feel strange. "If you don't want to do it, just quit. There's nothing good to do."

(End of this chapter)