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Chapter 217

At night, in the cold wind, a red heavy-duty motorcycle drove into the yard of Yangji Roast Duck in Yuwei Alley.

Fang Jiahui, who was drying clothes under the eaves, saw the motorcycle and continued to hang clothes while paying attention to the people on the motorcycle.

But because the rider on the car was wearing a helmet, she didn't know who the rider was.

The motorcycle stopped not far from her. The rider parked the bike, got off the bike, raised his hand and took off his helmet, revealing Yang Qingping's face.

Fang Jiahui saw it and smiled, "Is this Lao Lao here? Are you looking for Xiaoyu or Xiaofei?"

Yang Qingping, who had been stabbed before, has long since recovered, but his body is much thinner than before the injury.

Hearing this, he looked at the bedroom door of Yang Xingyu and Zhong Xingfei and smiled: "It's Jia Hui! I'm here to see Xiaoyu. Is Xiaoyu here?"

With that said, he walked towards Yang Xingyu's bedroom.

Unexpectedly, Fang Jiahui shook his head and said: "We are no longer here! We have recently recruited a few more employees, and the dormitory is not enough. Xiaoyu rented another small courtyard nearby a few days ago, and he and Xiaofei have already moved there. "

Yang Qingping stopped in surprise and turned to look at Fang Jiahui, "Really or not? Where is the house they live in now? Can you take me to find it?"

Fang Jiahui smiled and nodded, "Wait for me, I have two more clothes. Once they are dry, I will take you there. It's not far, right next to you! Don't worry!"

Yang Qingping said "Oh" and hung his helmet on the motorcycle while thanking him. Then he reached out and took out the cigarette case and lighter from his arms, and lit a cigarette.

He puffed on his cigarette and asked out of curiosity: "Jiahui, how is Xiaoyu's business lately? I saw advertisements on TV to recruit franchisees. He must have made a lot of money recently, right?"

Fang Jiahui glanced at him, smiled, and continued to dry the clothes while casually saying: "It's not bad! I don't know the details. After all, I'm not in charge of finance."

While she was talking, she had finished drying the last piece of clothing, wiped the water stains on her hands on the apron around her waist, casually took off the apron, put it on the window sill, then strode down the steps and walked to the entrance of the courtyard. .

"Dude, let's go! I'll take you to find Xiaoyu."

"Ah, good!"

Yang Qingping agreed and quickly followed.

There are urban villages nearby, with many rental houses and some small courtyards for rent as a whole.

Some small companies nearby have rented several yards in this urban village as a whole and used them as dormitories for their employees, but most of the workers rent houses here alone.

Yang Xingyu's recently rented courtyard is indeed not far away. It is only 40 meters away from the compound where he originally lived. It is a small private courtyard.

There is a small independent building with two rooms in the courtyard. There are two flat-roofed rooms next to the building. One is a kitchen and the other is a bathroom and bathroom.

The length and width of the courtyard are only a dozen meters.

The courtyard gate is two tall stainless steel doors.

Fang Jiahui led Yang Qingping to the nearby area, pointed to the courtyard door seven or eight meters away, and said with a smile: "Here! Dude, that's the courtyard. You can call the door yourself! I'll go back and rest first."

"Oh, thank you, Zhong! You go back first!"

Yang Qingping nodded and thanked him.

After Fang Jiahui left, he continued to walk to the courtyard door over there, holding half a cigarette in his hand. When he came to the courtyard door, and was about to call the door, he suddenly heard a muffled sound coming from the courtyard. And the sound of drinking and laughing.

Yang Qingping raised his eyebrows and curiously approached the crack of the courtyard door.

The courtyard gate!Door gaps are generally quite large.

He moved his big eyes closer to the crack of the door and saw Yang Xingyu in the brightly lit yard, wearing a black sportswear and a pair of red and black gloves, punching Zhong Xingfei quickly and hard. Hit Zhong Xingfei's chest protective gear.

Yang Xingyu and Zhong Xingfei in the yard were wearing full protective gear and seemed to be fighting.

But on the scene, it was Zhong Xingfei who kept getting beaten.

While being beaten, he kept stumbling back.

"Step aside! Don't retreat! Don't retreat!"

Yang Xingyu's fists struck Zhong Xingfei's chest and head like a storm, but he kept ordering Zhong Xingfei not to retreat.

Yang Qingping, who was peeking outside the courtyard gate, saw this scene and his expression changed.

Anyone who sees his son being beaten may not be able to stay calm, even if he has ignored his son for the past few years.

The battle in the yard was over in the blink of an eye.

Zhong Xingfei, who was constantly retreating, lost his footing and was swept to the ground by Yang Xingyu with his legs in the air.

Yang Xingyu took a step back, frowned at Zhong Xingfei on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "I keep reminding you not to retreat, don't retreat, why are you still retreating? When fighting with others, you can move left and right, but try not to retreat ! Because as long as you step back, you are likely to trip over something behind you, because your eyes cannot see what is behind you, but with the peripheral vision of your eyes, you can always catch a glimpse of the situation on the left and right.

What's more, if you step back, your whole body's inertia is facing backward. In this case, if I punch you at will, you can't stop it!Because when the inertia of your body is facing backward, the punch you punch forward will have little force. I have told you this truth many times, right?Why can't I remember it? "

In a serious state, Yang Xingyu's eyes were bright and his expression was very serious.

On weekdays, he rarely shows himself in such a state.

Especially after his rebirth, his middle-aged mentality in his early forties made him relaxed most of the time, and there were very few things that could make him particularly serious.On the contrary, when Yuan Shikong was in his 30s and [-]s, he was often very serious when doing things.

This may be due to the nature of his profession.

Professional chefs generally have three states.

One type is those who work on a mixed salary, muddle along, only do their own thing, and don't care about anything else. Their expressions are often careless or even careless.

One kind is all-encompassing.

This kind of chef usually has a smile on his face. Whatever you say to him, he will be polite and enthusiastic. He is also willing to help with even the smallest things. This is the way of this kind of chef. The relationship with his colleagues is generally relatively good. Harmony, but you can't touch his bottom line. Once the bottom line is touched, this kind of chef will make you feel like turning the page in a book. He can make you blush on the spot and make you unable to get off the stage.

The third type is probably Yang Xingyu.

What kind of person is Yang Xingyu?

Maybe it's because during my apprenticeship, I was tired of being yelled at and accused of doing something wrong.

During the years when Yang Xingyu's cooking skills improved the most, he gradually developed a habit of striving for excellence in everything.

Once this habit is formed and continues for several years, others will be the unlucky ones.

Because in a state of striving for excellence in everything, a few years are enough for him to be able to do most things better than others at work.

Then, when he sees others doing things, he sees problems everywhere.

It's okay when he's not serious or angry, but when he gets serious or angry, he's basically invincible when he opens his mouth.

Because in a place like the kitchen, ability speaks for itself.

No matter what your status is, as long as you don't do things well and are criticized by others, you will be speechless.

If what you said is right and the person who did the wrong thing is the chef, you can completely stop the chef from stepping down if you want.

Even when the boss comes, as long as what you say is right and you refute the boss, the boss will think you are very professional.

……

In the courtyard, Yang Xingyu, who had a serious expression and a stern tone, not only made Zhong Xingfei, who had just climbed up from the ground, laugh and dare not look directly, but even Yang Qingping, who raised his hand to knock on the door at the door of the courtyard, hesitated and raised his hand. I never dared to take pictures.

It was also the first time for Yang Qingping to see this side of his nephew Yang Xingyu.

People with a carefree personality like him are most afraid of people who are serious about things.

"Big Guo, you attacked too hard just now. Every punch you punched was so hard. I thought, I wanted to duck to the side, but I couldn't make it in time! I could only step back. I, I didn't mean it."

In the yard, Zhong Xingfei explained with a blushing face.

Yang Xingyu frowned and stared at him for a while, exhaled, took off the protective gear on his head, bit the gloves with his mouth, and took off the gloves.

He said casually: "It seems that your strength and reaction speed are still not enough. Go back and continue to practice these two items! Xiao Fei! You are still young now. How much effort you put in now will determine what height you can reach in the future. If you don't work hard to learn some skills when you are young, when you get older, you will have to work hard like your father! Ordinary people like us from the bottom of society will have to suffer for a period of time no matter what in this life. The only difference is whether to eat early or not Eat late.”

Yang Qingping outside the courtyard was stunned. He did not expect that his nephew would mention him and use him as a negative example.

in the courtyard.

Zhong Xingfei was also taking off his protective gear. Hearing this, he frowned, thought for a moment, and retorted: "Big Guo, my dad has only cared about himself all these years. Why has he suffered so much?"

Yang Xingyu looked over coldly, "Do you think he is living a good life? People in their decades do not have a house of their own, not even a home. They can only rent in a broken house and play with other people's leftovers. Old woman, when you have money, you eat better. When you have no money, you cook noodles in a rented house. Do you think such a life is not bitter? Have you ever imagined such a life? "

Zhong Xingfei was speechless.

froze there.

Outside the courtyard gate, Yang Qingping's face turned blue and white.

He originally thought that after his divorce, he lived a very comfortable life. One person had enough to eat and the whole family was not hungry. He often went to dance halls and took advantage of both the eldest daughter and the younger daughter-in-law.

I don’t know how many men I have cuckolded.

I didn't expect that he would be so miserable in the eyes of his nephew.

The key point is - hearing his nephew say this, he suddenly felt that he was quite pitiful and had a very hard life.

Not wanting to hear his nephew belittle him anymore, he finally patted the courtyard door, "Xiaoyu! Open the door! It's me!"

yard.

Yang Xingyu and Zhong Xingfei both looked at the courtyard door.

Zhong Xingfei frowned and lowered his voice: "Why is he here? Da Guo, I don't want to see him, I went into the house first."

Yang Xingyu hummed, frowned, and walked towards the courtyard door.

　Today's update is late, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)