After being killed by domestic violence, I was reborn

Just after [-] noon, a Santana stopped at the door of Jiajia Private Kitchen.

Du Pengcheng invited the leaders to dinner today.

The food I ate at Zhou Sui's last time was expensive, but the taste and ingredients were good.

Zhou Sui said this was called private cooking, and Du Pengcheng took it to heart.

It happened that Zhou Jia opened a restaurant, and Du Pengcheng invited the leaders to come and have a try.

Zhou Jia came out to greet her in all her glory.

"Leaders, please come inside. The biggest box is reserved for you."

Jiajia Private Kitchen has four private rooms with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, specially prepared for banquets, with high privacy and security.

After Du Pengcheng welcomed the leaders in, he came out and warned Zhou Jia again and again.

"Whoever comes to pay the bill, don't take money, just say it's my treat."

Zhou Jia nodded, "I understand."

"Send two bottles of the most expensive wine in the store to the private room."

Zhou Jia feels very distressed. She wants everything to be the most expensive and best. How much does it cost to make it?

The chef was a senior chef hired by Du Pengcheng from a state-owned hotel. His skills were very good. The whole group was full of praise for the food, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

Not long after, a middle-aged man came to the front desk.

"Plum-shaped box, checkout."

Zhou Jia wanted to accept it but didn't dare.

"Hello, leader, Deputy Director Du of the Mei-style box has already settled the account."

"Little girl, one code means one code. You must be Pengcheng's target. It's not easy for a young girl to open a store.

Besides, we old guys are over a hundred years old together, how can we let Pengcheng, a junior, treat us?

Just accept it. If Du Pengcheng dares to cause trouble for you, I will make the decision for you! "

Zhou Jia nodded, "Then I'll accept it?"

"Accept it boldly and pay for food, it's only natural."

"It's two hundred and eight yuan in total. I'll give you a zero and just pay two hundred."

The middle-aged man's eyebrows twitched several times.

Is this a black shop? How can a meal cost only two hundred and eight dollars?
  "No need to erase the zero, it's just two hundred and eight. I don't have that much money with me. My assistant will pay later."

My wallet was so full of food.

One has two.

Not long after, an old man with gray hair and a healthy spirit came out to pay the bill.

It's still a plum-sized box.

He also repeatedly stated that he would definitely keep it secret and would not tell Du Pengcheng.

It's hard to refuse Zhou Jia's hospitality.

Anyway, Du Pengcheng didn't know, and if he didn't accept it, it would be for nothing.

There are two and there are three.

As lunch came to an end, a capable middle-aged female leader went to the front desk to pay the bill while going to the toilet.

It's still a plum-sized box.

Zhou Jia collected the money quickly and repeatedly asked the female leader to keep it secret.

The female leader nodded with an ugly expression.

So, a total of four people ate in the Mei-style private room. Except for Du Pengcheng, Zhou Jia received three portions of the money.

A total of six hundred and twenty-four yuan.

Oh my god, I'm rich.

Zhou Jia clutched the banknotes, her heart bubbling with beauty.

It's still a big picture of being a leader. It's obvious that you're being treated, but you still have to secretly pay for it.

Anyway, everyone will keep it secret and no one knows about it.

Then she, Zhou Jia, is the biggest winner, thumbs up for her wit.

As the meal progressed, Du Pengcheng felt that the leaders seemed to be a little uninterested.

"Dear leaders, is the food not to your liking? Do you want to add two more dishes?"

The three leaders shook their heads like rattles.

"No, never, I've already eaten."

"Yes, it's very appetizing. There's no need to add anything else."

"I think that's enough for today. Everyone has work in the afternoon, so don't delay any more."

Du Pengcheng, the second monk, was confused and felt that something was not right. It was obviously fine when I came here, but why did something go wrong when I invited you to dinner?

Could it be that I didn't do something well?

Dishes, drinks, hot soup, and fine tea are all arranged.

The leaders couldn't wait to leave, and Du Pengcheng couldn't hold them back.

I took Du Pengcheng's car when I came here, and a driver came to pick me up when I went back.

The middle-aged male leader left first. The female leader did not drive, so she asked the old leader to give her a lift.

The faces of both of them were not very good-looking.

The old leader joked: "What's wrong? The food doesn't suit your appetite?"

"It's not that it's unpalatable, it's that it's too expensive. I really can't afford it. A meal costs two hundred and eight dollars. What family can afford it?"

I see that Pengcheng is becoming less and less down-to-earth. I will have to talk to his father later. "

The old leader nodded.

"Yeah, I was shocked when I heard the price when I checked out."

Female leader: “Are you going to check out?”

Old leader: “Are you going to check out too?”

Two people as a pair, both paid two hundred and eight dollars.

The female leader was so angry that she slapped her thigh, "I have never heard of paying the bill twice for one meal."

"Wait, maybe three times."

"You mean... you can't?"

"Just ask and you will know."

The two returned to the unit and made a phone call.

Sure enough, the bill was paid three times for one meal.

Except for Du Pengcheng, the three of them got married once.

Good guy.

That afternoon, calls were made to Mr. Du, his father and his mother.

Du Congrong rushed back from the provincial capital without stopping and came to apologize in person.

His face froze with laughter, and he didn't get a good look from anyone else.

The main thing is that this matter is too low-profile.

Du Pengcheng also received a call from her mother, with only five words, "Go back to your old home after get off work."

As soon as he entered the door, a shoe hit him, almost hitting him in the face.

Du Pengcheng obediently picked up the slippers and handed them over.

"Grandpa, why are you so angry?"

Turning around again, he asked, "Dad, why are you back too?"

Du Congrong's expression was worried, "I'll wipe your ass when I come back!"

Du Pengcheng touched his head, "What's wrong with me?"

The old man and his father looked uglier than the other, and Du Pengcheng hurriedly hugged the vegetarian's thigh.

"Mom, my dear mother, just tell me and let me die happily."

Ru Su touched his head.

"You, you, you invited the leaders to dinner today at noon. Each of the three leaders paid once. You were charged three times for the same meal. You said you did this. Isn't it embarrassing?"

"How is that possible? I clearly told you that no one who comes to settle the bill is allowed to collect money."

"Do you think leaders will lie?"

Leaders don't know how to lie, so the only one left is Zhou Jia, a shallow-sighted person.

All mothers think their sons are right, and the same goes for vegetarians.

Besides, Du Pengcheng grew up in such a family and has been exposed to it since childhood, so he would not make such a low-level mistake.

"I heard that you have a girlfriend?" Du Mu said.

"Little girlfriend? How old is she?" Du Congrong asked.

"I just turned eighteen."

"I taught you to be careful in your words and deeds and to keep yourself clean since you were a child. Have you learned this from a dog?"

"Dad, who stipulates that you have to be as old as you to fall in love?"

Du Congrong shook his head, his son was spoiled.

Mr. Du's pale eyes were full of disappointment, and his grandson was not thinking about business.