In the following days, Qi Taiguo, just as he said, was often at the military base, only coming ho to rest. Cheng Su was usually ho alone.
If he stayed overnight, he took the initiative to sleep on the bivouac in the small room, leaving the master bedroom and large bed to Cheng Su. Their cohabitation, lacking the warmth of a couple, was harmonious nonetheless, and actually felt a bit like roommates. At least for now, there were no conflicts.
Of course, if Cheng Su wasn’t ho, he would sleep in the large bed; after all, it was comfortable. But that bed carried Cheng Su’s scent, which made him feel oddly uncomfortable, and he had to endure it, sotis regretting why he agreed to Cheng Su’s so-called "three-Chapter agreent." She was his wife and should be living a married life with him!
But a promise made, he, as a man, couldn’t go back on his word; he just had to put up with it.
And as for Cheng Su, she was out almost every day, searching for business opportunities, ready to seize them.
On a hot day, after walking for miles, Cheng Su felt weak with hunger and decided to sit down at a small restaurant to revitalize herself.
A bowl of so-called "braised pork rice" sat in front of Cheng Su, with yellowish greens and a few slices of pale fat. For the picky eater Cheng Su, there were only four words to describe it: hard to swallow.
Gurgle gurgle, the rumbling from her stomach made Cheng Su overlook the poor presentation of the al, and she picked up her chopsticks to give it a try, only to imdiately frown.
This so-called braised at was just fatty pork boiled in soy sauce; it wasn’t even as tasty as the dishes she made. It was probably the worst braised pork she had ever eaten in her two lifetis.
Cheng Su gave another look at the braised pork rice in front of her. Such a al cost fifty cents.
It was so unpalatable and still cost fifty cents; no wonder the business was slow. If she were doing the cooking, she could make it taste better even with her eyes closed.
Cook it herself?
Cheng Su was startled by the thought that suddenly leaped into her mind.
Cheng Su glanced at the small restaurant. It was noon, yet not many custors were present. Well, with such unappetizing food, how could there be patrons?
She looked at the street again. There was a school nearby, and not far from the school was a factory. Around the corner, there was a path leading to the freight dock, where many workers could be found.
As for the flow of people, this area had plenty, a diverse crowd at that. Logically, the restaurant’s business should be more than just floundering, but unfortunately, it was as if they were only swatting flies.
Cheng Su quietly chewed her rice, assessing the restaurant. It was a small place with an open-air courtyard, tables set both inside and outside. The restaurant was run by a couple who looked a bit gloomy, probably due to the lack of business.
Huh.
Cheng Su noticed a piece of paper pinned to the open door with two big characters: "Transfer."
The restaurant was up for transfer?
Her heart stirred, and her eyes sparkled slightly. After days of searching, she might have found her business opportunity.
Scooping up the last of her al in a hurry, she wiped her mouth and approached the woman washing dishes, smiling as she asked, "Sister, are you planning to transfer ownership of this restaurant?"
The woman looked up at her and nodded slowly.
Cheng Su’s eyes crinkled with a smile.
"May I ask how the transfer will be conducted? Can we talk about it?" Cheng Su said with another smile.
The woman stood up and wiped her hands on her apron, calling for her husband, "Old Wang, Old Wang, this person wants to take over our restaurant."
Cheng Su walked over with an easy stride.
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