The fake daughter is crazy about her waistcoat and leads her whole family into a wealthy family

While eating, An Zhi looked at the four donors in shock.

They...are too edible, right?

Forget about the tall and strong Wu Ling, what happened to the other three?

Each one of them ate like a robot, constantly picking up vegetables and chewing. It felt like their hands and mouths never stopped and didn't need to rest.

Especially the skinny little Frankenstein, who ate very fast and very cleanly and silently.

An Zhi couldn't figure out how this man's stomach could hold so much food.

Seeing that the delicacies on the table were being wiped out one after another, he quickly went to get the spare ones.

Not only him, Huang Xiaomei and Xiaojiu were also stunned.

Looking at it, Xiaojiu suddenly sang in a low voice: "Finally it's meal time. It's time for the cook to cook. He's the first one to rush to the restaurant. He's not human until he's done with the meal. Only when he's full can he feel energetic. The boss hasn't done it yet. When you’re full, let’s have another pot…”

Huang Xiaomei and others all laughed when they heard this.

This singing really suits the occasion.

However, the observations and reactions of others did not affect Wu Ling and others' cooking speed at all.

It was like they were in a competition, just working on their food and not caring about anything else.

Huang Xiaomei wasn't full yet, and their table was already empty.

Huang Xiaomei was stunned. There were nearly thirty dishes, half meat and half vegetarian. Have they finished them all?

Even the side dishes?

"Ding!"

The skinny little Frankenstein stretched his chopsticks towards the last plate of food, but found nothing and only poked the bottom of the plate.

He raised his head, looked left and right, and rarely said: "No more?"

An Zhi thought for a while and said cautiously: "There are still vegetables in the refrigerator. How about asking my mother to cook a few more vegetables for you to try?"

He couldn't understand. Frankenstein's belly wasn't very bulging. Where was all the food he ate stored?

Frankenstein looked at his watch and said calmly: "The time is up. I have eaten enough. If I don't have any, I won't eat."

He raised his head and adjusted his glasses: "I can give you [-] million, or any more."

An Zhi said "ha" and blinked hard.

What the other party means is... can you invest [-] million?

Isn't this too embarrassing?

Frankenstein continued: "I don't want interest or dividends. You can pay me back whenever you want."

"I only have one request, be sure to leave me a fixed seat in the restaurant and ensure that I have food whenever I arrive."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old scholar said casually: "I think the same as him."

The middle-aged female leader said as if she was approving documents: "As long as there is delicious food, money is not an issue."

Wu Ling even said proudly: "Auntie, it's settled. After your restaurant opens, you must leave a fixed table for us to ensure that our people have something to eat whenever they go."

"The price is calculated according to the store, no discounts are required."

Huang Xiaomei quickly said: "No problem, this is a small matter, we will definitely do it."

Wu Ling continued: "I will also take care of the design and decoration. I guarantee your satisfaction."

Huang Xiaomei was dumbfounded when she heard this: "W-wouldn't this be too much trouble for you?"

Just to invest hundreds of millions of yuan?

Not asking for any benefits, but also including design and decoration?

The pie that fell from the sky was so big that it made her head dizzy...

"No trouble." Wu Pang said proudly, "Anzhi, right? Come on, add us on WeChat."

"After you and Auntie have chosen the location, I will immediately bring the investment contract and the designer there. If you have any ideas and requirements, feel free to mention them. Your opinions will prevail."

"You don't have to worry about money. Just rely on auntie's skills and you won't be afraid of losing business."

An Zhi was very happy to hear this and bowed repeatedly: "Thank you, Mr. Wu."

"Don't call me Mr. Wu, call me Brother Wu." Wu Ling took out his phone and scanned it with him. "Auntie, you have worked hard today and it's time to rest. We're going back now."

The other three people stood up one after another and nodded at Huang Xiaomei.

Old scholar: "Thank you for the hospitality."

Middle-aged female leader: "Do a good job."

The skinny little Frankenstein: "Hurry up and open the store. I'll eat there when I have time."

The four of them left without saying anything.

After Huang Xiaomei sent them away, she looked at the children: "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

In her opinion, something that is not that simple is solved so easily?

An Zhi raised his hand to pinch his face, but he dropped his hand to his face and pinched his arm instead. His facial features wrinkled up in pain: "It hurts so much. We are definitely not dreaming."

An Yuan smiled: "Now that the investment is settled, you can choose a place closer to do business, so that mother can have more time to rest."

Huang Xiaomei smiled: "Xiao Si and I have already looked at a lot of places nearby. We'll go check it out tomorrow and we'll make a decision if we find something suitable."

Over the years, she has been working all night almost every night, and she has long been exhausted.

Thinking that she would no longer have to stay up late, earn more money, and spend more time at home, her heart was filled with longing and joy.

An Zhi held her arm and said, "Mom, you go take a nap first, and I'll clean up the kitchen. When you wake up, we'll go to the store."

Anyuan also yawned: "I'm a little sleepy too, so I have to go to the room to take a nap."

As soon as she lay down, she received a letter from Luo Yuan: Miss An, I am going to Nancheng. I don’t know when it is convenient for you tonight. I will treat you to dinner.

Anyuan's face immediately blossomed with peach blossoms: I have time tonight.

Luo Yuan: Then I will book a water cruise restaurant and contact you when I arrive in Nancheng, is that okay?

An Yuan: Yes.

Luo Yuan gave her a smile: Miss An, see you in the evening.

An Yuan: See you tonight.

call ended.

Luo Yuan repeatedly savored the conversation between him and An Yuan, thoughtfully: "Should I prepare a gift when I go to see Miss An? What gift can be worthy of her?"

Secretary Song almost wanted to take out a handkerchief to wipe her tears after hearing this.

His young master Luo finally knows how to bring personal gifts when meeting girls?

He pushed up his glasses and his eyes flickered behind the mirror: "Master Luo, the latest confirmed information is that Miss An is a cat slave."

"If you bring a cat over, Miss An will be very happy."

"The bad thing is, she might be more interested in the cat than she is in you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "meow" sound, and a small black cat with sleek green eyes emerged from the back of his head, Mr. Luo, and lay on his head, hugging him with all four limbs. He sat on his young master Luo's head, squinting his big eyes, sticking out his little tongue, and kept licking the top of his young master Luo's head, moaning "meow" with enjoyment while licking.

Secretary Song pushed up his glasses enviously.

On this earth, only Miss An and Mr. Luo's cat son can touch his Mr. Luo's head casually.

Luo Yuan stared at the shadow of the little black cat reflected on the tempered glass. After thinking for a while, he grabbed the little black cat from his head and threw it on the sofa: "Let's go."