Chapter 1225 Focus

Fu Song smiled and said, "Why don't you have it? You can get along with He Jiagang when you meet him, which means you are very friendly."

Liang Yin burst out laughing, looked back, and whispered: "Brother-in-law, Sister He Jia is your secretary, I am your sister-in-law, of course she is willing to chat with me. This has nothing to do with whether I have affinity."

Fu Song nodded and said, "Look, I have discovered another advantage of you. You are sober and able to grasp the essence of the problem in a very short time, and will not forget it."

"Go to you!" Liang Yin covered her mouth and giggled, "Brother-in-law, why didn't I find you so humorous before?"

Fu Song spread his hands and said, "What I said is all about my heart, why don't you believe it?"

Liang Yin blinked and asked, "Brother-in-law, did you trick my sister into this way?"

Fu Song almost came up in one breath and said speechlessly: "What does it mean to be cheated? Your sister and I are in love, like two black holes, attracting each other!"

Liang Yin laughed so hard that she trembled: "Oh, no, I have to ask my sister if that's the case, haha."

Fu Song looked at Liang Yin's face and was a little confused. He suddenly realized that as he grew older, Liang Yin looked more and more like Liang Xi.

Of course, the two sisters were originally born to the same father and mother, and they looked similar, but in his impression, Liang Yin always appeared in a young image, unlike Liang Xi, who was mature and charming, and exuded an attractive charm all over his body.

After a brief loss of consciousness, Fu Song quickly moved his eyes away, knocked on the table hard, and said, "Is it that funny?"

"It's funny, so funny! Haha."

Fu Song shook his head and said, "Okay, okay, I have something to ask you, be serious!"

Liang Yin held back a smile and said, "Brother-in-law, what are you going to ask me? Hehe..."

Fu Song said: "You are about to graduate. What are your plans in the future?"

Liang Yin couldn't laugh immediately and said with a purse: "What are my plans?"

Fu Song said: "What are you saying? Do you have no idea about the future? For example, if you return to China or stay in the United States?"

Liang Yin said in a muffled voice: "My parents and sister are both in China, so I must be back home. After returning to China, find a partner, get married, have children, and be better off having two at once..."

Speaking of this, she smiled bitterly: "Brother-in-law, look, my mother has planned my future for me."

Fu Song said: "If you want to stay in the United States to develop, I can tell my parents that you should know that my parents can still listen to me."

Liang Yin looked up at Fu Song and smiled and said, "You and my sister work harder. If you have another son, my parents will definitely not nag me around the bush."

Fu Song coughed awkwardly and said, "What are you talking nonsense? There is nothing to do!"

Liang Yin curled her lips and said, "Brother-in-law, I don't know the little bit of intestines in my parents' belly? Alas, it would be great if my sister was a boy..."

If Liang Xi was not his sister, but his elder brother, the task of inheriting the family lineage naturally fell on the boy, and her sister would not have to worry about it.

Fu Songyu said earnestly: "Although your parents have this idea, if you don't want to, they will definitely respect your choice."

Liang Yin smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, I understand them, and I don't blame them. Really. If you really do your best for me, hurry up and give birth to a nephew for me."

Fu Song rolled his eyes and said, "You don't need to worry about your sister and I. You should worry about your own affairs."

Liang Yin held her cheek with her hands, looking listless and said, "What do I have to worry about? After graduation, I will just find a job and live a life of silence."

Fu Song shook his head and said, "It's not what you think when you hear it. Anyway, I still say the same thing. Don't consider what your parents think first. The key is what you think yourself. This is not what I mean, but what your sister means."

"Really?" Liang Yin's eyes lit up and she said in disbelief: "My sister is really willing to help me?"

Fu Song smiled and said, "Your sister is the only one who is yours. Who do you love if you don't love you? You said yes?"

"Yeah!" Liang Yin nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice, "It's my sister who treats me the best!"

After saying that, he immediately added: "Brother-in-law, you are as nice to me as my sister!"

When Fu Song saw He Jia coming over with a teapot, he said, "How many months are there before graduation. Think about it carefully. If you have any ideas, you can find me at any time, or call your sister directly."

"Yeah." Liang Yin nodded vigorously, "Brother-in-law, you are so nice!"

"Don't tell your parents about your sister!" This is the main purpose of Fu Song's "heart-to-heart talk" with Liang Yin, paying money and delivering goods at the same time, making a fair deal, and being free and unrestrained.

Liang Yin used her fingers to Fu Song and smiled treacherously: "Brother-in-law, it turns out that you are afraid of my parents too. Isn't it okay to promise you, but..."

Fu Song smiled and said, "Just say whatever you want."

Liang Yin immediately smiled and said, "I want to buy clothes and bags!"

Fu Song said: "Can you keep your mouth in mind after buying it?"

Liang Yin patted her chest and said, "That's a must!"

Fu Song said: "Then let's wait until your sister comes and let her take you to buy it."

Liang Yin immediately said dissatisfied: "No, no, I can't wait! Besides, my sister is here, do you think I can buy it well? Brother-in-law, you can do it!"

"Mr. Fu, you have tea."

Fu Song took the tea poured by He Jia, took a sip, and said, "But I have been very busy recently. I will go to New York tomorrow. Why don't I give you money, and you can buy it yourself?"

"That's so sorry..., hehe." Liang Yin's eyes narrowed down with a smile, and then he wondered: "You're going to New York tomorrow? You'll leave just now?"

Fu Song sighed and said, "Do you think I think this is something temporary? Shen Hong and I will set off early tomorrow morning."

"Sister Shen Hong is going too?" Liang Yin's eyes turned, she glanced at He Jia, and said with a smile: "Will Sister He go?"

He Jia was confused. It was the first time I heard that Fu Song was going to New York tomorrow.

Fu Song said: "Xiao He doesn't have to go this time. I'll stay there for two or three days before I'll be back."

Half of the pot of tea, Shen Hong finally dressed up, and Fu Song quickly took her and Liang Yin to set off.

After Zheng Kun's father-in-law and mother-in-law came to the United States, they opened a Chinese restaurant like many Chinese.

Unexpectedly, the business was still successful. After decades, not only did it not go bankrupt, but it also opened more than a dozen branches on the West Coast of the United States. Compared with many immigrants of the same period, it is a real winner in life.

The place where Zheng Kun treats guests is the main store where his father-in-law and mother-in-law started. It is located in the San Gabriel Valley, which is a gathering place for Chinese people in Los Angeles. When we get here, the lights are on, and people come and go on the streets, many of which are Eastern Hostels.

When Fu Song got off the car, he saw Zheng Kun and Fang Zhen and his wife waiting at the entrance of the restaurant. There was a slender figure standing next to them.

"Senior brother!"

"Wei Han?" If the other party hadn't called him on his own initiative, Fu Song would have almost no longer recognize him. He hadn't seen him for a few years. The little girl with bean sprouts and vegetables in my mind had changed a lot like a lotus from the water.

Wei Han smiled and said, "What's wrong? Don't know me anymore?"

Fu Song said, "No wonder everyone says that women change a lot from age. I really don't dare to recognize them when walking on the street. Not only do I dare not recognize them, but your grandfather will be the same when he sees them."

Wei Han's face turned slightly red and said, "Senior brother, you are looking for happiness with me again!"

Zheng Kun said on the side: "You are brothers and sisters and have something to say later. Let's go in."

While walking in, Zheng Kun whispered: "My father-in-law and mother-in-law heard that you were coming, so he came too."

Fu Song didn't blame him for his intentions and smiled and said, "It's okay, there are so many people."

Fang Zhen said embarrassedly: "Mr. Fu, I went home in the afternoon to discuss the return of my parents about my return to China. They were still a little worried, so they wanted to inquire in person."

Fu Song said: "Understand, I will know everything in a while."

When we arrived at the private room, there were only two old men and women. When we saw Fu Song coming in, we quickly stood up.

Fu Songben thought that Old Man Zheng and Old Mrs. Qiao were also here, but they were not seen in the private room.

Zheng Kun seemed to know what he was thinking and took the initiative to explain: "My parents are watching the children at home. This is my father-in-law, this is my mother-in-law."

Fu Song quickly greeted the two old men and said, "You two are elders, so there is no need to be like this."

Zheng Kun's father-in-law shook hands with Fu Song and smiled: "I am Fang Mushan, I come here uninvited with my inner friend today. I hope Mr. Fu will forgive me!"

Fu Song said: "Mr. Fang is so polite. Zheng Kun and I are old friends. Every time we come, we go to his house to cheat and drink, and we are not outsiders."

Fang Mushan said: "If Mr. Fu doesn't mind, just call Uncle Fang."

Fu Song said: "Then let me listen to you, Uncle Fang."

Then he said hello to Zheng Kun’s mother-in-law and learned that the old lady’s surname was Xing.

After a while of greeting, the dishes came up like running water. In less than ten minutes, the table was filled.

Sure enough, the treatment of my own boss treats him differently.

Fang Mushan said: "I learned that Mr. Fu is from Jiaodong, so I specially transferred three Shandong cuisine chefs from another store. Please try it out if it is authentic."

Fu Song is actually not particular about eating it. Whether it is Shandong, Sichuan or Hunan cuisine, as long as it has a strong taste, he likes it, but he does not care about Huaiyang cuisine, which is so soupy.

However, since Fang Mushan specially prepared a table of Shandong cuisine for himself, it must not be a big deal to tell the truth, so he picked up a chopstick nearby and nodded and said, "It's not bad, I didn't expect that I could eat such authentic hometown dishes in a foreign country. Uncle Fang, come, I'll give you a cup, thank you for your hospitality today!"

Fang Mushanzi finished drinking with a slight sound. Judging from his style, he was obviously a veteran in the alcohol test.

Wine is the best lubricant. After drinking a few glasses of wine, Fu Song seemed to be interested in what happened back then, Fang Mushan seemed to have started talking and started talking with the alcohol.

"At that time, hundreds of thousands of people rushed into the Yangtze River, which was even more chaotic than the mainland, so we simply came to California to join your aunt's distant relatives.

Although I had a lot of money on hand, the family of five could not afford to spend money, so I opened this Chinese restaurant after a while. At the beginning, I was in a fashion-forward manner to do the Cantonese cuisine business.

70 years later, the business was not easy to do, and I was lucky enough to meet a master from my hometown Chengdu, so I turned to Sichuan cuisine business.

In recent years, more and more people have come to the United States, so I am not limited to any dishes now. I only look at the taste, as long as it tastes good.”

Fu Song asked: "Uncle Fang, you have opened so many branches, do you plan to expand the scale?"

Fang Mushan waved his hand and said, "I'm old, even if I have the intention, I don't have the energy anymore. I originally wanted to let a few children do it, but I didn't expect that none of them would take over. Look, I'm seventy-three this year, and your aunt is sixty-nine, and I'm still holding on here, alas!"
To be continued...