On the day that his father fell from the canteen roof, Shao Qingshan was working in Guangzhou. When he returned to his hometown for the funeral, what he received was not an inheritance, but a sealed stove, an IOU of five thousand yuan, and a man who wanted to devour the canteen.
Fortunately, there was an old man living in the knife that night.
The stove's eye can see through water-filled meat and spoiled meat; the book of hundreds of flavors in the world contains the most touching dishes in the world; if you save enough fireworks points, you can even find the lost Hundred Sons' Banquet one by one.
A bowl of scallion noodles makes a laid-off old worker's eyes red; a meal for a hundred people makes the director who is trying to force him out of his job blush.
Zhao Baotian said that he was determined to own this piece of land.
Shao Qingshan heated up the fire in the stove and replied: As big as you put the table, I will make the fire as bright as possible.
The winter of 1998 was very cold, and the chimney of the Hongguang Canteen was not broken even a day.
