Pampered Husband is Forced to Open a Restaurant

Wen Yuan is a pampered young master who loves food and hates work.

At seventeen, he was kicked out of the Sun household by Master Sun and ended up with an old restaurant. He planned to live a carefree life off it.

Who would have thought the old restaurant not only made no money, but was also deep in debt? Every day, people came to the door with knives to collect.

While dodging debt collectors, Wen Yuan happened to save a fishmonger who was sleeping in the river.

The fishmonger was tall and sturdy, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and strong arms, making him perfect for driving off the hooligans who came to the restaurant to cause trouble and eat without paying.

Wen Yuan: "You saved my life, so I'll repay you with myself. Be my guard."

Yu Lang lowered his eyes to the proud young ge'er in front of him and curled his lips. "Sure."

Yu Lang coldly punched every troublemaking thug who came looking for a fight into the air. When he turned to look at the pampered young master, his indifferent gaze became dark and obsessive.

Wen Yuan tapped the fishmonger's face with a paper fan and mocked him. "I only asked you to sell your body, not your heart."

Yu Lang knew that a pampered young master like him could never become his husband, so he suppressed his feelings and devoted himself to helping the young master run the restaurant.

The shopkeepers who coveted the restaurant's prime location discovered that it had changed!

The manager who did no work was replaced, the kitchen staff who pocketed kickbacks were replaced, and even the lazy workers had a whole new attitude!

A grill stand appeared in front of the restaurant, selling grilled little fish, free with every meal! Passersby scoffed, but the aroma drew them in and kept them from walking away.

Sea bass braised in a clay pot, with tender fish and a spicy kick. After finishing the fish, you could toss in some noodles.

Sweet corn soup with fish paste, crispy and tender with no fish bones, perfect for all ages.

And the steamed carp was so delicious that it made everyone's mouth water...

"What? Your restaurant only serves fish?"

"Who says that? We have ginger-braised chicken, shrimp casserole with salted egg yolk, bamboo shoots with three delicacies, white jade tofu, sweet fermented rice balls... Just tell me what you want!"

No need to say anything else. Just put your head down and eat!

The little restaurant's business improved day by day, until it was transformed into a grand restaurant.

The former fishmonger became the restaurant's head manager, while Wen Yuan settled comfortably into life as a hands-off owner.

Everyone thought the owner, Wen, had lost his mind. How could he entrust his newly opened restaurant to a scheming fishmonger? Wasn't that just letting a wolf into the fold?

They all waited for the fishmonger to take over the restaurant and drive away the pampered young master who treated him like a dog.

But the one thrown out of the house was Manager Yu.

The proud young master who really had offered himself in return for being saved, and been thoroughly devoured, covered the bite marks on his neck and blushed with anger. "You stinking fishmonger! How dare you overstep your place? You're fired!"

* Wen Yuan is a ge'er, and there is no childbirth in the main story.

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[The Dumpling Shop Owner]

After He Rusheng became disabled in both legs, he had once thought about ending it all.

In the end, he couldn't let go of the dumpling shop he'd worked so hard to build, so he chose to look ahead.

That winter, he found a wild boy covered in wounds outside his shop and brought him home.

The boy was taciturn, the sort who wouldn't utter a word even if you hit him three times with a stick, but he was quick and capable when it came to work.

With the boy there, He Rusheng no longer had to go out for supplies on his crippled legs.

When the pain became unbearable on rainy days, someone would silently hand him a hot towel and hold his legs through the night to keep them warm.

He no longer had to worry about cooking too much for one person. Someone would always finish it all.

Sometimes, when he saw the tall figure of the boy working away in silence, he felt so glad he hadn't given up back then.

The boy could be irritating sometimes, too.

"Brother, I'm not leaving." Cong Ye held his head high. "I'll be your walking stick for the rest of your life."

He Rusheng sighed. "But you have such a good job. You'd have a better future than working at a dumpling shop."

Cong Ye took advantage of his brother's inability to walk, boldly picked him up, and maneuvered his brother's legs around his waist. "Brother, stand up. I'll leave if you can stand up and hit me with a stick."

He Rusheng, who almost never lost his temper with anyone, blushed furiously at what Cong Ye was doing and wanted to hit him.

Later, He Rusheng really did stand up. With a rolling pin in hand, he looked down and rolled out a round dumpling wrapper. "Dumpling wrappers should be round so they can wrap up the filling. Try rolling one out."

Cong Ye stared intently at his brother's butt and answered hoarsely, "Oh."

So round. It really could wrap up the filling.

Theme: Move forward hand in hand.