Chapter 142 Leisure and Recreation Day
"The meal is ready! Xiaohen, come and eat!" Mother Feng shouted as she brought the food to the table.
Feng Hen heard his mother calling him and quickly responded, "Hey, I'm here!" Then he quickly ran to the dining table and sat down.
"Wow, it smells so good!" Feng Hen took a deep breath and smelled the aroma of food in the air, and couldn't help but exclaimed.
He couldn't wait to reach out and grab the cola chicken wings on the table.
"Hmm, so delicious!" Feng Hen took a bite of the cola chicken wing, feeling the tenderness of the chicken and the sweetness of the cola, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.
Then he looked at the sweet and sour pork ribs next to him and reached out to take a piece.
"Wow~ It smells so good! Mom, your cooking skills are almost as good as those of a five-star chef!" Feng Hen praised while tasting the delicious food.
At this time, Mr. Feng, who was sitting next to him, said with a smile: "Smelly boy, wash your hands before eating!"
After hearing this, Feng Hen made a naughty face at his father, but still got up obediently to wash his hands.
After he came back from washing his hands, Mother Feng said to Feng Hen proudly:
"Hmph! Of course not. Our restaurant has the most visitors among all the restaurants around here. Just this afternoon, after the neighbors found out that you were the top scholar in the country, even more people came. They all want to curry favor with you, son." A proud smile filled her face.
"Yes, today's turnover is five times higher than usual. Some people even skipped meals and gave money just to talk to you. Your mother and I were stunned!"
Dad shook his head, a proud smile on his face.
"Really? Haha." Feng Hen responded with a smile while washing his hands.
After washing his hands, he quickly walked to the dining table and sat down. He picked up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, muttering, "It's delicious!"
At this moment, he suddenly thought of something, looked up at his parents, and said seriously:
"Oh, right! Mom and Dad, I got the first place in the country and got a scholarship! And I'm making a lot of money in the warehouse now. Do you want to consider closing the restaurant? Then you can travel, enjoy life, relax and change your mood!"
Hearing Feng Hen's words, my parents smiled at each other. My father said gently:
"Son, mom and dad know that you've made money and have seen that you've grown up well. But we're old and can't sit still. It's good to have something to do every day, otherwise we'd feel uncomfortable."
Mom nodded in agreement:
"Yes, your father is right. Although running a restaurant is hard, there are a lot of customers these days. The restaurant is very lively and I am happy to see it."
Feng Hen was touched when he heard what his parents said. He knew that his parents were hardworking and kind people. They were used to a busy life. For them, work was not only for making money, but also a kind of pleasure and sustenance.
Although Feng Hen hoped that they could put down their work and have a good rest for some time, he also understood that this was their choice and their way to happiness.
So Feng Hen decided to respect his parents' wishes and told them to let him know anytime if they needed any help or support.
Feng Hen nodded and didn't say much. After all, his parents were restless characters. If they were really left at home, they would definitely be bored to death.
"Okay, there will be a lot of people at home these days, so remember to take care of your health. If you feel tired, take a few days off. I'll transfer some money to you, so don't be reluctant to spend it."
As Feng Hen spoke, he used his consciousness to open the panel, took out five million coins from the sale of taurine, and transferred them to his mother.
"If you don't have enough money, just tell me. Buy whatever you want, don't treat yourself badly."
"Oh my God, five million Pit Coins! Son, why are you giving so much? No, no, just a few hundred thousand Pit Coins will be enough for us to spend." The mother was shocked when she saw the amount of Pit Coins in the email.
"Yes, son, you need money to buy equipment and so on. You should take it back. Your mother and I don't have much money to spend on. You can keep it for yourself!" Dad said seriously.
Feng Hen smiled helplessly and sighed in his heart: "My parents are so thrifty." Then he opened the panel and showed it to his parents.
"Mom and Dad, look, I still have 26.1M worth of warehouse space here, which is enough for me. So just take the money and spend it without worry."
Then he checked the warehouse value panel to his parents:
"Wow! So much money! My son is so awesome!" Mom exclaimed as she looked at the numbers on the screen.
"How much? 26m? More than twenty-six million? Did you rob it, little brat?" The father was also surprised when he saw his son's warehouse.
"What? I just followed the trend and stocked up on some taurine! Then I sold it all when the price went up. I made a profit!"
Feng Hen did not tell his parents that he was the source of the taurine price increase. There was no need to do so. He just needed to explain that the source was normal and not make his parents worry.
"Is that so? Indeed, I heard from guests in the restaurant before that the price of taurine has skyrocketed, and it's outrageous! It has risen to 2000 pit coins per bottle. I was so scared that I didn't dare to buy it. Otherwise, taurine tastes very good! It's much better than those orange juices!" Dad said with a smile.
Feng Hen looked at the dozens of bottles in his warehouse that were still unsold and said to his father:
"It's okay, Dad. I'll send you a few bottles via email later. I still have dozens of bottles in my warehouse."
So Feng Hen gave most of the taurine in the warehouse to his father. He didn't use much anyway, and since his father liked to drink it, he gave it to him.
"Good boy, there are actually dozens of bottles! Hahaha, I couldn't bear to buy them, so this time I have some to drink!" Dad laughed.
"You can only drink one bottle a day. Don't drink more than that, or you'll get diabetes! Otherwise, all will be confiscated from you!" Mom threatened.
"Okay, okay, one bottle a day is okay! Eat, eat," Dad quickly agreed.
So Feng Hen and his family of three had a happy dinner together.
"By the way, son, have you decided which university to go to? I heard from the guests that the strength of Shanghai Special Dispatch University is very high this year! It surpasses the other two schools. What do you think?" asked the mother.
"As a man, you should go to the Military Combat Task Force University. If I weren't old, I would say you must go to the Military Combat Task Force University. You are just a womanizer. You only look at the surface and not the inner meaning," said the father, shaking his head.
"Okay, stop arguing, both of you! I've already decided which school I'm going to! There's no need to argue!" Feng Hen said, covering his forehead.
"Son, where do you want to go? Is it Shanghai?" the mother asked anxiously.
"It will definitely be a military battle. My son will definitely follow me," the father said confidently.
"Hehe, neither, it's the Chinese Special Dispatching University. I am a Chinese in life and a Chinese soul in death." Feng Hen answered seriously.
"Oh, well, he wasn't chosen. The child has his own ideas. Let's not give any suggestions. He has to walk his own path in the future." The father sighed helplessly and said with emotion.