Asking About Longevity Chapter 217

Chapter 217 Dining Tower (fifth update)

 The Qian family retreated when they saw the difficulty and did not bother him for many days.

Mo Hua was also happy to be free and began to continue doing his own thing.

The weapon refining shop and the alchemy refining shop have been built, so he doesn't have to worry about it. There is another thing that he had planned to do before.

 One afternoon, An Xiaofu came to eat again.

 He drank wine, ate meat, and chatted with everyone.

Perhaps he inherited his mother's talent, but An Xiaofu is very capable of listening to and telling gossip.

 When he listens, others like to talk, and when he speaks, others also like to listen.

Mo Hua waved to him.

An Xiaofu was stunned for a moment when he saw it. Then he looked happy and ran over immediately.

He ran closer, but saw that there was nothing on the table in front of the ink painting. He couldn't help but said with a puzzled look:

 “Don't you have anything to eat?”

Mo Hua had no choice but to call him over because he thought he had something to eat...

 “Have you decided what to do?” Mo Hua asked directly.

An Xiaofu sighed, "Not yet..."

Mo Hua said: "Do you want to open a dining room?"

 “A dining room?” An Xiaofu was stunned for a moment, “Our family already has a dining room…”

"Different."

An Xiaofu frowned and thought for a long time, but still couldn't think of anything different.

 “Aren't the dining halls all the same?”

“The dining room you open belongs to you.”

"my own?"

An Xiaofu thought about it for a moment, then suddenly had an idea and was startled, "You want me to kill my father and take the dining room at home as my own?"

Mo Hua was also startled, "How did you come up with this idea..."

“A businessman passed by two days ago and I invited him to drink. He told me...”

An Xiaofu lowered his voice and secretly said to Mo Hua:

“It is said that there was a son who secretly killed his father and took possession of his father's monastic property, and he did it in a flawless manner. If the son hadn't spilled the beans when he was drunk, no one would have known about it…”

Mo Hua sighed, "There's no need to kill your father."

An Xiaofu breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, "That's good, that's good."

Mo Hua continued: "You can open your own restaurant according to your own preferences."

 “My own preferences?”

 An Xiaofu still doesn't quite understand.

 “Do you like eating here?”

 An Xiaofu nodded.

 “Do you like listening to stories?”

"like."

 “Do you like eating the monster meat here?”

 An Xiaofu nodded harder.

“Do you understand?” Mo Hua said.

An Xiaofu probably understood, his eyes gradually brightened, but he still doubted:

 “But I have nothing.”

 “What do you need to open a dining room?”

An Xiaofu counted, "I need spiritual stones, a small building, a chef, a recipe, a stove, and a hand..."

"I'll take care of the stove. You can ask my mother for the meal recipes. You can ask Mr. An for the spiritual stones, space and manpower."

 “My grandfather?”

"Um."

An Xiaofu felt timid, "My grandpa won't agree..."

 “How can you know if you don't ask?”

"But…"

“Do you want to open this restaurant?” Mo Hua asked.

 An Xiaofu tried to think about it as Mo Hua said, and nodded seriously: "I thought of it!"

“Since you want to do something, you must work hard to do it.”

 An Xiaofu felt a little scared when he thought of his grandfather.

Mo Hua then said: "The more you are afraid of something, the less you dare to do it. The less you do it, the more afraid you will be."

An Xiaofu muttered, not knowing what he was talking about.

 “Will your grandpa hit you?”

　　"Normally I don't fight, but my father will fight..."

 “Are you afraid that your father will stare at you?”

 An Xiaofu nodded.

“Then just pretend that your grandfather has glared at you and hit you again, and then you go and talk to him.”

 An Xiaofu was stunned.

“He glared and hit him, so what are you afraid of?”

An Xiaofu suddenly realized it, and he felt that he was no longer afraid, "It seems to make sense..."

Mo Hua patted him on the shoulder, "If you don't work hard for what you like now, you will regret it in the future."

 An Xiaofu felt endless courage coming from his body and nodded seriously.

 But this courage dissipated as soon as he got home.

 He was still instinctively afraid when he thought of his grandfather and his father.

He couldn't tell what he was afraid of, but he was very afraid.

An Xiaofu couldn't eat and couldn't sleep at night. He wanted to go to Mo Hua's restaurant, but he felt ashamed of Mo Hua and was too embarrassed to go.

Mo Hua encouraged him so much, but he backed down, which made An Xiaofu blame himself.

 An Xiaofu's mother was extremely worried when she saw him like this:

“I asked you to eat less, but I didn't ask you to stop eating.”

An Xiaofu whispered: "Mom, it's not..."

“You haven't thought about food or food these days. Is there something on your mind?”

 An Xiaofu couldn't speak.

She couldn't guess what her son was thinking, so she could only say: "Eat first, then you will have the strength to think about things."

An Xiaofu had no appetite at first, but after eating a few mouthfuls, he suddenly wanted to eat again, and finally wolfed it down until he was full.

 After eating, the courage that disappeared suddenly came out again.

An Xiaofu said with a tragic face: "Mom, I'm going."

His mother looked puzzled, what happened to this child...

An Xiaofu walked through the long corridor with a mentality of looking forward to death, and finally came to Mr. An's study.

This road almost exhausted all his strength.

An Xiaofu stood there for a long time, and after regaining some courage, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and crossed the threshold of the study.

Mr. An already knew that his grandson was coming.

 When I was a child, I was carefree and Xiao Fu often came over to play alone.

 But since he was seven or eight years old, he has never taken the initiative to approach the study.

Maybe it's because I've grown up and become sensible, or maybe I can understand other people's faces.

　Children may look small, but they are actually very sharp. However, this sharpness is similar to instinct, and the child may not even be aware of it.

This time for some unknown reason, he suddenly came over alone.

 It's just this heroic expression, as if he is going to the execution ground...

Mr. An looked in a mixed mood.

“I am his grandfather after all. I can only scold him a few words, but I won't eat him. As for the fear of being like this..."

 An Xiaofu mustered up his courage and finally stood in front of Mr. An.

 “Xiao Fu, what's the matter?”

Mr. An asked, trying to sound as kind as possible.

An Xiaofu stammered for a long time before speaking:

"Grandpa, I...I want to open...a restaurant."

Mr. An frowned, "Didn't the An family already open many restaurants?"

An Xiaofu was a little timid, but he still had to bite the bullet and said, "I want to open my own restaurant."

"Why do you suddenly want to open a restaurant? Who told you what?" Mr. An asked calmly. An Xiaofu felt that a person should be loyal, so he didn't offer the ink painting. He just said:

 “No one told me anything, I just decided on my own.”

Mr. An raised his eyebrows slightly, "What about the venue and the spiritual stones used as capital?"

An Xiaofu said: "Ask grandpa and ask for it!"

This is a little bit reasonable to say.

Mr. An was a little surprised and asked: "Where are the meals and recipes?"

 “I already have a way.”

 “Where's the stove?”

 “I'm looking for someone to practice with.”

 “Where is the formation on the stove?”

 “Ink Painting will help me draw.”

 An Xiaofu blurted out.

 When it comes to formations, the only thing he can think of subconsciously is ink painting...

Mr. An understood.

 But he did not feel dissatisfied, on the contrary, he was quite happy.

 Ink painting can help An Xiaofu, no matter what you do, it is a good thing.

Mr. An pretended to be thoughtful and said nothing.

An Xiaofu was sitting on pins and needles, looking forward to and feeling anxious at the same time. His heart was in a state of trembling and sweat was dripping from his chubby forehead.

Mr. An felt that it was almost done, so he nodded and said: "I agree."

 An Xiaofu was so happy that he fell from the sky and opened his eyes wide, "Really?"

Mr. An nodded and said, "Go to your father. If you want something, just say that I agreed. He is not allowed to shirk the blame."

"Oh." An Xiaofu nodded repeatedly and ran out immediately.

Halfway through the run, he suddenly remembered something and ran back immediately, saying respectfully:

 “Thank you, grandpa!”

Mr. An shook his head and said helplessly: "Go."

An Xiaofu ran out again. His whole body was immersed in joy, and the soles of his feet were as soft as stepping on cotton.

An Xiaofu went to his father An Yonglu and told his grandfather what he said.

An Yonglu was taken aback, "No way."

 “Grandpa promised!”

 An Xiaofu became more confident.

An Yonglu didn't believe it, but he also knew that his son was not brave enough to make such a big fuss with him, let alone lie in the name of the old man.

An Yonglu agreed, and after An Xiaofu left happily, he went to find Mr. An.

 “Dad, this matter about Xiao Fu…”

 “Just rely on him.”

"But…"

“It's nothing but how many spiritual stones it takes to open a dining room. Mo Hua is willing to help him. It's all worth it.”

 “Why does Mo Hua help Xiaofu?” An Yonglu was a little confused.

"I guess there is some friendship." Mr. An glanced at An Yonglu indifferently, "In Mo Hua, your son has more respect than you. If you ask Mo Hua for help, they may not pay attention to you."

An Yonglu smiled.

“But,” An Yonglu asked doubtfully, “why open a dining room?”

Although the dining hall can also earn spiritual stones, it is definitely not as good as the weapon refining shop and the alchemy shop.

Why did Mo Hua open this dining room?

Mr. An couldn't understand it for a moment, but although Mo Hua was a formation master, he was still a child after all.

 Sometimes he really can't figure out what the child is thinking.

“It's probably just a small fight, just having fun.”

Mr. An sighed and ordered An Yonglu:

"You can give the little rich whatever they want. It's just a dining room. Let them do what they want. You should form a good relationship with that kid Mo Hua."

 An Yonglu nodded, "Okay, Dad."

An Xiaofu mustered up all his courage, met with his grandfather, and expressed his request, and his grandfather agreed.

 The dining room he wants to open has also been secured.

 An Xiaofu felt relieved that he had accomplished his mission and had not failed to live up to the expectations of Mo Hua.

 That afternoon, he happily went to the ink painter's restaurant again.

 He has completed the task and now has the "face" to see Mo Hua again.

Mo Hua praised him a lot and treated him to a lot of good food.

An Xiaofu was very moved and decided to eat everything he had been hungry for the past few days.

 After that comes the preparation of the dining room.

 The preparations for the dining hall are much simpler than those for making weapons or alchemy.

 What's more, Anjia has opened so many restaurants and is familiar with everything. From site selection to labor, Anjia handles everything by hand, without having to worry about ink painting at all.

 The only things that need to be concerned about in ink painting are the stove and the formation on the stove.

 The stove in the restaurant was made by Mo Hua and asked by Master Chen, and the formations were also painted on by Mo Hua.

But at that time, the level of ink painting formations was still very low, the stove was relatively small, the heat was not high, and its functions were average.

Mo Hua also proposed to change it, but Liu Ruhua disagreed.

This was used when the restaurant first opened, and the formations inside were also drawn by Mo Hua. She has become accustomed to using them for a long time, and she doesn't want to waste spiritual stones to replace them.

 But now that we have opened a new dining room, a small stove will definitely not work, so Mo Hua wants to make a larger first-class stove.

Mo Hua went to ask Master Chen, and Master Chen naturally agreed.

 The first-level weapon refining furnace and the first-level alchemy furnace have been refined, not to mention a stove.

Master Chen found the weapon refining manual and the materials were provided by Elder Yu. Then the weapon refining masters worked together. In less than a week, the stove was ready.

 The refined stove is two people tall and is made of strong and durable materials. Its shape is somewhat different from that of the weapon refining furnace and the alchemy furnace. The details of the decorations are less fairy-like and more pyrotechnic.

This stove is already a first-grade spiritual weapon.

 The ink painting looks very satisfying.

 After that, he drew a simplified version of the first-grade Molten Fire Spirit Control Formation inside the stove.

This set of complex formations can also control the size of the fire, and also has a cold air formation to cool down, but it only contains a first-grade molten fire formation.

 It's just for cooking, not for refining weapons. One pair is enough.

If the firepower is too high, it will easily burn out the stove.

The stove has been built and the dining room has been repaired.

 The location of the dining building is not on North Street, but on South Street where scattered cultivators live.

There is Anjia's own Lingshan Restaurant on Beijie Street, so there is no point in opening another one, and Mo Hua doesn't want to open on Beijie either.

 He opened this restaurant because he wanted casual cultivators to be able to eat cheap meat.

 So it is natural to open it on South Street where there are many casual cultivators.

The name of the Shanlou is "Fushanlou" in the hope that all the casual cultivators at the bottom of Tongxian City will have good food. Even if their lives are hard, they will always be happy if they can eat something delicious.

 Fushan Building is half owned by An Xiaofu and half by Mo Hua.

Mo Hua gave his half of the share to his mother.

Liu Ruhua disagreed, so Mo Hua said:

“Mom, what's mine belongs to you too. Please help me take care of the dining room first.”

Liu Ruhua couldn't argue with Mo Hua, so he had no choice but to agree.

 The recipes in the dining room were provided by Liu Ruhua, and the chef also received guidance from Liu Ruhua, but she did not need to do the work herself. On weekdays, it is better to just look at restaurants and study the recipes.

 The specific affairs of the dining room are managed by An Xiaofu.

An Xiaofu is the young master of the An family. Even if he doesn't know how to do it, the An family will find someone to teach him. Even if you are not familiar with it at the beginning and make some mistakes, it will not matter. As time goes by, you will naturally become more comfortable dealing with others.

Although An Xiaofu is a member of the family, he is kind-hearted and sincere towards others, so he is actually very suitable for the restaurant business.

 What's more, the An family is in the catering business. An Xiaofu has been exposed to it since he was a child, so he will learn faster and do better.

 This is also the reason why Mo Hua pulled An Xiaofu and the An family behind him into shares.

 He didn't want his mother to be too tired.

 It is very hard to open a restaurant, let alone a restaurant that is larger than a restaurant.

 An Xiaofu is chubby and likes to eat, so he can lose weight even if he is a little tired.

 But his mother is not in good health and cannot be affected. All she needs to do is study the recipes and cook occasionally on weekdays to make delicious food.

 Having done what I wanted to do, it wasn't too hard.

 The ink paintings are very thoughtful.

This chapter cannot be distinguished, so let's combine the two chapters.

 (End of this chapter)

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