Asking about longevity

The Qian family retreated from the situation and didn't bother him for many days.

Mo Hua was also happy and 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 has wanted to do before.

One afternoon, An Xiaofu came to eat again.

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

Perhaps because of the talent he inherited from his mother, 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 and saw that there was nothing on the table in front of the ink painting. He couldn't help but said with a puzzled look:

"Nothing 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 restaurant?"

"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 any difference.

"Aren't the dining halls all the same?"

"The restaurant you open belongs to you."

"my own?"

An Xiaofu thought for a moment, then suddenly he 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 was said that a son 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, "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 hearing stories?"

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"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 spirit stones, a small building, a chef, recipes, a stove, and manpower..."

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

"My grandfather?"

"Um."

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

"How will 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 so!"

“If you want to do it, you have to work hard to do it.”

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

Mo Hua said: "The more you are afraid of some things, the less you dare to do them. The less you do them, the more afraid you will be."

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

"Will your grandpa hit you?"

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

"Are you afraid that your father will glare at you?"

An Xiaofu nodded.

"Then just think that your grandfather has glared at you and beaten you again, and then you go and talk to him."

An Xiaofu was stunned.

"He stared at him and hit him, so what are you afraid of?"

An Xiaofu suddenly realized 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 I got home.

Thinking of his grandfather and his father, he was still instinctively afraid.

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 not to eat either."

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

"You haven't thought about food and tea 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: "You should eat first, then you will have the strength to think about things."

An Xiaofu had no appetite at first, but after eating a few bites, 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 confused, 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 would often come over to play alone.

But since he was seven or eight years old, he never took 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 close to instinct, and the child may not even be aware of it.

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

It’s just that this heroic expression looks like he is going to the execution ground...

Mr. An looked at it with mixed emotions.

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

An Xiaofu plucked up the courage and finally stood in front of Mr. An.

"Xiao Fu, is something wrong?"

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

An Xiaofu stammered for a long time before finally 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 bit the bullet and said, "I want to open my own restaurant."

"Why do you suddenly want to open a restaurant? Who told you something?" Mr. An asked calmly.

An Xiaofu felt that a person should be loyal, so he didn't confess the ink painting. He just said:

"No one said anything to me, 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 to ask for it!"

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When I say this, I feel a little bit confident.

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."

"Where's the formation on the stove?"

"Mo Hua will help me draw."

An Xiaofu blurted out.

When it comes to formations, all he can think of subconsciously is ink paintings...

Mr. An understood.

But he didn't feel dissatisfied, on the contrary, he was quite happy.

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

Mr. An pretended to be thoughtful and said nothing.

An Xiaofu was sitting on pins and needles, expecting and feeling anxious at the same time. His heart was in a state of turmoil 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 opened his eyes wide, "Really?"

Mr. An nodded and said, "Go to your father and ask for whatever you need. 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 ahead."

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 surprised, "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 using the old man's name.

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 does it cost to open a restaurant? Mo Hua is willing to help him, it's all worth it."

"Why would Mo Hua help Xiaofu?" An Yonglu was a little confused.

"It's probably a bit of a friendship." Mr. An glanced at An Yonglu indifferently, "In Mo Hua's place, 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 restaurant?

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.

"I guess it's just a small fight, just for fun."

Mr. An sighed and ordered An Yonglu:

"You can give the little rich whatever he wants. It's just a dining room. Let them do what they want, and you'll have 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 restaurant he wants to open is also in place.

An Xiaofu felt relieved that he had accomplished his mission and had not lived up to Mo Hua's expectations.

That afternoon, he happily went to the Mo Painter's restaurant again.

He completed the task and now had the "face" to meet Mo Hua.

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.

Then came the preparations for the dining room.

The preparation of the dining hall is much simpler than that of the weapon refining shop or the alchemy refining shop.

What's more, Anjia has opened so many restaurants, and everything is done easily. From site selection to labor, Anjia handles it all by himself, and there is no need for Mo Hua to worry about it.

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 at the request of Master Chen, and the formations were also painted on by Mo Hua.

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

Mo Hua also suggested changing it, but Liu Ruhua disagreed.

This was used when the restaurant first opened, and the formations inside were also hand-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 the dining room is newly opened, a small stove will definitely not work, so Mo Hua wants to make a larger first-grade stove.

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

I have refined a first-grade weapon refining furnace and a first-grade alchemy furnace, not to mention a stove.

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

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.

Mo Hua looked very satisfied.

After that, he drew a simplified version of the first-grade molten fire spirit control complex 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 restaurant is not on North Street, but on South Street where casual cultivators live.

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

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

So it was natural to open it on South Street where there were many casual cultivators.

The restaurant is named "Fushan Tower" in the hope that all the casual cultivators at the bottom of Tongxian City will have a good taste. Even if their lives are hard, they will always be happy if they can eat something delicious.

Half of Fushan Building belongs to An Xiaofu and half to Mo Hua.

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

Liu Ruhua disagreed, and Mo Hua said:

"Mom, what's mine belongs to you too. Please help me take care of this 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.

An Xiaofu is responsible for managing the specific affairs of the dining room.

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 to buy 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. It doesn't matter if he is a little tired, he can lose weight.

But his mother is not in good health and cannot be affected. She only needs to concentrate on studying the recipes, cook occasionally on weekdays, and make delicious food.

I did what I wanted to do, and it wasn’t too hard.

The ink painting is very thoughtful.

This chapter cannot be separated, so let’s combine the two chapters.