Yujin snapped back to reality, feeling guilty like a thief and hastily hiding the needle and thread and clothes behind him, his face full of unease.
He hung his head like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to look at Ren Zhong.
When Mr. Ren handed him the gun, he said he hoped Yujin could soon gain real combat ability, but here he was doing needlework.
He thought Mr. Ren might scold him.
At this moment, it was Yujin’s mother who was more adept in handling the situation.
The old woman quickly stood up from the sewing machine, her face full of smiles, gesturing animatedly as she explained for her son, "Mr. Ren, why are you here? It’s , I’m a bit overwhelmed with work, and Yujin had some free time, so I pressured him to lend a hand. Hahaha, it’s really too difficult for this young boy. Hahaha! Why are you still standing there? Mr. Ren must have something to discuss with you, quickly put down your things and follow him!"
As she spoke, she went to pull Yujin.
Ren Zhong looked at the woman, somewhat worldly and humble in her tone as she tried to ingratiate herself, and was momentarily stunned.
In that instant, he remembered the elder’s last will.
Though seemingly timid and cowardly, shrinking from the world and as humble as the dirt, she had such courage to face death head-on.
Ren Zhong smiled, waving his hand, "It’s fine. I don’t have anything pressing. I just happened to have a rare free evening and came home for dinner. It just so happens that Yujin, who helped me build a house, lives nearby. Tonight, let’s all eat together. I accidentally ordered too much takeout from Meiweixian. I can’t finish it alone."
The old woman was left speechless.
In the neglect of the town’s underprivileged, nearly no one hasn’t fantasized about how delicious Meiweixian’s food might be.
It’s said that the price of one big dish there is equivalent to months of an ordinary underprivileged person’s meal expenses.
The underprivileged, no matter how hard they think, simply can’t imagine the status and prominence of those dining at Meiweixian.
The old woman never dreamed that this "noble person" who recently moved in, paid a hefty price for Yujin to build a house, and even sold a gun cheaply to Yujin, could be high up to such a degree.
"No, no, no! How can this be! We don’t deserve this, really can’t accept it. This is too big of a favor! No, no, we have already prepared dinner."
The old woman quickly shook her head to decline.
Beside her, Yujin also waved his hand, still somewhat flustered, "No need, Mr. Ren, you are too kind. You have already helped me so much."
Ren Zhong’s face turned stern, "So, you’re not giving me any face?"
Mother and son: "Uh..."
Yujin and his mother sat on opposite sides of the square dining table, placing their hands on their laps, sitting upright, not daring to even breathe loudly.
They controlled their eyes and salivary glands with great effort.
But the fragrant steam from the white rice, the spicy scent of boiled pork slices, the fresh aroma of sour bamboo shoot fish...
These scents, existing only in their imagination, continuously stimulated the mother and son who had only dealt with synthetic food from Tianlong High-tech’s cafeteria all their lives.
Ren Zhong called out, picking up his chopsticks first, "Let’s eat, it won’t taste good if it gets cold."
Only after being half-coerced by Ren Zhong did they dare to pick up their chopsticks.
Two minutes later, Ren Zhong frowned and put down his chopsticks.
Despite his enthusiastic invitation, the mother and son hardly touched the five dishes, instead carefully picking out rice grains from their bowls with chopsticks like they were embroidering.
One chopstick would lift a few grains of rice, then they’d put them in the mouth to slowly chew, faces showing a satisfied and content expression.
Ren Zhong rolled his eyes dramatically.
He suddenly stood up, grabbing the boiled pork slices, the sauced shredded meat, and stir-fried cabbage, filling the two’s bowls with them.
By the time the mother and son snapped back to reality, their bowls had been piled into two small mountains.
Except for the sour bamboo shoot fish with bones, the other three dishes had been emptied.
Yujin’s mother panicked.
She hurriedly stood up, holding her bowl, wanting to shovel the food back into Ren Zhong’s bowl.
But when she was about to put the chopsticks down, she hesitated.
It wasn’t that she coveted the delicious food, but she realized this would be overstepping.
She had to awkwardly put down her bowl and chopsticks again, asking helplessly, "Then, Mr. Ren, what will you eat?"
Ren Zhong lowered his hand, took out his wrist watch, "Is this Meiweixian? Yes, it’s me. I placed an order in the afternoon, yes. Please send three more dishes, make them the signature ones, the best three. Urgent. I’m still at the dining table. How much extra is it? Oh, 45 points altogether, I’ll transfer it right away."
After hanging up the phone, Ren Zhong pretended to be confused and asked, "Huh? What did you just say?"
The old woman’s lips quivered, but she couldn’t say a word.
Though she knew Meiweixian was expensive, it was only hearsay, and she didn’t have a clear concept of just how expensive.
This meal cost enough for a year and a half of her meal expenses.
After the meal, Yujin was asked to stay by Ren Zhong, saying there were some matters to discuss.
The old woman, feeling dizzy as if in a dream, didn’t even remember how she got back home.
She recalled Ren Zhong’s enthusiasm at the dinner table earlier, the undisguised appreciation in his eyes for Yujin, and the grand gesture when he ordered big servings, all without batting an eye.
Mr. Ren is an important figure!
As long as Yujin follows him, no matter where he goes in the future, he will survive, and he will live well!
The old woman rubbed her eyes hard.
In her cloudy eyes, light finally shone.
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