"Father, Mother, dinner's ready!" Lin Yicheng knocked on the door, and hearing the affirmations from inside, he returned to the storeroom.
At the dining table, Nanzhi felt her family was being a bit too enthusiastic.
Not only was her sister-in-law piling food onto her plate, even her father extraordinarily shared a piece of cake with her.
"Father, you eat this Osmanthus Cake..."
When his daughter rejected him, Father Lin casually grunted in disappointment but said nothing more.
"That chubby girl, have you figured out how to run the restaurant?" As Lin Yicheng ate his meal, he decided to ask.
"The stuff left by Baiweizhai's manager is quite abundant and still usable, only needing some cleaning. The only thing is we haven't decided what kind of shop to open."
Nanzhi sighed while eating the food in her bowl.
It was still a bit cold and she wanted to serve hot pot, but just the thought of preparing the base stock was a hurdle.