Back at the store, Dajun soaked the watermelon in a bucket for a while before cutting and eating it. The watermelon, which was not artificially ripened, was very sweet. The four of them finished a watermelon weighing more than ten kilograms in no time.
Shen Mianmian hadn’t forgotten the promise made to the boss and, seeing that Dajun was not in a hurry to leave, said, "Dajun, could you come with me to that restaurant again? I told the boss earlier that I would go over there later and teach him how to cook fish."
Bringing Dajun along was to let Uncle Jia see that her store was not without male presence, which, once it got out, would save her from some of the local shop owners thinking that there were only three young girls in her store, easy to bully.
It could also prevent some ruffians and hooligans from causing trouble, as Shen Mianmian was well aware of what her face looked like.
It wasn’t that she was narcissistic; it’s just that with her looks, she really did attract too much unwanted attention, which was too unsafe.
Just this morning, there was a man who deliberately passed by the store entrance twice. She hadn’t mentioned it, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t noticed. Updates are released by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
"Okay." Dajun hardly hesitated and agreed very briskly.
Shen Mianmian was pleased and took Dajun to the restaurant.
The restaurant owner was very happy to see Shen Mianmian arrive so quickly. He hurriedly invited them in, eagerly helping with pouring some water.
"Uncle Jia, this is my brother."
"Brother, this is the Uncle Jia I told you about."
Shen Mianmian made the introductions.
Upon hearing this, the owner, Uncle Jia, quickly pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and offered one to Dajun, who waved his hand, "I don’t smoke."
Uncle Jia chuckled, "Good, smoking is bad for the lungs."
He had seen Dajun before but hadn’t realized the two were siblings. He wondered what kind of family would feel comfortable letting a young woman run a store. Now it seemed the siblings were working together, one managing the store and the other supplying the vegetables.
"Brother, you sit here and rest for a bit, while I go help Uncle Jia with the cooking," Shen Mianmian winked at Dajun, quite satisfied with his stern and imposing demeanor. It was exactly what she had hoped for.
Take this restaurant, for example!
The men dining at the tables, some of whom kept staring at her before, didn’t dare to stare now that she brought Dajun. They possibly saw Dajun as someone not to be messed with and could only sneak peeks.
Dajun nodded, hitched up his pants, and sat down on one of the vacant seats at the entrance.
"Then take a break, we’ll go get busy," said Uncle Jia politely to Dajun before going into the kitchen with Shen Mianmian.
No sooner had the two of them entered the kitchen than a man entered the restaurant. One of the men at a table saw him come in and immediately waved, "Dongcheng, over here!"
Hearing the call, Wan Dongcheng walked over and the man promptly pulled a stool over for him, "Dongcheng, why have you only just arrived now?"
The meal was already half eaten.
Fortunately, those sitting here could hold their drink; otherwise, they would have left already.
"I got held up by something at home," Wan Dongcheng sat down, bending forward, and his expression showed displeasure at the sight of the leftover food on the table. He had deliberately arrived late - frankly, it was to show his status, yet these people couldn’t even wait for him.
Seeing his mood, the man poured him a drink and laughed as he explained, "We waited for you for so long, but you didn’t show. We thought you weren’t coming, and we all got hungry, so we just started eating."
"Dazhuang, you know me, I don’t like socializing. If it wasn’t for you, I really wouldn’t have come," Wan Dongcheng said with a straight face.
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere at the table suddenly fell into an awkward silence.