Chương 56: Are This Family Belongs to the King of Hell?

The fish stall owner's surname was Gao, given name Yu, twenty-five years old, the third oldest, known as Gao Sanwa (Third-Year-Old Gao). Zhou Yan felt that this nickname was too stressful, so he called him Boss Gao. Boss Gao was forced to turn on, opened his eyes and stared blankly for a while before sitting up, looking at Zhou Yan and scratching his head: "Boss Zhou, you sold out of forty crucian carp this morning?"

"Not many left, I'll restock." Zhou Yan said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll bring them to your shop at 4: 30." Boss Gao took out a small notebook from his pocket, scribbled a few lines, and then looked up at Zhou Yan and said: "I raised a batch of grass carp in my pond this year, they grew up eating grass, and now they weigh more than three pounds. If you want to make pickled fish or boiled fish later, grass carp is the best, the meat is quite crisp and tender, and because of our relationship, I'll give you a discount."

"Okay, I'll come to you if I need anything." Zhou Yan nodded, got on his bike and turned back. Boss Gao couldn't sleep either. He got up and sorted through the fish in the bucket. Not having enough to satisfy him (less than twenty), he told the stall owner next door and rode his tricycle back to the fishpond to catch more. Zhou Yan was quite particular about the fish; they had to be uniform in size, of high quality, and very lively. He bought in large quantities and was quick to pay.

As long as the fish were good, he'd settle the payment immediately, no credit. This alone put him miles ahead of other restaurants and stalls in town. Some shameless people would even charge for just two crucian carp, and by the end of the month, they'd have to beg and plead for their money back—it was truly frustrating. Gao, the third-year student, vowed to make his business big and successful! He'd make those people beg him to buy fish, paying in cash!

Zhou Yan didn't know Boss Gao's grand ambition, but he was quite satisfied with his fish. If he ever needed fish in the future, contacting him would be a good idea. Old Zhou returned from fishing early today, before the factory closed. He wiped the mud off his feet on the riverbank before pushing his cart over. Zhou Momo ran over, hugged Old Zhou's leg, and looked up, asking in her childish voice, "Daddy! Daddy! Did you catch any fish today?"

"Yes, I caught one today." Zhou Miao parked the car and took out a crucian carp weighing about eight or nine ounces from the bamboo basket in the car.

"Wow! Daddy is so capable! You caught another fish!" Zhou Momo jumped up happily, clapping her little hands.

"You caught another one, that's pretty good." Zhao Tieying followed him out, looking at the crucian carp in Zhou Miao's hand, "This size is just right for making crucian carp with mint."

"Yes, the size is just right." Zhou Yan also smiled. It was exactly the same as the one he bought. A very standard farmed fish. [A farmed crucian carp of acceptable quality] The air-empty guy still couldn't break the deadlock.

"Then I'll catch some and raise it." Zhou Miao took the fish and walked towards the kitchen. When he passed Zhou Yan, he revealed a smile that only father and son could understand. A helpless bitter smile that Zhou Yan would call the air-empty guy. This time, he only bought one shoe; it seems Comrade Zhou is preparing for a protracted battle, taking it slow and steady. Zhou Miao fetched a bucket of water from the kitchen and washed his hands and shoes under a tree.

Zhao Tieying told him about Wang Mazi's trouble at noon that day. Zhou Miao listened in silence before asking, "Zhou Yan said someone was instigating this behind the scenes?"

"I don't know yet, we'll see what the security department says." Zhao Tieying smiled and said, "It's nothing, I handled it all, a small matter."

" Hmm, my wife is really good at handling things, no wonder she was a model militia member back then!" Zhou Miao also smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"You still remember I was a model militia member?" Zhao Tieying grinned from ear to ear. Zhou Miao nodded with a smile, "Of course! I even gave you an enamel mug and two towels as a reward. I've kept the mug in the cabinet for you."

"Didn't it leak?"

"Even if it leaked, it still has sentimental value. You're the first female militia member in the brigade to be awarded the title of model soldier!"

"Sanshui, you're so kind."

"It's only right that I treat you well."

"No, no, that's too cloying. We'll talk like that at home later." Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author's consent. Report any sightings. Aunt Zhao got up shyly and walked into the shop. Zhou Miao smiled and watched her go in, poured out the dirty water, put the bucket aside, and got up to walk towards the security office, his face already cold.... Huang Fusheng spent three hours in the security office's interrogation room.

When he pushed his bicycle out of the factory gate, his face was pale, and he seemed somewhat absent-minded. Wang Mazi, that kind of scoundrel, had no sense of chivalry. He was arrested and interrogated for less than an hour before he confessed. The security personnel came to the factory canteen and took him back to investigate. This matter could be serious or minor.

Although he was the instigator, Wang Mazi and his gang hadn't caused any major trouble at Zhou Erwa's restaurant; it didn't involve money, at most it was considered disorderly conduct. But now it's a crackdown period, and Wang Mazi and his gang have a lot of dirty laundry on their hands, so getting involved would be a disaster for him. He's being let go today, suspended from duty and sent home to await further notice.

"You're Huang Fusheng?" At this moment, a voice sounded from behind.

"Huh?" Huang Fusheng turned around, looking at the dark-skinned middle-aged man with a puzzled expression: "Yes, I am. Who are you?"

"Zhou Yan is my son. I'm Zhou Miao, the butcher from Zhoucun." Zhou Miao lifted his shirt, revealing the handle of a boning knife at his waist, his eyes fixed on Huang Fusheng." The security department said you sent people to cause trouble at my son's restaurant, so I've come to say a few words to you."

"If Zhou Yan gets into trouble in the future, I'll only come to you."

"Su Ji is small; there's no one he can't find." His tone was calm, but the ruthlessness in his voice carried a chilling murderous intent. Huang Fusheng's fat body trembled, and he hurriedly waved his hands, saying,"I won't dare! I won't dare..." Zhou Miao put down the clothes, turned around, and left. Huang Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that his back was completely soaked. Slaughtering a cow? Huang Fusheng would believe it if you said he had killed someone!

Huang Fusheng tried to get on his bicycle, but failed three times, finally managing to get on by stepping on a curb. He couldn't help it; his legs were too weak. Is this family like the King of Hell? They're too terrifying! He must stay far away from anything related to Zhou Yan in the future. Zhou Miao returned to the shop, his face showing a gentle smile again. The factory was closing, and customers were gradually arriving.

Zhou Miao helped serve dishes, dipping sauces, and rice; he could do these small tasks very well.

"Where did you go just now?" Aunt Zhao asked, looking at him.

"I ran into an acquaintance, and we chatted for a while," Zhou Miao said casually.

"You have acquaintances in this factory?" Aunt Zhao said, somewhat surprised.

"Let's get to know each other today, the first time is awkward, the second time will be familiar," Zhou Miao smiled, serving two bowls of braised beef to the customers. There were quite a few customers tonight; the old factory director's praise and the positive word-of-mouth from the past two days were starting to spread, and the tables in the restaurant were gradually filling up.

"Sister Zhao, could you order me a bowl of braised beef and a takeout of braised pork ribs?" Lin Zhiqiang walked into the restaurant, handing over an aluminum lunchbox.

"Sure, is Director Lin taking some for the kids?" Zhao Tieying smiled as she took the lunchbox.

"Yes, the two kids ate the braised pork ribs yesterday and kept craving them, they insisted I bring them some home today." Lin Zhiqiang nodded with a smile, then asked with concern, "I heard there was some trouble at noon today, how did it go?"

"Nothing's wrong, Section Chief Luo and his clerk from the security department arrived in time and arrested all the troublemakers, it didn't have much of an impact," Zhao Tieying said.

"That's good." Lin Zhiqiang nodded, greeted Zhou Miao, and sat down to the side. He came today on official business to eat braised beef with pork knuckle, and also to bring back some braised pork ribs for the two kids. He never imagined that at thirty-eight, he could experience a second spring in his life. But… thinking about how Meng Anhe had given him fried eggs and helped him put on his coat this morning, a smile involuntarily crept onto his face. This braised beef with pork knuckle, he had to have it!

— (End of Chapter)