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Not easy.

From childhood to adulthood, I have heard a lot of these three fields, and many of the aunts, aunts, uncles and grandpas in the market have said these three words to him.

Not easy.

At the beginning, Duan Feifan didn’t have any experience. He stubbornly thought that this was like praising other people’s children for having nothing to praise or even being perfunctory and cute, and said, “This child looks really like a father.”

Perfunctory and empty sympathy, after all, parents divorced and fathers are in jail, it will definitely be difficult for children.

No one really wants to know why it is not easy and what is not easy.

Duan Feifan also stubbornly thought that there was nothing difficult for him. He also had a grandmother who loved him. What was not easy for his family to treat him as an old uncle who was like his own son? It was very easy.

It took him many years later to come back to his senses.

All his "advantages" in the eyes of others may come from that "not easy".

He looked at Mr. Jiang, didn't say anything, just lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

Mr. Jiang said this sentence differently from many people. He did not express too much emotion. Instead, he had a subtle affirmation. It was like telling him that I know it was not easy for you.

Although it has been more than ten years since my mother left home and my father is about to be released from prison, the summary and confirmation of all this seems to be meaningless.

He still feels a little warm because of Mr. Jiang's attitude.

Jiang Kuo and Mr. Jiang at this point made him feel very similar, and he deserves to be the feeling of father and son.

Of course, other aspects are different.

Jiang Kuo is much softer than Jiang. Perhaps because he has experienced much less than Mr. Jiang, there is no one who is dedicated to installing an inside line by his side who always spoils his father.

"Do you often come here to eat?" Mr. Jiang asked, "I think the boss is very familiar with you."

"Well," Duan Feifan smiled, "I'm all familiar with this, and I'm basically acquaintances in any store."

"Have your father... was there here before?" Mr. Jiang asked while eating, "Well! This braised pork is good."

"Niu Sandao was made by my dad and my uncle before," Duan Feifan took the spoon, scooped a bowl of soup and put it in front of him. "Later, it was my uncle's family."

"Then your online store," said Mr. Jiang, "Is he thinking that your dad can have something to do when he comes out?"

Duan Feifan was pausing his hands that scooped soup for himself: "Yes."

"Don't you go back to the current store to make it together?" Mr. Jiang asked again.

"My dad's personality..." Duan Feifan sighed softly, "I probably won't want to do it. After all, my uncle has been managing this store over the years and still providing me with food, drink and school."

"Yes, if he comes out, your expenses will not be allowed to be paid out by the old uncle anymore," Mr. Jiang glanced at him, "that you have to have income for him or yourself."

"Yes." Duan Feifan nodded.

Mr. Jiang's thinking is very clear and keen, which makes him a little embarrassed, who has always been fearless about chatting with others.

"Then I know why Jiang Kuo is so active in this shop." Mr. Jiang said, "This braised pork is their signature dish? It's very fragrant. I have been controlling my diet for a long time and haven't eaten such fragrant meat."

Duan Feifan was still stuck in his first sentence, but almost didn't react to the latter sentence. He was stunned for a moment before answering: "These I ordered are their signature dishes. His family has been open for more than ten years, and these dishes have not changed. The old customers who came here eat this flavor."

Mr. Jiang nodded and did not talk about this topic again. He just ate and said a few casual words to him, what was the child, what was school, and what was interesting in the market. Sometimes he would talk about the strange things he encountered when he was doing projects before.

"Jiang Kuo doesn't like to listen to me. Both of them are like birds," Mr. Jiang sighed. "I sometimes say a few words at the dinner table, and they suddenly eat very seriously."

Duan Feifan laughed.

"It may be pressure," he thought for a while, "and if you can't make it, you have to go home and inherit the pressure of the big group."

Mr. Jiang laughed too, took a sip of the soup and sighed.

"I can't count on them," said Mr. Jiang. "You have seen his sister. He is older than anyone else at a young age, and no one can do anything to her."

"It's cool," Duan Feifan said, "and very independent."

"That's better than Jiang Kuo," Mr. Jiang mentioned Jiang Le, with a very satisfied smile on his face. "Jiang Kuo, I said he didn't need to manage the company and let him go. It's a pity. If you really want him to do it, he can't do it. Any assistants I brought with me are better than him."

That may not be true.

Isn’t Shangjia’s project just because your assistant didn’t handle it carefully?

Duan Feifan didn't say anything.

"I don't want to stop him too much if my family has the conditions to make him mess around. I'm angry, so I'll just do that when I'm angry," said Mr. Jiang, "So..."

Mr. Jiang stopped.

Duan Feifan immediately followed this pause and became a little nervous.

Mr. Jiang didn't come to chat with him. It seemed like he was talking nonsense, but he would always suddenly go back to the topic.

"If he wants to build a store by himself, I don't care at all. When he gets excited, he can play. He has enough money to play. If he loses everything, he will lose everything," Mr. Jiang looked at him, "But your situation is different. You are not using money to experience the entrepreneurial life, you just want to live."

Duan Feifan listened silently. President Jiang had said this once, and now he mentioned it again. It can be seen that President Jiang was indeed worried that Jiang Kuo would cheat him with a playful mentality.

Unexpectedly, President Jiang would have the same concerns as his uncle. Although he should be grateful to President Jiang for being worried about him.

But I couldn't help but tickled.

It is understandable that the uncle has no confidence in Jiang Kuo. As a real father, Mr. Jiang is like this.

In fact, he himself didn't think of opening a shop with Jiang Kuo at the beginning. After Jiang Kuo started to do it, he even made him feel embarrassed, but he never thought about this. He just didn't want Jiang Kuo to suffer any extra hardship.

This sound of tsk surprised Mr. Jiang and stopped to look at him.

"Mr. Jiang," Duan Feifan was also a little embarrassed, "What... His roast chicken is delicious, you can try it."

"Tell me." Mr. Jiang said.

"What?" Duan Feifan looked at him.

"Don't you dare to say it?" Mr. Jiang smiled.

Duan Feifan put down his chopsticks and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for thinking about me so much, but I think Jiang Kuo is not the kind of person who is not serious about doing things. It is correct to rely on his interest, but he still thinks about doing whatever he wants."

"The evaluation is so high," Mr. Jiang also tskated, picked up a piece of roast chicken, and then looked up at him after eating it slowly, "That's fine, but many things, if you have feelings in it, there will be variables."

Duan Feifan felt that all the hairs on his body stood up at this moment. Even the thick clothes in winter could not suppress them, and his pores opened their big mouths at the same time.

He shouted in unison: End-Liao-Liao-

After Mr. Jiang finished this sentence, he did not bring another sentence to the delicious roast chicken for buffering, but instead put the words in front of Duan Feifan in a straightforward manner.

Duan Feifan must answer.

But he didn't know how to answer. Mr. Jiang said this clearly but was vague, forcing people to bump upwards by themselves.

He has to give himself a buffer.

He calmed down and said calmly: "What can you do without feeling mixed with emotions?"

Mr. Jiang leaned back and laughed out loud.

It was quite loud, and everyone at the table next to him looked here.

"Good boy," Mr. Jiang smiled and looked out the window, then turned around, "I can't even handle it."

Duan Feifan buried his head and ate two pieces of braised pork to calm down.

"Don't be so careful," said Mr. Jiang.

"...not that." Duan Feifan said vaguely.

"Actually, I don't plan to care about so much. I'm not here to inquire or cause trouble," Mr. Jiang looked at him and smiled, but his tone was very gentle and his speaking speed was not fast. "I'm just a little curious. Jiang Kuo grew up so old, with no two friends, and no classmates, and he lives a very comfortable life, but in our opinion, he is a little lonely..."

Duan Feifan swallowed the braised pork and looked up at Mr. Jiang.

"Half a year," Mr. Jiang raised his hand and tried to compare a gesture for half a year, but he could not find a suitable gesture after gesturing his fingers for a long time, so he gave up. "In just half a year, the classmate brought his home, the bedroom was in, and even allowed others to sit in the back seat of his car, and he could still..."

This time, Mr. Jiang found the right gesture and made a hug.

Duan Feifan almost couldn't suppress the eyebrows he wanted to raise.

Sure enough, you can still see it in the rearview mirror.

"You said," Mr. Jiang did not lean on him, leaning his elbow on the table, leaning towards him, "Am I curious? Not only am I curious, but I am also worried."

"Yes." Duan Feifan responded and looked at him standing on the edge of the table.

"You are really different," said Mr. Jiang, "It's different from the children I've seen with such a growth background. It's a pretty good child."

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang." Duan Feifan said.

"It's a bit too good." Mr. Jiang said again.

Duan Feifan wanted to take back the previous sentence, but unfortunately there was no revocation key.

"I don't care about Jiang Kuo's things," said Mr. Jiang. "I don't make any statement. I just hope that this store, which is mixed with emotional factors, will not become a burden to you in the future. I also hope that you can grasp the direction and not let Jiang Kuo mess up this store."

"I understand," Duan Feifan said, "I understand."

"Why do you want to learn gardens?" Mr. Jiang suddenly changed the topic.

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan was stunned for a long time, "My aunt has friends who can introduce her to her job."

"It's that simple?" Mr. Jiang asked, "Is there any other reason? What's the reason for the interests and hobbies is because you can have a job then?"
To be continued...