Cheng Su first went to a department store and bought two sets of children’s clothes, along with the jam she had made these past two days, and sent them back to Huangtian Village. She also sent one hundred yuan for nutrition and tuition fees back, and of course, she didn’t forget her family’s share.
After leaving the post office, Cheng Su was pushing her bike for a few steps when, as she passed a restaurant, someone was suddenly thrown out from inside, crashing towards Cheng Su and knocking both her and the bike to the ground.
"Hiss!" Cheng Su was wearing a short-sleeved dacron shirt today and, when she was hit and fell to the ground. The bike falling over was one thing, but as her forearm scraped the ground, a bloody gash immediately appeared, causing her to gasp in pain.
How could she be so unlucky? She was just walking along the road, and still she got hit!
The person who had fallen on her bike had jumped up and was cursing loudly at the entrance: "Liao Shifa, you pull the ladder out from under me and go back on your word. You turtle’s grandson, you coward, come out, let’s make things clear!"
Cheng Su, sitting on the ground, looked over and saw a young man about twenty-five or twenty-six, with a middle-parted hairstyle, dressed in trendy jeans and wearing a pair of Warrior brand sneakers.
Looking at the restaurant’s entrance—Fa Ji Restaurant—its doorway was large enough, and Cheng Su vaguely remembered someone mentioning that the restaurant was famous in Qing City and did well in business because the head chef was descended from an Imperial Chef.
"Are you going to leave or not? If you don’t go now, I’ll call the police and report your disturbance," a security guard in uniform said loudly to the young man at the entrance, pointing his finger: "Your dad mistook sugar for salt and nearly killed a customer who ended up in the hospital. It was lucky that no further action was taken besides his dismissal. And you still dare to cause trouble here."
"This is a conspiracy, a clear conspiracy. It was clearly a trap set by Liao Shifa. He has been plotting this for a long time, wanting to drive my dad out. You don’t even look at who was responsible for making this restaurant what it is today. Pah!" The young man spat on the ground.


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