The Qian family retreated from the situation and did not bother him for many days.

Mo Hua was also happy and free and began to continue doing his own thing.

The weapon refining shop and the alchemy refining shop have been built, so he doesn't have to worry about it. There is another thing that he has been planning to do before.

One afternoon, An Xiaofu came to eat again.

He drank wine, ate meat, and chatted with everyone.

Perhaps because of the talent inherited from his mother, An Xiaofu is very capable of listening to and telling gossip.

When he listens, others like to talk, and when he speaks, others also like to listen.

Mo Hua waved to him.

An Xiaofu was stunned for a moment when he saw it, then he looked happy and ran over immediately.

He ran closer, but saw that there was nothing on the table in front of the ink painting. He couldn't help but said with a puzzled look:

"Nothing to eat?"

Mo Hua had no choice but to call him over because he thought he had something to eat...

"Have you decided what to do?" Mo Hua asked directly.

An Xiaofu sighed, "Not yet..."

Mo Hua said: "Do you want to open a restaurant?"

"Dining room?" An Xiaofu was stunned for a moment, "Our family already has a dining room..."

"It's different."

An Xiaofu frowned and thought for a long time, but still couldn't think of any difference.

"Aren't all dining halls similar?"

"The restaurant you open belongs to you."

"My own?"

An Xiaofu thought for a moment, then suddenly he had an idea and was startled, "You want me to kill my father and take the dining room at home as my own?"

Mo Hua was also startled, "How did you come up with this idea..."

"A businessman passed by two days ago, and I invited him to drink. He told me..."

An Xiaofu lowered his voice and secretly said to Mo Hua:

"It was said that there was a son who secretly killed his father and took possession of his father's monastic property, and he did it in a flawless manner. If the son hadn't spilled the beans when he was drunk, no one would have known about it..."

Mo Hua sighed, "There's no need to kill your father."

An Xiaofu breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, "That's good, that's good."

Mo Hua continued: "You can open your own restaurant according to your own preferences."

"My own preferences?"

An Xiaofu still doesn't quite understand.

"Do you like eating here?"

An Xiaofu nodded.

"Do you like to hear stories?"

"like."

"Do you like eating the monster meat here?"

An Xiaofu nodded harder.

"Do you understand?" Mo Hua said.

An Xiaofu probably understood, his eyes gradually brightened, but he still doubted:

"But I don't have anything."

"What do you need to open a dining room?"

An Xiaofu counted, "I need spiritual stones, a small building, a chef, recipes, a stove, and manpower..."

"I will take care of the stove. You can ask my mother for the meal recipes. You can ask for the spiritual stones. You can ask Mr. An for the venue and manpower."

"My grandfather?"

"Um."

An Xiaofu felt timid, "My grandfather won't agree..."

"How would you know if you don't ask?"

"But……"

"Do you want to open this restaurant?" Mo Hua asked.

An Xiaofu tried to think about it as Mo Hua said, and nodded seriously: "I thought so!"

"If you want to do something, you have to work hard to do it."

An Xiaofu felt a little scared when he thought about his grandfather.

Mo Hua then said: "The more you are afraid of some things, the less you dare to do them. The less you do them, the more afraid you will be."

An Xiaofu murmured, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Will your grandpa hit you?"

"I don't usually fight, but my father will fight..."

"Are you afraid that your father will stare at you?"

An Xiaofu nodded.

"Then just think that your grandfather has glared at you and beaten you again, and then you go and talk to him."

An Xiaofu was stunned.

"He stared at him and hit him, so what are you afraid of?"

An Xiaofu suddenly realized that he was no longer afraid, "It seems to make sense..."

Mo Hua patted him on the shoulder, "If you don't work hard for what you like now, you will regret it in the future."

An Xiaofu felt endless courage coming from his body and nodded seriously.

But this courage dissipated as soon as I got home.

Thinking of his grandfather and his father, he was still instinctively afraid.

He couldn't explain what he was afraid of, but he was very afraid.

An Xiaofu couldn't eat and couldn't sleep at night. He wanted to go to Mo Hua's restaurant, but he felt ashamed of Mo Hua and was too embarrassed to go.

Mo Hua encouraged him so much, but he backed down, which made An Xiaofu blame himself.

An Xiaofu's mother was extremely worried when she saw him like this:

"I asked you to eat less, but I didn't ask you not to eat either."

An Xiaofu whispered: "Mom, it's not..."

"You haven't thought about food and tea these days. Is there something on your mind?"

An Xiaofu couldn't speak.

She couldn't guess what her son was thinking, so she could only say: "You should eat first, then you will have the strength to think about things."

An Xiaofu had no appetite at first, but after eating a few mouthfuls, he suddenly wanted to eat again, and finally wolfed it down until he was full.

After eating, the courage that disappeared suddenly came out again.

An Xiaofu said with a tragic face: "Mom, I'm going."

His mother looked confused, what happened to this child...

An Xiaofu walked through the long corridor with a mentality of looking forward to death, and finally came to Mr. An's study.

This road almost exhausted all his strength.

An Xiaofu stood there for a long time, and after regaining some courage, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and crossed the threshold of the study.

Mr. An already knew that his grandson was coming.

When I was a child, I was carefree and Xiao Fu would often come over to play alone.

But since he was seven or eight years old, he has never taken the initiative to approach the study.

Maybe it’s because I’ve grown up and become sensible, or maybe I can understand other people’s faces.

Children may look small, but they are actually very sharp in their minds. However, this sharpness is similar to instinct, and the children themselves may not be aware of it.

This time, for some unknown reason, he suddenly came over alone again.
To be continued...