"No way, Mom? Are you really going to follow through with your bet with Auntie Zhang Mali? Are you truly planning to open a restaurant?"
Hearing this, Lin Feng finally understood what his parents, who had stopped working, had been doing all day long—they were out looking for a location for the first Hero's Feast restaurant.
"Why not? I, Zhang Guizhu, am a person who means what I say—I said I would open a restaurant and compete with that old witch. What's up? Son, don't you support your mom?" Lin's Mother said with full confidence.
"Support! Support! Mom, of course I support you..." Lin Feng admitted, somewhat embarrassed.
"Since you support me, why aren't you coming home so late? Also, give me your bank card tomorrow, I'll go buy that restaurant. It's only a little over two million, such a bargain!" Lin's Mother was now rolling in the dough and spoke cheerfully.
