"How come you two have time to come to my place?"

Chef Zhou asked with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other.

Seeing Luo Fengtang nodding, Yang Ruoqing withdrew her gaze and looked at Chef Zhou on the bed.

"Uncle Zhou, I'm telling you the truth."

"I came here today, firstly to wish you well in your old age, and secondly, to terminate the contract."

Yang Ruoqing gets straight to the point.

Chef Zhou got a little excited when he heard this. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, he couldn't help but cough violently.

The woman brought two bowls of tea and placed them on the table next to Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

He hurried to the bedside and patted Chef Zhou on the back from behind.

"The doctor said you can't rush your illness, you have to be patient and take care of it."

The woman patted and persuaded.

"If you have anything to say, say it slowly. Don't be impatient. The medicine you just drank will have to be coughed up again..."

Chef Zhou barely managed to keep his balance. He waved his hand to the woman and sent her out.

Then he took a few deep breaths, then opened his eyes and looked at Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

"The thing about tofu is that the restaurant can't handle you!"

Chef Zhou said.

"The boss lady made a ridiculous move, which caused Qing'er and your father to suffer."

"Your father and I were locked in a cage. I fell ill when I entered it. Your father didn't blame me and still took care of me in there..."

"Qing'er, your father is a good man, and you and Feng Tang are also good children!"

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