Reborn in the 1980s: Recapture My Devoted Husband

"We could, but is Uncle’s chef reliable? What if they run away after learning the skills?"

"Don’t worry about that. The person I’ve found is absolutely trustworthy." Chen Haichang replied to Lin Wan while gnawing on a pig’s trotter.

"Alright, after I give birth to the child, you can let your chef come over."

Chen Haichang frowned upon hearing this, "That child will take a few more months, right? I can’t wait that long."

"If you can’t wait, find someone else. My wife is short of this money." Han Yi, while tending to Little Star, cast a cold glance at him from the side.

Displeased, Chen Haichang snorted at Han Yi, "Why be so petty? I see that my nephew’s wife is in good health. Besides, teaching someone how to cook only requires her to give some guidance from below. It won’t take much time, just half a month’s preparation and a few days to get it done. I’ve already thought of a dozen recipes.

Even if it’s as slow as one dish a day, it only takes about ten days. What do you think, Xiao Wan?"

Lin Wan raised an eyebrow upon seeing his urgency, "Why are you in such a hurry? Have you found a location for your restaurant?"

"Almost ready. At the port, I don’t need to look; I have a storefront. I’ve already sorted out the location here in the Capital City. Now, I’m just missing a chef."

Lin Wan paused, listening to Chen Haichang’s nonchalant tone, widening her eyes at him, "So quick? Two places at once, aren’t you being too casual about opening a restaurant?"

"When there’s a business opportunity, you can’t wait. With our area’s rapid development lately, many are dining at private restaurants. As long as the area is busy and consumption levels are decent, opening a restaurant is only profitable, not a loss. You can rest assured and follow me; I guarantee you won’t lose money."

Lin Wan understood this reasoning, though she didn’t expect Chen Haichang to be so swift in action.

"Alright, after the New Year, bring your chef directly to Z City to find me."

"Okay, no problem with that... By the way, when are you two leaving?" Chen Haichang asked again.

"We’ll see, or we’ll leave after the second day. Staying here is just too upsetting." Han Yi frowned and said.

"What’s upsetting? I find it quite amusing. Look, it’s already the twenty-eighth, the old man still in the hospital, and Ye Qing, now being confined at home by Mei Langchi, dazedly taking medicine and sleeping all day. Doesn’t this make you happy?" Chen Haichang laughed, feeling that this situation is particularly favorable.

Speaking of Ye Qing, Lin Wan asked curiously, "Uncle, is Ye Qing really going crazy?"

"Ha, with Mei Langchi saying one-sidedly, and you actually believe it? Look at Ye Qing, perfectly fine the day before, and then suddenly, with Mei Langchi claiming she’s ill, she falls sick. Don’t you find it strange?"

"I can guess somewhat, just don’t understand why Mei Langchi does this." Lin Wan sighed and shook her head.

"Ye Qing deceived him many times, and recently turned the Mei Family upside down. Knowing his character, he definitely wants revenge." Han Yi looked up and said to Lin Wan.

Chen Haichang, on the side, added, "Not just those, even last time, he probably noticed Ye Qing’s interest in your husband. Coupled with Ye Qing’s usual behavior, he’s definitely not going to let her go. Then, she lost so many calligraphy paintings of the Mei family; Mei Langchi would not let her off the hook. The paintings might be gone, but since they can’t see the light, Mei Langchi is making Ye Qing compensate by taking action against her factory. Yesterday, my little brothers said that the factory’s production was especially high during two days when they didn’t take a holiday, vastly different from normal sales. Those unaware might think they’re planning to relocate the factory."

"Mei Langchi likely wants to ’consume’ Ye Qing’s factory and then divorce her. Thinking about this, Lin Wan shivered; Ye Qing spent years scheming against Mei Langchi, only to end up trapped by him, even obliviously happy helping count money for others."

"But with Mei Langchi confining Ye Qing, making her take those meds daily, she could really end up with mental issues over time. See, people call me ruthless, but someone more ruthless from the Mei family has emerged." Chen Haichang sneered mockingly.

"Can’t deny, indeed." Han Yi nodded in agreement.

Lin Wan, feeling pity for Ye Qing, thought it wasn’t worth it for her, scheming for so many years only to end up like this, wondering if she ever regretted her actions.

"But the boss said we should go over for the New Year’s Eve dinner, and tomorrow, the old man will be discharged. However, his leg isn’t in good condition, unlike before; it hurts after a few steps, now mostly confined to a wheelchair." Chen Haichang smiled contently, as Mr. Mei’s current state satisfied him most.

"Didn’t the doctors say there’s no problem?" Lin Wan casually asked.

"What no problem? It’s just no solution left, the old man’s age led to a serious fall, recovering bones isn’t easy now, just slowly recuperate at home. They say he should rest, but who knows if he’ll truly recover? It’s not just his leg, even his voice; last time, his blood boiled with anger, coughed up blood twice, and it’s been hoarse since. It’s been days, no signs of improvement."

In Chen Haichang’s eyes, this was Mei Erqing’s karma, arriving now; not just now, his health will worsen over time.

...

Lin Wan’s belly grew significantly over the past half month, making it uncomfortable to sleep, tossing and turning, swollen feet resembling a gas-filled toad.

Han Yi bathed her feet twice daily out of concern, though he couldn’t share her burden, silently caring for her.

On the morning of New Year’s Eve, Han Yi got up early, prepared porridge for four, and cooked Lin Wan’s favorite blood sausage.

Once they finished eating, Han Yi, pulling Chen Haichang, began wrapping dumplings in the house.

Chen Haichang complained, arguing they would dine at the old residence tonight, possibly even stay overnight if the old man invited them; wrapping so many dumplings seemed like a complete waste.