Chapter 2

Su Le knew that his mother would never turn over a new leaf just because of this, but he didn't expect her to go out gambling again that very night, and even stake their small Dongfeng, which was their only means of survival. As a result, she lost everything.

Su Meihong, aware of the enormity of her mistake, packed her bags that very night, left a letter, and fled without a trace.

It was already nine o'clock the next morning when Su Le saw the letter. It was placed on his bedside table. When he opened it, it read: "Son, Mom has lost all our possessions. I can't face you. I'm going to work and earn money. I won't come back until I'm successful. You won't be angry with me, you definitely won't. You're a real man, and I'm just a little woman. How can a real man hold a grudge against a little woman? I don't have much to leave you, but there's an old family recipe book in the wooden box under the bed. It's probably an antique, but I can't read a word of it. Consider it a keepsake. Don't look for me. I've lost everything, and even if you find me, I can't support you. Strangely, I suddenly feel like I'm starting over. This feeling makes me feel like a young girl again. I think this time I can really turn over a new leaf. When I come back to you, I'll be a completely new person, a wealthy little rich woman..."

Reading this, Su Le couldn't help but laugh: "Little rich woman, more like an old witch!" After laughing, he felt a strange discomfort.

He bent down and pulled out the dusty old wooden box from under the bed. The box wasn't locked. When he opened it, he found the recipe book his mother mentioned under a pile of old clothes. Due to its age, the book was yellowed, and even the cover was missing. Su Le flipped through it quickly. The text was written in small seal script, which he mostly couldn't read. He shook his head, guessing his mother hadn't read it either. As he flipped through the pages, a yellowed black-and-white photo and a wolf tooth fell out. Su Le put the wolf tooth around his neck and picked up the photo. The photo showed a man who was quite handsome. Looking at it, Su Le inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity. He noticed that the man's facial features were somewhat similar to his own. Why had his mother put this photo in the family recipe book? This man must have been very important to her. He might even be Su Le's father.

Su Le carefully put away the recipe book and tucked the photo into his wallet.

After doing all this, he heard a knocking sound downstairs.

To be precise, it was more like pounding. Su Le pushed open the window and looked down to see Shi Baoya with two burly men pounding on the roller shutter of the small Dongfeng.

Su Le said, "What are you doing? It's early in the morning. Can't you let people sleep?"

Shi Baoya looked up and smiled at Su Le, "Where's your mom?"

Su Le ignored him and pulled his head back.

Shi Baoya shouted from below, "Su Le, where's your mom?"

Su Le's voice came from above, "She's run away to avoid debt!"

"Your mom ran away?" Shi Baoya was shocked.

Su Le, now dressed, stuck his head out the window again.

"Where did she go?"

Su Le said, "Why are you in such a hurry? I'm her son, and I'm not worried. Why are you so worried? Who's her real son, you or me?"

The onlookers around them laughed.

"Damn, you little brat, you dare to curse me!"

Su Le walked down the stairs and glared at Shi Baoya, "Don't make noise so early in the morning. You're a grown man, can't you have some manners?" Su Le inherited his fearlessness from his mother. He had never been one to back down from trouble.

"Your mom owes me money! Forty-five thousand! She ran away, so you have to pay!" Shi Baoya glared with his small eyes, looking like a demon.

Su Le laughed, "What era are we in? You're not Huang Shiren, and I'm not Bai Mao Nu. If my mom owes you money, go after her, not me. I'm actually looking for help. Hurry up and put a missing person ad. I don't have the money, but I can provide a photo."

"Brat! Do you think I won't hit you?"

Su Le looked up at Shi Baoya, "I don't believe you. If you touch me, I'll fight you with a knife. I'm not yet eighteen, so even if I kill you, I won't get the death penalty. At worst, it's life in prison. My mom ran away, and I'm worried about where to eat. Having the government take care of me for life isn't bad."

Shi Baoya and the two burly men felt a chill run down their spines. This kid looked friendly, but his words were ruthless. They couldn't afford to tangle with him if he really got serious.

Shi Baoya's eyes darted around, and he had an idea, "If you don't have the money, then use your family's shop as collateral."

Su Le said, "Why don't you sue her in court? If the court gives the small Dongfeng to you, I have no objections. If not, I'm the legal heir, and it's not your turn."

"You..." Shi Baoya was fuming.

Just as Shi Baoya was about to start pounding on the small Dongfeng again, a white Crown car drove up and stopped in front of the shop. The door opened, and a black silk-clad leg emerged, followed by a black high-heeled shoe. Then a short-haired beauty in a black OL outfit stepped out.

She was about 1.7 meters tall, with a great figure. Her short hair was neat, her eyebrows were arched, her eyes were clear, and her skin was fair and smooth.

By Su Le's strict standards for beauty, she could score over 80 points.

The beauty looked up at the old sign of the small Dongfeng and nodded, "This is the place!"

Su Le walked over, "Miss, who are you looking for?" He was always polite to beautiful women.

Su Le always had a friendly smile. Though not exceptionally handsome, he gave a good first impression and was easy to like.

The beauty smiled, "You must be Su Le!" She extended her hand.

Seeing the white, delicate hand extended toward him, Su Le, being a teenager, thought directly. He had always been bolder than his peers and didn't hesitate to take her hand. It was just touching a hand, not a butt or a chest. Why hesitate? It felt good in the early morning. Su Le thought about how he hadn't washed his hands after getting out of bed and wondered if his smell would stick to her hand. This thought made him smile, a bit evilly, but a 17-year-old's evil smile still looked harmless.

The beauty didn't suspect anything. She didn't know what this sunny-looking boy was thinking as he held her hand. She continued to smile, "I'm Song Xiaobai from the New Yuejiang Catering Chain. Here's my business card."

Su Le released Song Xiaobai's smooth hand and took her card. The card was elegantly designed, with a light yellow antique color and black Song script. The vertical layout was rare and emitted a faint fragrance, whether from the card itself or Song Xiaobai's scent. It was very pleasant. Su Le read the text carefully and smiled, "Miss Song, what brings you here?"

Song Xiaobai said, "In fact, I'm here to inform you that this bar has been officially acquired by us."

"What? I didn't know that." Su Le was incredulous. He considered himself a major shareholder and the future sole heir of the small Dongfeng. How could he not know about such a significant event? His mother had kept him completely in the dark, making him feel ignored and resentful.

Song Xiaobai said, "We legally purchased the property rights to the small Dongfeng through formal channels. We have all the necessary legal documents." She pointed to the adjacent buildings, "We started acquiring old houses on Chunfeng Street six months ago. The only obstacle was the small Dongfeng, but all issues were resolved yesterday. I'm here to inform you that you need to move out within three days." Song Xiaobai was beautiful and spoke softly, but her words were a final ultimatum. She even showed Su Le the transfer contract signed by Su Meihong.

Su Le now understood everything. His mother had lost the small Dongfeng, and now she had left him with nowhere to live. "Mother, mother! Even tigers don't eat their cubs, but you're ruthless." The beautiful woman in front of him, though attractive, was here to evict him. Truly, the tongue of a viper, the sting of a bee, neither is as venomous as a woman's heart.

Shi Baoya, equally frustrated, walked over, "Why do you say the small Dongfeng is yours? Su Meihong owes me money. If you want to take the house, you have to pay her debt first."

Song Xiaobai ignored him. To her, Shi Baoya was just a low-level thug. She turned to leave, but Shi Baoya blocked her path. Song Xiaobai smiled, raised her right leg, and swiftly kicked him in the groin.

Shi Baoya screamed in pain, clutching his crotch and hopping around. Song Xiaobai returned to the Crown car, and the driver sped away.

The only sound left on Chunfeng Street was Shi Baoya's curses, "Damn woman... Ouch... You crushed my balls..."

During the new book period, I will update two chapters daily. After going live, I will enter the high-speed update phase. I hope new and old readers will support and recommend the book, so that "Food and Color" can quickly climb the new book chart!

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