During the New Year's holiday in the past two years, Jinling was more lively than before, and restaurants were not closed during the New Year's holiday like in the past. Otherwise, it would be difficult for Lao Hu to invite me to dinner.

Normally, when they, the teachers, would have dinner together, they would go to Wu Changxin's relatives' house, but that house had been closed for the Chinese New Year a few days ago, so they had no choice but to find another restaurant.

Before a group of people arrived at Xinjiekou, they saw an open restaurant.

It's not a big hotel, but it's quite big. There's a sign at the door that says in calligraphy: Private rooms available.

"These words are well written, which is rare." Wu Changxin praised with a smile.

Everyone lifted up the plastic curtain and walked in. The hall was relatively deserted, except for two young men who had made a small hot pot and were eating.

There is a primary school student behind the counter, lying on the table doing homework.

When he heard someone coming in, the primary school student immediately stood up and asked politely: "Hello, do you want to eat? How many people are there?"

Hu Changqing roughly counted and said, "Eight or nine."

The primary school student nodded and shouted inside, "There are eight or nine distinguished guests, please come into the box!"

This shout was particularly loud and loud, which surprised Yu Dong and the others.

It is estimated that this restaurant has been open for a long time, and this kid has been influenced by it and has the temperament of a hotel waiter all over him.

Following his move, a very capable woman ran out of the kitchen.

"Guys, please come inside, it's warm inside."

Everyone followed the woman into the box. After taking their seats, Hu Changqing asked curiously, "Madam boss, is that your child outside?"

The landlady smiled and said, "Yes, he just entered the sixth grade. There was no one at home during the holidays, so I brought him to the store."

"He loves to study. When we first came in, we saw him doing homework," Wu Changxin said.

The wife of the boss laughed when she heard what Wu Changxin said, "His academic performance is not bad, but he doesn't like to do homework that much. What you saw just now is that he is writing a novel."

"writing a novel?"

Everyone was even more surprised. Yu Dong asked: "He is so young and has probably not read many novels. How could he think of writing novels?"

"Hey, it's not that his father likes to watch, so he also leads the way. I don't understand these things, and I don't care if it doesn't delay my studies. What do you want to have for dinner? It's the Chinese New Year, and my boss is the only one in the kitchen.

You order a few first, and I'll let him do it first."

Hu Changqing casually ordered a few common dishes. After the proprietress ran to explain to the chef, she ran back and continued to order for them.

There was no rush to order this time. Yu Hua asked about his children again, "Can I ask what novels your child likes to read and what novels he is writing now?"

We can't blame Yu Dong and the others for gossiping, this kind of situation is actually relatively rare.

The landlady smiled and said: "I don't know the specifics, but it's so confusing anyway. If you bosses want to know, wait for my boss to finish his work later and let him tell you."

Hearing what the landlady said, Yu Dong and the others couldn't ask any more questions.

"No, no, boss lady, go ahead and get busy, we are just curious."

Later, Yu Dong and the others never mentioned the matter again, and gradually forgot about it. However, the proprietress did not forget about it. When she came to serve the last dish, she said: "I asked just now and said that I was writing

Mystery novels, I don’t understand what a mystery novel is, and I don’t know if the bosses understand it.”

Bi Feiyu smiled and said, "This is even more strange. I thought that such a young child would like martial arts novels. Mystery novels in our country are not very popular."

"That was before." Yu Hua added, "Since Yu Dong wrote "Fatal Identity", mystery novels have also become popular in China. Of course, the key is to do a good job soliciting essays for the mystery novel "Grudge"."

The landlady nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, my child submitted a manuscript to "Sprout" before, but he didn't take it."

"I even submitted a manuscript."

Submitting a manuscript proves that you have written a complete work. No matter how well you write it, you have at least taken the first step and it no longer belongs to the category of self-entertainment.

That's why everyone was so surprised.

"Yes, yes, I just haven't."

The landlady said with a smile, and then went out to get busy.

In the private room, Yu Dong and the others discussed the novel written by the boss's wife's son.

"Writing novels so early means that children still have many ideas, but I am not very optimistic about it. It is too young and focusing on writing novels may not be a good thing." Hu Changqing said.

Wu Changxin said, "It's not necessarily a good thing or a bad thing. We don't know much about his situation, so it's hard to make a conclusion. The world is so big that there are many surprises. Maybe this is a rare genius."

Yu Hua continued: "It would be a good thing if someone could guide me. I'm just afraid that he only cares about writing and wasting the golden age of reading. The more than ten years since he was this age are the most important things in a person's life.

The best years of reading. As we are now, the passion for reading is completely incomparable with that time."

Yu Dong nodded and agreed, "Yu Hua is right, this is a good time for reading. But the landlady also said just now that her boss loves reading, and the children should not read less. And isn't this child the same?

It’s because you read a lot that you think of writing novels, so our worries are unnecessary.”

"I would like to see the manuscript that the child submitted for "Sprouting", a mystery novel written by a sixth-grade primary school student... My requirement for it is that there should be no too many mistakes in the wording and sentence making." Bi Feiyu said with a smile.

"If you really want to see it, you can ask the kid later."

Bi Feiyu shook his head, "It's better to say goodbye, otherwise it will put too much pressure on him."

Yu Hua rolled his eyes, "I just hope that someone will read his novels, otherwise I won't submit them."

…

After the landlady left the box, she went to help her husband with the kitchen.

Tonight's business seems to be over, and after the guests in the box leave, they will also be closing.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! While working, the landlady started chatting about the guests asking about her son, "The guests in the box were quite curious when they saw Mo Wei writing a novel, so they asked a few more questions.

In other words, I think they are all cultural people, and they also know "Grudge"."

Mo Tian smiled: "You know that "Grudge" is a cultural person. You, you think the threshold for being a cultural person is so low."

"Then tell me, what does it mean to be a cultural person?"

"Cultural people..." Mo Tian scratched his head, "I can't say for sure."

"You can't tell." The landlady smiled, "I think you are a cultural person."

"What kind of cultural person am I?"

"Anyway, in my heart, you are a cultural person."

Mo Tian smiled and said nothing more.

The couple was cleaning up the kitchen, and Mo Wei shouted from outside, "Mom, dad, check out."

Mo Tian wiped his hands and said, "I'll go."

Coming out of the kitchen, Mo Tian looked at the menu and was about to settle the accounts for them. As he was settling the accounts, he suddenly saw a somewhat familiar face.

No, not one, but several.

Two days ago, Suzhou TV Station broadcast a special program about the Deep Space Company's annual meeting, and these faces were what Mo Tian saw that day.

Yu Hua, Bi Feiyu, Yu Dong...

He couldn't admit three mistakes at once.

Seeing his boss in a daze, Hu Changqing said with a smile, "Why, are we having trouble calculating the money for food?"

"Oh, no, it's sixty yuan in total."

"Sixty yuan?" Hu Changqing looked at Mo Tian in disbelief, "Boss, did you make a mistake in your calculation? How could it be only sixty yuan? Do you want to ask your boss lady to recalculate it?"

Others also found it strange that they ordered several hard dishes tonight and also got two bottles of wine, which cost more than sixty yuan.

Mo Tian waved his hand, "No, no, the Chinese New Year is coming soon. Our store is holding activities and the food prices are a little cheaper. The main thing is that teachers can eat and drink well."

Every teacher……

Yu Hua discovered the problem.

The landlady always calls them boss, but when it comes to the boss, she calls them teachers.

In all likelihood, this boss knows him and others.

Yu Hua smiled and said: "Secretary Hu, I guess this boss knows you."

"Do you know me?" Hu Changqing looked at the other party doubtfully.

The boss smiled and said to Yu Hua, "Actually, I know you, Teacher Yu Hua."

Yu Hua didn't expect that the boss knew him, so he asked with surprise: "Boss, how do you know me?"

"Actually, I not only know you, but I also know Teacher Yu Dong and Teacher Bi Feiyu." Mo Tian said.

Mo Wei, who was standing next to him, blinked, "Yu Dong?"

Mo Tian patted his son on the head and said with a smile, "My boy is also a fan of Teacher Yu Dong's books. He especially likes to read the book "Fatal Identity"."

Wu Changxin laughed, "Just now we were discussing this kid's novel writing, but I didn't expect him to be a fan of Yu Dong's books. But I didn't even expect that there are elementary school students who like to read "Fatal Identity"."

Lao Wu put it euphemistically. In fact, he felt that a book like "Fatal Identity" was not suitable for primary school students. After all, it was too dark for children.

But then again, it seems that none of Yu Dong's novels are suitable for primary school students. Only "The Martian" is more relaxed, but it involves a lot of scientific knowledge that primary school students may not understand.

It was the first time for Yu Dong to meet such a young book lover. He looked at Mo Wei in surprise, "Kid, I heard from your mother that you also write mystery novels, and you also submitted "Brudge". There is something for you over there.
To be continued...