347: National Restaurant

It was almost 9 PM when the three of them finished their meal.

Pan Han took Wang Doudou to the underground garage to get the car, and after separating her luxury items, the two groups went their separate ways.

"I'm free tomorrow, I'll keep you company," Yan Xiaoli said, rubbing her stomach, fantasizing about digesting a bit more quickly.

"When you went downstairs to buy things just now, did you notice anything?" Pan Han asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Hmm, there's a small shop, a convenience store, and two chain restaurants. I can't remember anything else," Yan Xiaoli replied after thinking, not understanding what Pan Han meant.

"There are also two small, dingy eateries, probably husband-and-wife shops."

"I didn't really notice, what about them?"

"I want to take over all four of these restaurants and open my own restaurant."

"Huh? What's all this about?" Yan Xiaoli had thought Pan Han was going to see the little girl tomorrow and have a father-daughter meal.

She hadn't expected his thoughts to turn to opening a restaurant.

"That place has a lot of foot traffic, and there's a food street nearby. Opening a restaurant there shouldn't be a problem," Pan Han muttered to himself.

"Why are you opening a restaurant? You're not short on money. Besides, how much money can a restaurant make?"

"Who said I want to make money?" Pan Han gave Yan Xiaoli a sly look and reached out to touch her thigh.

Yan Xiaoli willingly parted her legs, revealing her slender, straight thighs and shiny black stockings.

"If you're not making money, why open a restaurant?"

"You're making a movie, and I didn't plan to make money from that either, did I?"

"That's true." Yan Xiaoli nodded. Pan Han had indeed never said the movie needed to be profitable.

It was just her pride acting up, swearing to be worthy of Pan Han's investment and trust.

"Actually, I want to open a National Restaurant." Pan Han's hand slid deeper into her thigh, and Yan Xiaoli couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"You're so bad! Can't you just drive properly!" The two hadn't been intimate for a long time, and Yan Xiaoli was getting aroused by his touch.

"I am driving!" Pan Han chuckled.

"Alright, alright, you drive!" Yan Xiaoli spread her legs wide, not caring at all.

Pan Han, instead, smiled, and his hand became much more well-behaved, stopping there.

It was very warm.

"Hold on, you're making me dizzy. What's a National Restaurant?" Yan Xiaoli's mind slowly returned to clarity as Pan Han continued.

"It's a restaurant where ordinary people can eat their fill and eat well for very little money," Pan Han said seriously, unable to resist giving Yan Xiaoli a gentle pinch.

"Then it definitely won't make money. You're planning to do charity."

"It won't make money, but it won't lose money either, right?"

"Then what are you after? Do you want to become famous?"

"I'm not after anything; I just want to do this." Pan Han squeezed her soft thigh again.

"Then with just one restaurant, what kind of National Restaurant is that?"

"This one is just a pilot; eventually, I plan to open a hundred thousand of them! Every town will have one." Pan Han spread his palm, grasping half of Yan Xiaoli's thigh, exploring up and down.

"A hundred thousand??? How many people would that employ!" Hearing that number, Yan Xiaoli immediately thought of the world's largest fast-food chain.

McDonald's only has just over 30,000 restaurants.

And you're saying you want to open a hundred thousand!

How many people are there in China? 1.4 billion people, so on average, there would be one National Restaurant for every 14,000 people??

"Too small!" Pan Han said meaningfully, hearing her surprise.

"What's too small?" Yan Xiaoli looked at her thighs, then at her chest, not knowing what Pan Han was talking about.

"I said your perspective is too small! What are you looking at? You old pervert!" Seeing her like that, Pan Han couldn't help but scratch her twice more!

"Aiya!"

Yan Xiaoli couldn't help but cry out, her expression both enjoying and shy, her mouth still not well-behaved: "What perspective is too small?"

"It's not about how many people are employed. It's about how many jobs are created! And I'm telling you, the salaries of National Restaurant employees must be higher than the local average wage," Pan Han declared with great ambition.

"May I ask, young hero, where is your money coming from?" Yan Xiaoli was a bit overwhelmed by Pan Han, and in her distracted state, she asked a question she normally wouldn't touch.

"Hehe. Your boss might be so poor now that all he has left is money."

"Are we almost home?" Yan Xiaoli's expression began to contort, looking like a volcano about to erupt.

"Almost there." Pan Han withdrew his hand, returning to driving honestly.

"Let's talk about something." After a long while, Yan Xiaoli said, her face flushed and panting softly.

"Speak."

"In the future, when you're talking about serious matters, can you please be serious?"

"You first use this cup to hold on for a bit." Pan Han, seeing Yan Xiaoli's state, also shook his head.

Finally, the car arrived at the underground garage of the large flat.

The two quickly went upstairs, kissed, undressed... Two hours later, Yan Xiaoli lay disheveled on the bed, her eyes hazy as she stared at the ceiling.

"Damn it!"

"What's wrong?" Pan Han asked contentedly, crossing his legs and smoking a post-coital cigarette.

"I'm hungry again!" Yan Xiaoli's stomach rumbled. The exercise just now had been too intense, consuming an astonishing amount of energy!

"It's almost midnight; you're not going to eat a late-night snack, are you?" Pan Han looked at the time, then at Yan Xiaoli.

"I don't care, I want to eat! You go make it for me." Not only was Yan Xiaoli's stomach rumbling, but her thighs were also cramping a bit; she couldn't move at all.

"Damn it, in the future, the National Restaurant will definitely have a post-war meal, specially for people like us." Pan Han grumbled, but still got up to prepare the food.

"You rest for a bit. Don't forget to brush your teeth later! It wouldn't be good to eat my son." After getting out of bed, Pan Han didn't forget to remind Yan Xiaoli.

"I know, why are you so annoying? Have I eaten little enough!" Yan Xiaoli said with her last ounce of strength.

Pan Han walked away with a grin and went to the kitchen.

Instant noodles, eggs, luncheon meat! Pan Han opened the refrigerator and saw that there was only this stuff.

Besides that, there was leftover rice from lunch.

"Then I'll let you taste my soy sauce fried rice. It's a family heirloom from Lao Pan's family!" Pan Han suddenly thought of what to make.

Two bowls of rice, two eggs, half a block of luncheon meat diced, half a spoon of soy sauce, and a little chopped green onion.

Stir-fried over high heat, creating that wok hei, then done and plated.

Pan Han also took out a carton of milk, a portion of kimchi, and a bag of lemon chicken feet.

After arranging everything, he called Yan Xiaoli to come eat.

At this moment, Yan Xiaoli had just finished brushing her teeth and ran over, clutching her stomach.

"Wow! So rich!" Yan Xiaoli smelled the aroma, her mouth almost watering, and she sat down and started eating.

"Is it good?" Pan Han asked with a smile, watching Yan Xiaoli devour her food.

This woman needed to be fed from top to bottom!

"Mmm, mmm, delicious, delicious!"

Yan Xiaoli didn't look up, only focused on shoveling rice into her mouth, occasionally stuffing in a chicken foot.

The aroma of rice, eggs, and side dishes, multiple flavors mixed together, Yan Xiaoli ate with great pleasure.

"I hope that every late night in the future, if someone can't afford a meal, they will think of the National Restaurant first." Pan Han looked in the direction of the father and daughter, secretly vowing in his heart.