A man with big ambitions

That day, I was on the subway coming back, I don't know if it was because of hatred or the desire to be ambitious, a nameless fire rushed straight to the brain!

At first, I thought I wanted revenge, but then I squeezed from Hepingli to Wukesong, and I figured out that it was not revenge.

I am not a man with a passion for work, perhaps "The Mediterranean" and Aiting can find me, is to see I do not care about work this lazy energy, another person, no one will cooperate with this nonsensical game. At least in the years after graduation, I was not a man with big ambitions and never felt that my future could be even remotely related to a successful person.

However, this time, I suddenly realized something - the reason why I can't get excited about going to work is that these jobs are not something I like to do. And in my bones, I always think that if people can't do what they like in this life, can't live the life they like, this life will be in vain!

This self-insight has opened my eyes and given me a new lease on life. I plan to do what I like from now on. Thinking about this, I was so proud and full of power!

The emotion is temporary, life is sometimes always a place of hurt. At home for half a month, but also did not want to understand what they like to do, the passion in the chest is a little receding, born out of countless frustration.

Dad couldn't stand it anymore, sighing and throwing me a set of keys: "In the future, you can eat or starve, it all depends on your toss!"

This is the key to the family's small restaurant, which Dad and Mom have been operating for more than ten years, and the business is just enough to make ends meet.

See Dad is to take over the meaning of me. He said, "Your mother and I are also old, and can not do it anymore. This small store to you, you can do something to do something it. Your father does not have little money, but also for you to buy a car, can not afford to buy a house. In the future, no matter how the development, I can only send you to this point."

I looked at the keys for half a day, and suddenly inspiration burst out, the passion rekindled: "Dad, the store to me, then I can follow my ideas to do? No matter what you make, you don't care?"

Three months later, my "Young Zone" was opened.

Yes, I opened this store for young people. I have thought it through, so I can call it a hobby, there are only two things, one is to be comfortable, and the other is to make friends. By opening my restaurant to serve young people, not only do I not have to look up to others, but I can also make friends with young customers, perfect.

As for how to open this "Young Zone", I'll figure it out as I go along.

I bought a cabinet of foreign wine to put aside, a coffee machine, and a bunch of books that young people like to decorate the store.

After more than a month of opening, not many young people came, but many old customers, most of them pushed the door and shouted: "Yo, the face has changed! Where is your father? Have a Kung Pao chicken rice."

At first, I resisted and even drove people away, but then I had to make concessions under economic pressure.

On the barstools and under the crystal lights that I paid a lot of money for, there were always people sweating over rice with beer. In a Western restaurant that smelled like chicken and liver, I was filled with despair. Who knows, my kitchen is full of onions and pasta, and the freezer is full of steaks in good quality and quantity. And now I can only watch them onion stir-fry liver tips, steak stewed potatoes, and then burp and say: "Wan, you say you have nothing to do with the whole thing? Before this home-cooked food is much better!"

The dream is foie gras steak, the reality is gnawed up and spit out the ground chicken bones.

The cruelty of reality is so straightforward that it does not even allow a little bit of roundabout warmth. I feel that my unpredictable future, in this from time to time out to put you a small heel in the smell of grease, just beginning.

By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Wan Qian, a small Western restaurant owner who does not have the slightest virtue of modesty - if this place is still called a Western restaurant.