Ping An Restaurant 1-4

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Chapter 1:

Leshan County, a small county town in the north, is located next to Leshan City.
Along a street on the east side of the town, there are many old-fashioned two-story wooden houses, the first floor serving as storefronts and the second floor as living quarters.

At the end of the street, there is a newly renovated small restaurant called Ping An Restaurant, named
after An.

Li Ping An is twenty-seven years old, tall and handsome, but still single. He spent the past few years
working hard in other places to earn money, and now, with some savings, he has returned to the county town to open this small restaurant.

Li Ping An's culinary skills are quite good; he has worked as a sous chef in a third-tier hotel in a big city. Returning to the county town to open a restaurant
is somewhat of a waste of his talents, but it also brings him more freedom, since it's his own restaurant and he doesn't have to take
orders from the hotel anymore.

"Ping An, the renovation is pretty good."

That day, Li Ping An was wiping the restaurant tables in preparation for the opening when a woman in her thirties
walked in and remarked, looking at the newly renovated storefront.

"Sister Li's here. It was just a quick fix, but it'll do." Li Ping An said with a smile, quickly
inviting to a seat and placing a drink in front of her.

The restaurant didn't belong to Ping An; Sister Li was the owner, and she was there to
collect rent .

"Sister Li, I heard the other shops next door pay rent annually, why do I have to pay monthly?"
Ping An asked, sitting opposite Sister Li.

During the month of renovation, Li Ping An had become familiar with the owners of the neighboring shops. To the right of the restaurant was
a small shop, and to the left was a mahjong parlor. Ping An learned that their rents were paid annually.

"Sister Li just wanted to see you more often," Sister Li said, leaning against the table, one hand supporting her chin, her expression
slightly seductive.

Li Ping'an was taken aback, not expecting Sister Li to say that.

Sister Li was very beautiful, with a ponytail, tall and voluptuous. Although she was wearing a
red autumn tracksuit today, her two magnificent breasts were still faintly visible.

"Sister Li, please don't joke around," Li Ping'an said with a smile.

"Sister Li, I'm not joking with you. My short-lived husband passed away a long time ago. If it weren't for these
shops left to me, I don't know how I would have supported myself and my two children." Sister Li's expression was somewhat resentful.

"It's been tough for Sister Li all these years."

Ping'an was not a detached person, especially after living in the big city for so many years, he was quite
knowledgeable about matters between men and women. He understood Sister Li's implication and reached out to hold a delicate hand on the table.

Sister Li's hand was very fair and small, clearly not the result of frequent manual labor. Ping'an
held in his own, gently stroking the smooth back of her hand with his thumb.

"How's the tidying up upstairs going?" Feeling Ping'an's gentle caress, Sister Li
asked with eyes full of desire.

"I'll take Sister Li upstairs to have a look." Ping An didn't let go of Sister Li's hand, and led her up the stairs to
the second floor.

The second floor had two bedrooms, a living room, and a bathroom. The space was quite spacious, but because they had just moved in, there was nothing else besides the
two beds and two wardrobes in the two bedrooms, making it feel a bit chilly.

As soon as Ping An led Sister Li to his bedroom, Sister Li couldn't wait to hug Ping An's
waist , and her two delicate hands began to grope Ping An's firm chest.

Ping An didn't expect Sister Li to be so proactive. Feeling two breasts pressed tightly against his back, and smelling a
sweet fragrance , Ping An could no longer control himself. His pants reacted first, and a tent was pitched.

He removed Sister Li's two groping hands, turned around, and pressed Sister Li against the wall. His lower body pressed against
Sister Li's lower abdomen. Looking at Sister Li's flushed face and eyes that seemed to be dripping with tears, Ping An directly kissed Sister Li's
red lips .

Li Jie's red lips were moist and slightly cool. Before Ping An could even savor them, a hot, fragrant tongue
pried open his lips and began a lively battle with his own. Li Jie's jade-like arms also tightly wrapped around
Ping An's neck.

While battling with Li Jie's tongue, Ping An's hands moved from Li Jie's waist, through
her coat , and embraced her slender waist.

Without lingering on her waist, Ping An's one hand caressed Li Jie's smooth back, while the other
reached down to her firm, round buttocks, gently kneading them.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Li Jie, her lips sealed by Ping An's touch, followed his caresses, letting out seductive
moans .

Li Jie's moans were like an aphrodisiac, completely igniting Ping An's lust.

Leaving Li Jie's fiery red lips and withdrawing his hands from her body, Li Ping bent down slightly, wrapped
his arms around Li Jie's thighs, and lifted her off the ground, heading towards the single bed in the corner of the bedroom.

Li Jie obediently wrapped her arms around Ping An's neck, letting him do as he pleased.

Gently laying Li Jie flat on the bed, Ping An removed her red coat, revealing a
white Beneath the vest was a black bra that covered Li Jie's full breasts. Even with the two layers
of clothing, Ping An could still see the two erect nipples at the tips of her breasts.

It seemed Li Jie exercised regularly, maintaining a perfect figure; she didn't look like she was in her thirties at all,
but rather like a student in her twenties.

Ping An swallowed hard, not lingering too long on her breasts, and shifted his gaze to Li Jie's
lower body , grabbing her sweatpants and slowly pulling them down.

The first thing that caught Ping An's eye was a pair of black thongs, concealing his private area, followed by a pair of long,
slender legs. The stark contrast between them deeply stimulated Ping An's mind,
causing his penis to throb violently.

"Come on..."

While Ping An was still admiring Sister Li's figure, Sister Li, already impatient, opened her arms and seduced him.

Sister Li desperately needed Ping An's caresses and powerful thrusts.

Hearing Sister Li's call, Ping An quickly took off his shirt and pants. Just as Ping An was about to...
Just as Ping An was about to take off his only underwear, a clear and melodious voice came from downstairs.

"Is anyone home?"

Ping An and Sister Li were both startled, not expecting anyone to disturb them at this crucial moment.

"Ignore her."

Sister Li got up and pulled Ping An down onto her, her red lips kissing his ear repeatedly. One of
her delicate hands slipped inside his underwear and grasped Ping An's erect penis, beginning to gently caress it.

Ping An's initial intention to stop was shattered by Sister Li's actions. He placed his hands on Sister Li's breasts, passionately responding to
her initiative.

"Is anyone home?"

The voice from downstairs asked again, followed by the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs into the bedroom.

"Damn it, what's going on?!"

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Ping An could no longer continue. He broke free from Sister Li's embrace, hurriedly
put on the clothes he had thrown on the bed, and left the bedroom. Sister Li, her face flushed, wore a
resentful expression.

"Who are you? Why did you come all the way upstairs?"

Ping An had just stepped out of his bedroom when he saw a pretty figure with a backpack standing in the second-floor living room. He immediately said
angrily .

"Hello, are you the restaurant owner? I'm here for a job interview."

The girl's clear voice rang out again. She showed no remorse or apology for barging in and ruining Ping An's plans;
instead, she exuded a somewhat naive and innocent charm.

"A job interview?" Ping An hesitated for a moment. He had assumed she was there to eat, but it turned out she was here for a job interview.

A few days ago, Ping An had posted a notice on the door recruiting waiters, but no one had come for days. He
had been considering whether to raise the salary, but today, at this crucial moment, someone showed up.

The girl looked to be in her early twenties, with delicate features, short hair, and a vibrant style. She wore
a red and white plaid shirt and jeans.

"Have you ever done this kind of work before?" Ping An asked after sizing up the girl.

"Yes, I worked as a waiter in a hotel in another city for two years," the girl replied.

"What's your name?"

"Zhang Xiaolan."

"Just like the notice says. I provide room and board. The current salary is 2000 yuan per month,
2500 yuan if you don't stay. It might increase later. If you're okay with it, you can start work tomorrow. I need staff for my opening tomorrow,
" Ping An said.

"Of course, but can I move in now?" Xiaolan nodded immediately and
asked.

"Now? Sure." Ping An didn't expect Xiaolan to agree so readily and nodded in agreement.

But as soon as he agreed, Ping An changed his mind. Sister Li was still there. How could he forget her? Was it too
late to change his mind now?

"Which bedroom do I stay in?" Xiaolan asked happily.

"You stay in this one." Before Ping An could speak, Sister Li, who was dressed, came out of the bedroom and pointed to another
empty room.

"Thank you, landlady." Xiaolan had obviously misunderstood and thanked Sister Li, then went into the empty
bedroom to look around.

"I'll pay the rent next time, I'm leaving now." Watching Xiaolan walk into the bedroom, Sister Li said to Ping An and
went downstairs.

Before leaving, Sister Li secretly reached out and pinched Ping An's waist hard to show her
displeasure.

Watching Xiaolan unpack her backpack and start taking clothes out, Ping An sighed helplessly. What kind of situation
was this ?

"There's a shop right next door, they sell bedding. If you don't want the hassle of going back to get it, you can buy it
there ," Ping An said to Xiaolan, standing at the door of her bedroom.

"Boss, I don't even know your name yet?" Xiaolan turned to look at Ping An and asked.

"My name is Li Ping An," Ping An said.

"Um, Brother Ping An, I don't have a single penny on me right now. Could you lend me two hundred yuan to buy
bedding ? Consider it an advance on next month's salary," Xiaolan said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Huh???" Ping An was completely dumbfounded by Xiaolan's words.

"Brother Ping An, don't worry, I'm definitely not lying to you. I really don't have a single penny on me right now."
Seeing Ping An's questioning gaze, Xiao Lan hurriedly explained.

"Since you don't have any money, why don't you go home and get your bedding?" Ping An asked with a hint of doubt.

"I'm too ashamed to go home." Hearing the word "home," Xiao Lan suddenly fell silent, looking down at the floor. After
a moment, she finally spoke.

"Here's two hundred yuan." Seeing Xiao Lan's silent expression, Ping An felt a pang of heartache.
Without asking any more questions, he took out two hundred yuan and handed it to Xiao Lan.

Chapter

Two The next day, Ping An's restaurant officially opened. Ping An specially bought a set of firecrackers and lit them at the entrance
to inform the nearby residents that a small shop had opened.

"Ping An, today we'll be your restaurant's first customers and try your cooking."
The owners of the nearby mahjong parlor and shops heard the firecrackers from Ping An's restaurant and came over to support him immediately.

The mahjong parlor owner, Old Zhang, was a well-off man in his forties with very little
hair, his head gleaming. The shop owner, Old Wang, was nearly sixty, with gray hair. He often
went to the mahjong parlor to play a few rounds, and his son and daughter-in-law mostly managed the shop.

"Welcome, welcome," Ping An greeted them with a smile. He

led them to a table, where Xiao Lan handed them a pot of tea and a menu.

"To know if someone's cooking is good, the simpler the dish, the better you can taste their skill. Let's start with Kung Pao Chicken," 　　Old Zhang said. "I can't eat greasy food, so I'll have braised pork," Old Wang said. 　　"Haha, Old Wang, your hypocrisy is as pronounced as ever," Old Zhang laughed. 　　The two ultimately ordered four dishes and a few bottles of beer. Ping An first served them a cold dish, then began working in the kitchen. 　　Soon, steaming hot and delicious dishes were brought to the table.

"Ping An, I've eaten at all the restaurants in the county, big and small, and your cooking is absolutely top-notch."
Old Wang gave Ping An, who was still busy in the kitchen, a thumbs up.

"With you saying that, I'm relieved." Ping An came over with a bowl of hot soup, smiling
as he spoke.

After the food and drinks were served, the two men drank a few cups with Ping An, and finally left satisfied, saying they
would come to Ping An's restaurant for lunch every day. They kept their word, coming whenever they had time.

Ping An had initially planned to refuse payment, since they were neighbors, but Old Zhang insisted that the first sale
shouldn't be empty-handed. Ping An agreed and reluctantly accepted.

The street where Ping An's restaurant was located wasn't bustling; there weren't many people or cars passing by, but not a few either.

They had expected a good response on their first day, but after Old Wang and Old Zhang left, not a single person
came. Ping An and Xiao Lan sat there all afternoon until evening, when Old Wang and Old Zhang returned to the restaurant.

"It's the first day of business, and nobody knows about your restaurant yet. Don't worry, with your skills, things will
definitely improve." The two people next door, who were in the mahjong parlor, knew very well the number of customers at Ping An's restaurant that afternoon and
offered words of comfort.

"Yes, there's still a long way to go," Ping An said with a smile.

At nine o'clock in the evening, seeing that there were no more pedestrians on the street, Ping An decided not to wait any longer and closed
the shop, returning to the second floor to rest. Xiao Lan went upstairs after arranging the tables and chairs.

The first day's sales made Ping An a little sad. Without washing up, he went straight to bed, read an e-book
for a while, and then fell asleep. However, Ping An hadn't fallen into a deep sleep when he was
awakened .

From the other side of the wall behind him came a series of sounds of the bed board hitting the wall. In the quiet of the night, he
could vaguely hear a woman's moans and a man's panting.

Without guessing, Ping An already knew what was happening next door: Old Wang's son and daughter-in-law were trying to make a baby.

The young couple had been busy with this lately, doing it almost every day or two. They were really
into it, but it was tough on Ping An. The old building didn't have good soundproofing; he could hear the couple making love
next .

"Mmm...husband...faster...ah...ah..."

The sound of the bed hitting the wall grew more intense, and Ping An's blood boiled. His penis was already
erect, making a tent in his pants.

Ping An pulled down his pants and underwear, releasing his magnificent penis, which immediately stood erect, throbbing
incessantly , expressing his unbearable desire.

Accompanying the moans beside him, Ping An wrapped his hands around his hard penis and began to rhythmically shake
it .

"Husband...faster...I can't take it...ah...ah..."

"Wife...I'm coming too...ah...ah..."

With a few more violent impacts from the bed, the moans next door reached their peak, then subsided.
At this moment, Ping An's hands also shook at their fastest speed; he felt himself about to reach his climax.

"Ah..."

With a deep, guttural cry, Ping An's waist arched upwards, and a thick stream of semen
gushed , shooting into the air. His erect penis ejaculated several times before finally stopping, gradually becoming limp
.

Ping An caught his breath for a moment, and once he had calmed down, he began to wipe away the semen that had dripped onto his waist
and other areas with tissues placed by the bedside.

After cleaning himself up, Ping An lit a cigarette and lay down on the bed to smoke. When the cigarette was finished, drowsiness
returned , and Ping An fell into a deep sleep.

In the morning, Ping An woke up, his eyes still blurry, and walked out of the bedroom to go to the bathroom.

"Ah!!!"

Ping An pushed open the bathroom door and went in, only to be startled awake by a scream of shame and anger.
His previously drowsy mind instantly cleared.

Inside the bathroom, Xiaolan had pulled down her pants and was squatting in front of Ping An to relieve herself. Because it was an old-style building,
the bathroom had a squat toilet, and half of Xiaolan's fair and round buttocks were directly exposed to Ping An.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Ping An apologized awkwardly, quickly closing the bathroom door
and returning to his bedroom.

He was used to living alone and had forgotten that there was someone else now. He needed to change
his old habits, but the scene he had just witnessed kept replaying in his mind, and his penis was aroused.

Only after hearing Xiaolan return to her bedroom did Ping An come out to avoid the embarrassment of running into her again.

The atmosphere today was better than yesterday. Besides Old Zhang and Old Wang's support, three more tables
of customers Although it wasn't many, it was still a good sign.

Because of what happened that morning, Ping An and Xiaolan were quite awkward. Ping An wanted to sincerely apologize, but
Xiaolan seemed to be deliberately avoiding him, even separating from him during the meal and not saying a word.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the restaurant's business finally picked up. These past few days,
there haven't been any empty seats at lunchtime; all eight tables were occupied.

This kept Ping An and Xiao Lan extremely busy, with no time to rest during mealtimes
.

That afternoon, after seeing off the last table of customers, Ping An finally had a moment to stretch and come out of the kitchen.

Xiao Lan was cleaning up the dishes and utensils left behind by customers. Today, she was wearing white
leggings that accentuated the curves of her thighs and hips beautifully.

Ping An's gaze also fell on Xiao Lan's back, not drawn to her shapely buttocks, but noticing
a noticeable bloodstain between her thighs. It wasn't noticeable when Xiao Lan was standing normally, but it was clearly visible
when bent over.

"Are you on your period?" Ping An approached Xiao Lan and asked softly.

"How did you know?" The initial embarrassment had long since faded, but hearing Ping An's
sudden question, Xiao Lan immediately showed a shy and confused expression.

"Your pants are stained red with menstrual blood, go upstairs and change," Ping An said.

"Huh???"

Xiao Lan hurriedly turned her head to look at her buttocks, but how could she see that? It wasn't until Xiao Lan lifted her waistband...
Seeing the bloodstain on her apron and then looking down at her lower abdomen, Xiaolan finally believed Ping An's words.

"I'll go change right away," Xiaolan said, blushing as she hurriedly ran upstairs.

That evening, after closing the shop, Xiaolan was still cleaning the first floor, while Ping An went back to the second floor first.

As Ping An went into the bathroom to wash up, he immediately noticed a basin in the corner with two pieces of clothing in
it .

They were Xiaolan's pants and a pair of pink underwear that she had changed out of during the day. The underwear still had a bright red
bloodstain on it, indicating that Xiaolan had taken it off that afternoon but hadn't had time to wash it and had just left it in the corner.

For the past two weeks, Xiaolan had worked very hard and diligently, and she was also very hardworking. She basically
did everything without being told, and there wasn't a single mistake.

This afternoon, there weren't many customers, and there was a long period of free time. Xiaolan could have easily taken the time to come
up and clean, but she didn't. She was either wiping the tables in front or helping to wash vegetables in the kitchen.

"Maybe I should give her a raise." After calculating Xiaolan's earnings over the past two weeks, Ping An decided to give her
a 500 yuan raise. He had seen Xiaolan's hard work, and if it weren't for other expenses, he would have liked to give her
a 1000 yuan raise.

At the same time, Ping An was very puzzled. Logically speaking, why would such a good girl like Xiaolan leave
the big city to work in the county town? The money earned in the big city was incomparable to that in the county town.

A new day began. After getting up in the morning, Ping An went to the bathroom to wash up and suddenly noticed the wastebasket next to him, and
his brows furrowed.

When he went downstairs, Xiaolan had already started mopping the floor. Today she was wearing a dark blue pair of jeans,
and Ping An clearly noticed that compared to yesterday, Xiaolan's thighs were padded with a thicker layer.

"Xiaolan, come here for a moment, I have something to tell you." Ping An walked to the counter and called to Xiaolan.

"What is it, boss?" Xiaolan asked, puzzled.

“You’ve worked very hard these past two weeks, so I’ve decided to give you a 500 yuan raise. Here’s 1000 yuan,
as an advance payment for your wages for these two weeks.” Ping An took out 1000 yuan and handed it to Xiao Lan.

“Thank you, boss,” Xiao Lan said with delight.

The first thing Xiao Lan did after receiving the money was go to the nearby shop, then
returned and went up to the second floor.

Ping An didn’t say anything; he knew exactly what Xiao Lan was doing. Thinking about this, Ping An
couldn’t help but curse himself a few times. As the restaurant owner, he didn’t care about his employees at all.

Of the 200 yuan he gave Xiao Lan, she had spent over 100 yuan on bedding, plus toiletries
, etc., leaving no money left. This time, Xiao Lan had her period and didn’t even have money to buy sanitary napkins, so she had to use several layers of
toilet paper underneath.

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