private kitchen

At the beginning, Lin Yize had more phone calls, but gradually they became less and less. After more than ten days, sometimes there were no calls for three or four days in a row.

He Qingshan was afraid of causing trouble to him, so he didn't dare to call him, but he kept thinking about it every day, so he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and couldn't cheer up anything. He was a person who couldn't hide things on his face. After a long time, not only his family members, but even the diners who had served earlier could see it.

"Hey, what's wrong with your Qingshan?" Mr. Hu frowned, "I got the wrong money three times this morning, this little face is drooping, that little brow is frowning... tsk tsk..."

Master Hu said while poking Xu Anguo, winked and said in a low voice, "Did you get dumped by that or something?"

"Go, go! You old man!! Why are you talking nonsense all day long!" Xu Anguo frowned and waved at him, and handed him a steamed bun: "Hurry up and have breakfast!"

"I don't care about him!" Mr. Hu said so, but happily took the bun and left, but Xu Anguo looked at He Qingshan's flat back and couldn't help sighing.

He Qingshan's appearance made him feel a little worried. Yu Qinghong told him yesterday evening that Qingshan's current appearance was not quite right. He also said that Lin Yize had been on a business trip for two weeks, and he didn't make many calls. He didn't know what was going on. .

The whole family could see that there must be something wrong, but they didn't know how to speak up. Seeing the child's lack of energy all day long, he didn't say anything on the surface, but he was worried behind his back.

"Hey! Master Tiger!!" Xu Anguo suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly shouted: "Come on! Come here!"

Master Hu came over with the bun in his mouth: "What's wrong?"

Xu Anguo looked at He Qingshan who was spreading eggs, turned his body over, and lowered his voice: "I asked you when your son will come back?"

"Who knows when that bastard will come back?!" Hearing this, the old man became a little unhappy, and began to mutter: "That brat doesn't come back once a week! It's so pissing! It's not filial at all!!"

"Okay! He came back last week!!" Xu Anguo pushed him: "My child is at work, and I can still come back every day to see you, a weird old man!?"

"Cut! What class do you go to! Surround that kid surnamed Guan every day, and he still knows his grandpa??" Mr. Hu said with a sullen face, "Boss Guan is going to be closer than grandpa soon!"

"Yo!!" Xu Anguo's eyes widened as if he had discovered something, he looked left and right, and lowered his voice: "Could your son be...??"

"What is it??!" Grandpa Hu's face was still gloomy, as if he didn't understand what Xu Anguo said: "Who knows what he is!!?? When I was young, I said I liked my grandpa the most. Don’t tell his grandpa anymore, maybe someday he will completely forget about his grandpa!”

"That's enough, that's enough!" Xu Anguo interrupted him: "It's been said that the child is going to work, but that's his job!! Every day you go around you old man, who pays him, no salary, his grandfather who washes his feet Who bought the basin, the massage chair!!"

Mr. Hu was speechless by what he said, so he could only snort again angrily. Xu Anguo quickly pulled him aside, and said in a low voice: "I'm telling you something serious! Look at Qingshan, who is out of his mind every day. I don’t know what’s wrong with that Mr. Lin. He hasn’t come back for more than half a month, and he doesn’t make many phone calls. I asked his mother and he definitely wouldn’t tell him. Ask him what's going on..."

"Okay!" Mr. Hu agreed without hesitation: "I'll call Huzi in a while!"

Xu Anguo let out a sigh of relief, and reached out to pat Master Hu on the shoulder to express his gratitude.

Mr. Hu narrowed his eyes, looked like he was wrapped around me, and walked away with a bun.

Lu Yan came back according to his grandfather's order, but naturally he didn't say anything, he just heard from Guan Zhe that Lin Yize was in the south, but luckily things went smoothly.

He Qingshan felt his heart relax a little bit, but he was still a little uneasy. He looked at Lu Yan, a little pitiful.

Lu Yan patted his head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, your Mr. Lin is a ghost, and he can't have any accidents." Then he knocked on He Qingshan's head: "You are so old, Why can't you even control your expression! Your parents are almost worried to death!"

He Qingshan curled his lips and finally pulled a smile on his face.

He Qingshan now goes out to a breakfast stand with his parents every morning, and his parents set up a snack bar. Every morning, more than 20 tables and chairs are placed at the door, so that the office workers can sit and eat breakfast as soon as possible.

It's hard work to do the stall early. He and Lin Yize were used to being lazy, but now it's a bit uncomfortable to get up at 4 o'clock every day. When we first got out of the stall, we felt drowsy and didn't wake up completely.

Today, my mind is extremely chaotic, and I don’t know why there are so many customers. I’m so busy. I’m serving a meal for a guest here. I just said that you should turn around and leave when I was stopped again: "Young man, I want It's wonton, why are you serving me buns?"

He Qingshan turned his head quickly, and saw a drawer of buns in front of an old man, he hurried over, picked up the buns and looked left and right, he seemed a little at a loss.

"Qingshan, our steamed stuffed bun!" A girl next to him shouted as if to save him, and waved to him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He Qingshan quickly apologized to the old man, then handed the bun to the girl next to him, turned around and said to the old man in a panic, "I'll serve you wontons right away!"

The old man hummed, and there was some majesty in his brows, but he didn't seem to have much dissatisfaction.

He Qingshan looked up again, but was stunned there for a while, he didn't notice just now, there was a middle-aged man sitting next to the old man, he was very familiar with that man, it was Lin Yize's uncle, Qi Chu from Manyuelou flat.

Then this old man... He Qingshan panicked, secretly looked at him carefully, and sure enough, the eyebrows and eyes were somewhat familiar with Lin Yize.

The old man seemed to sense his gaze, turned his head, and looked at him with a half-smile, He Qingshan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered his head, not knowing what he should do, he smiled hastily and called out to Qi Chuping He called out to the boss, then turned around and ran to the stall to scoop up a bowl of the best-shaped wontons and brought them over.

The old man glanced at the wontons on the table, and took the bowl slowly. Qi Chuping respectfully handed him the spoon. , standing by the side, feeling a little beating in his heart.

He made the wontons today, so the taste shouldn't be bad, but...he can guarantee that most people won't forget his wontons after eating them, but he can't guarantee that they will be able to enter Mr. Huang's mouth.

The old man took the spoon, gently scooped up a mouthful of soup, blew on it, took a sip, then scooped up a wonton and ate a mouthful, then slowly put down the spoon, looked up at He Qingshan, his face could not see What expression do you make?

He Qingshan's heart jumped into his throat, the old man fixed his eyes on his face, and then moved away again, he snorted, turned his face and gave Qi Chuping a sideways look, with a slightly disdainful tone: "The taste is really delicious. Yes, but it's not as good as you say... Chu Ping, it's an exaggeration!"

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