When Jiang Hua's mother Wang Qian came to Lao Zhang's store with a backpack and a small suitcase, it was Zhang Tong who opened the glass door for Wang Qian. Wang Qian was carrying a box and it was inconvenient to open the door.

Wang Qian's height is not particularly tall, one meter sixty-two. Among the women in the Sichuan-Chongqing region, it is a relatively tall existence. But compared to her daughter's height of 1.8 meters, it doesn't seem very tall.

Wang Qian is fifty years old this year, but she is not well maintained and looks quite young, although the family conditions were not good in the early years and she suffered a lot. But later, he and her husband Jiang Aijun opened a hot pot restaurant, and life has been thriving.

Now speaking of which, the Jiang family has five hot pot restaurants, with a total net profit of more than three million a year. In Shuangqing City, it is also considered a wealthy family, living in a duplex house of more than 300 square meters, and wearing famous brands.

But Wang Qian's fiery vigor is not less at all. There was no way to do this, Jiang Aijun had to go out every day to set up a stall to sell skewers, and Wang Qian could only take care of all the things at home.

Laundry, cooking, and taking care of children, and helping Jiang Aijun deal with the materials for skewers. After opening the store, Jiang Aijun was also busy in the back kitchen. The façade affairs are all handed over to Wang Qian.

It can be said that if Wang Qian didn't have that kind of fiery personality and style, then there would be no way to run the entire store's business.

Although she smiled politely at Zhang Tong when she entered the door, Zhang Tong still felt that this was a very powerful and stern lady.

Jiang Hua has given up resistance, anyway, my mother has already come to Huaihai, so let's leave it at that. I can't tell the lie anymore, I can only tell the truth where I am.

When Wang Qian came, she happened to see Jiang Hua eating rice and drinking pickled soup.

"Oh, my Huahua! How many times have I told you, you have to eat on time, you have to eat on time. Why don't you listen?" "It's already nine o'clock in the evening, and Jiang Hua has only dinner. Wang Qian felt distressed when she saw it.

Although he is not as tall as Jiang Hua, his aura is much higher than Jiang Hua's. sat next to Jiang Hua and hugged his beautiful daughter, looking left and right.

And Zhang Tong was surprised on the side: "Huahua?" The nickname is full of local flavor, which is easily reminiscent of the little flower cat raised by a grandmother in the countryside.

"It's Huahua, not Huahua!" Jiang Hua helplessly defended. She didn't want to be given an extremely down-to-earth nickname.

"Hey, look at you, you've lost a lot of weight. The waist is thin again, let me tell you, you have to eat honestly. Wang Qian said this, and at the same time glanced at what Jiang Hua was eating.

Casserole rice and pickled rice, Wang Qian was slightly surprised.

They are all in the catering industry, and Wang Qian is very aware of some strange things in the catering industry. Nowadays, unless there is a restaurant that makes claypot rice, no store will make casserole rice for customers to eat, because the cost is too cost-effective.

Wang Qian has never eaten pickled and fresh, but just by looking at the color of the soup, the luster of the salted meat and fresh meat inside, and the winter bamboo shoots inside, you can see that this shop is very attentive.

At this time, Jiang Hua introduced Zhang Tong and Wang Qian: "Mom, this is Zhang Tong, the owner of this store." I eat at this restaurant now. I don't lie to you about cooking or something, I really don't have time. ”

Jiang Hua said this very generously, she knew that she was away from home, and Wang Qian's biggest worry was that she didn't eat well. Food safety issues are now in all kinds of negative reports every day. In addition, Wang Qian herself is also a catering, and the most worrying thing for her is the restaurant outside.

Every time she talked to Jiang Hua on the phone, she repeatedly emphasized that she had to buy and cook her own food to feel at ease. But the nature of Jiang Hua's work determined that she didn't have much time to deal with these things on her own.

And now Jiang Hua dared to say to Wang Qian that he had been eating in Zhang Tong's store now. A very important point is that Zhang Tong's store is different. Eating here gives a very reassuring feeling.

Now that Zhang Tong's shop has been open for a while, the menu changes every day, except for the noodles he serves every day (Yangchun noodles plus four kinds of standing toppings).

Although there are only one or two sets sold every day, the taste is very good, and it is made very carefully. Eating here has the feeling of having a loved one who is a good cook and then cooking for yourself.

This feeling is not only Jiang Hua's, but now many diners who have eaten Zhang Tong's cooking have become repeat customers in the store. Some white-collar workers in the neighborhood almost always come to the store after work to check in and report.

I completely feel like this place is my own kitchen, unless it happens that the dishes Zhang Tong made that day are really not my own taste. Otherwise, many people settle their dinner directly here.

Because eating Zhang Tong's cooking has an indescribable sense of security, because it is too real. There is no such restaurant flavor at all, so Jiang Hua directly said that he regarded this as a designated hotel.

"Originally, Zhang Tong had already closed the store, but my boss Zhang had a good heart. Also saved dinner for me. Jiang Hua didn't mean anything when he said this, but Wang Qian's eyes rolled.

Then Wang Qian glanced at Zhang Tong and then smiled at Zhang Tong: "That's really thank you Boss Zhang, my daughter has caused you trouble." Zhang Tong waved his hand again and again and said, "No trouble, no trouble." It should be, it should be. ”

Jiang Hua frowned slightly and whispered to Wang Qian: "Mom, I'm paying." How can I listen to your tone as if I am eating white food. ”

Wang Qian glanced at Jiang Hua, then smiled without saying a word. Then he asked Zhang Tong: "That Boss Zhang, can you also trouble you to make me a copy?"

Regarding Jiang Hua's mother's request, Zhang Tong naturally did not refuse.

"Mom, you didn't eat on the plane?" Jiang Hua asked Wang Qian.

Wang Qian replied: "The plane meal didn't taste at all, so I ate the fruit and bread inside. I'm hungry now. ”

Because of the arrival of Jiang Hua's mother, the mother and daughter sat together and bit their ears, and Zhang Tong was inconvenient to come forward and get closer. Because it's not that time yet, I need to think about how to brush up on a wave of goodwill in front of Wang Qian.

It's best not to act rashly until you have a strategy in place.

However, although Zhang Tong thought so, the movements in his hands did not stop. He made another pot of rice in a casserole. There was just one more of the remaining pickled duxian, and it was all served to Wang Qian.

Wang Qian thanked Zhang Tong with a smile, but Zhang Tong felt that Wang Qian's smile was weird.

When the mother and daughter finished their dinner, Jiang Hua said goodbye to Zhang Tong after settling the bill. She took her mother to her house, and when she just entered the house, Wang Qian suddenly said: "Jiang Hua, are you falling in love with this Zhang Tong again!"

"Huh?!" The keys Jiang Hua was holding in his hand fell to the ground.