The old table was empty of wine bottles.

Instead, there are four refreshing side dishes, as well as a large bowl of congee.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't taste the smell of Lao Ye's dishes at noon yesterday, after all, the big thing is ahead.

Today's chopsticks show that Lao Ye's craftsmanship is indeed powerful, and Ye Mozhu's cooking skills are not a joke inherited from him.

Take the recent cold cucumber in front of you as an example, it is sour and spicy and delicious, not only delicious, but also very appetizing, and the taste is not uneaten, but there is just a feeling of just right.

Eating a mouthful of refreshing cucumber strips, and then drinking a mouthful of stomach-warming preserved egg and lean porridge, Zhang Xiaojian, who drank wine for a day yesterday, felt that his little stomach was cured.

Naturally, he said, "Uncle, your dish is really delicious." ”

Lao Ye's cooking skills have already reached the point where he doesn't need to be praised by others, but if he is praised by his future son-in-law... Of course, he has to make things difficult.

"Where's the food?"

Although Zhang Xiaojian's praise skills are average, he is also a lot of praise, of course, he is not afraid of this, and immediately said: "The most powerful thing about a chef is not to make big dishes, but small dishes!"

"Take these small dishes as an example, cold cucumber is sour and spicy, eat a bite, I can drink one more bowl of porridge, and then this dried tofu shredded, use the best dried tofu, very delicate, not rough at all, and this celery peanut rice, celery and peanuts are kept crisp, this chew is full of fragrance. ”

This is not over, Zhang Xiaojian dug a spoonful of beef chili sauce, took a bite of it beautifully, drank another sip of porridge and said: "The most amazing thing is this chili sauce, I have never eaten such a delicious chili sauce in my life." ”

Ye Mozhu and Ye Mu looked at Zhang Xiaojian at the same time.

Lao Ye coughed: "The chili sauce was made by your aunt." ”

Zhang Xiaojian: "...... "Hmm?

However, when I think of the family status of Lao Ye and Ye's mother, this can be regarded as a photograph on the horse's leg, isn't this a mistake in the car...

So, Zhang Xiaojian smiled: "Then Lao Ye, you have to work harder, the chili sauce made by my aunt really threw off your small dishes by a grade." ”

The humiliated old Ye just wanted to have a seizure, but he saw Ye Mu smiling kindly at Zhang Xiaojian, and when she turned around, she gave herself a sharp look.

When the words came to his lips, he had to become: "Ahem..."

Lao Ye picked up the chopsticks and was about to continue eating as if nothing had happened, but found that he couldn't eat a little.

He secretly thought that Zhang Xiaojian's operation just now was not regarded as fighting cattle across the mountains in the art of war? How did he feel that he had won again, and his family status seemed to be declining sharply, but he was not as good as this stinky boy...

Okay...

It's good for Mozhu.

Lao Ye finally persuaded himself and smiled kindly: "Eat more." ”

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It turns out that last night's meal was not for nothing.

Lao Ye seemed to have finally accepted the reality, and when Zhang Xiaojian walked out of the house with Ye Mozhu, he stood at the door and waved his hands, and instructed: "Come back early." ”

Of course, Zhang Xiaojian patted his chest and promised, but he just thought of drinking with Lao Zhou at night, plus a Zheng Jiakai.... He didn't know when he would be able to send Ye Mozhu back.

In addition to saying goodbye to relatives and friends when returning to Jiangcheng, the more important thing is that the Sword Charity Foundation will be transferred to Ningyuan, and the Tooth Tiger Club will have to explain some things.

Of course, Zhang Xiaojian has forgotten about Luo Tengfei's naval military career when he called yesterday and said that he was talking about business outside.

He and Ye Mozhu got into the off-road vehicle and went straight to the Tooth Tiger Basketball Club.

The season hasn't started yet, but the Tooth Tigers club has already started their daily training.

The official first team and substitute players generally train in the morning, and Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu, who came here in the afternoon, saw fifty or sixty children sweating like rain.

Zhang Xiaojian said very clearly before injecting capital, investing in youth training.

The Tooth Tiger Club has indeed done just that, and the first phase of the youth recruitment program has already begun, although it has not made any waves across the country, but it has indeed brought in some excellent seedlings.

Most of them came from poor backgrounds, and most of them came to meet the conditions of this toothed tiger.

But when they arrived, they found that they didn't seem to be able to mix things up, and the Tooth Tigers not only recruited them, but also used the money to recruit the best coaching staff that the Tooth Tigers club could attract in terms of its current attractiveness.

They are also here for money, but seeing so many seedlings who do have some potential, of course they must do their own work.

As a result, the Tooth Tiger Club became more and more vibrant.

Of course, Lao Zhou still likes to sit on the sidelines and watch the children train as usual, but because the newly hired excellent coaches repeatedly refused to allow him to go off the field and compete with the children, it was a little less fun.

Fortunately, the Zheng brothers and sisters came early today and talked to him to relieve his boredom, so he didn't feel itchy hands... I want to abuse the children.

While the three of them were talking, Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu pushed open the door of the venue and walked in.

Seeing Old Wednesday sitting on the sidelines, they just wanted to say hello, but found that the more than two dozen children who were standing on the sidelines all looked at them.

Along the way, these eyes became more and more focused, and even many children who were sweating profusely on the way back and forth looked at them.

Zhang Xiaojian was very sure that their eyes were looking at him, so he touched his face as he walked: "I have flowers on my face?"

Ye Mozhu smiled and said, "You may have forgotten that you have another identity. ”

Belch?

Hearing the words, the old Wednesday turned his head and greeted them, Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu responded and sat next to them, and before they had time to catch up, they listened to the coach in the field blow the whistle.

After a shrill whistle, the tall and lanky coach said, "Ten minutes of rest." ”

So, on the sidelines, forty or fifty children of different ages poured over directly.

When Zhang Xiaojian was stunned for a while, one of the boys pointed at his nose with an excited face: "It's him, it's him, a real person, a real person." ”

"Please, please, excuse me, are you Brother YS of the skull..."The other child stammered, and he didn't know if he was excited to see the idol or if he was already stammering.

Zhang Xiaojian wanted to say no, but he was... He could only nod his head, although he didn't like the nickname,

The moment they saw him nodding, the children immediately surrounded him and isolated Lao Zhou and the others alive.

Lao Zhou had a bad temper, raised his eyebrows, and shouted: "What kind of words are you?" ”

The venue, which was already dry, was suddenly extremely quiet, as if it were frozen.

Lao Zhou coughed, looked at the aggrieved expressions on the faces of these children, and said with a smile: "You can ask for autographs or group photos, but you have to queue up, do you want to be orderly?"

The children's faces instantly rained and the sky cleared, and they erupted in cheers.

Zhang Xiaojian's hand didn't know when a marker pen was stuffed, and the first child came to him with the team uniform: "Brother, sign this, sign this." ”

Zhang Xiaojian reluctantly had to write the three big characters 'Zhang Xiaojian', but found that the child was not very happy.

The child looked at the words carefully, looked up and said, "This is not right." ”

"What's wrong..."

"I should write the buckle YS brother. ”

Zhang Xiaojian: "......" Mu Na's is writing the buckle YS... It's just that when I write YS, I always think it's weird to write this word on a child.

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