Song Jianshe nodded slightly: "Xiao Zhao, if there is a guest in a while, you can greet me for you." I believe in your cooking skills, please!"

Recently, business has been sluggish, and if the guests themselves are not there, it will cause losses again.

"Okay!" Zhao Yunchu agreed directly, the restaurant only cooks some simple meals, and she is completely sure to deal with it.

Song Jianshe is very good at business, and the two have worked together for so long. It's all about taking what you need, and there's no one who doesn't make money in business. Zhao Yunchu didn't care too much, because it costs money to find someone else.

As soon as Zhao Yunchu sat down on the chair, two guests came outside, a woman about 30 years old, holding a little boy of four or five years old.

Yu Jing looked around, and finally whispered, "Girl, can you give us a bowl of noodles?"

Zhao Yunchu nodded: "Well, of course, I just don't know what flavor you want." ”

Yu Jing put the child on the chair: "Girl, the noodle flavor is suitable for children." Try to do it lightly, the child just had a diarrhea yesterday. ”

Zhao Yunchu stopped, turned around and said, "Eldest sister, with all due respect, it's best for a child to drink some clear porridge when he has diarrhea, which can make him more comfortable." ”

"Then let's have a bowl of porridge. Yu Jing replied with a smile, and then looked down at the child's pale face, feeling very uncomfortable, and wishing that she could suffer for the child.

Li Xiaotao said weakly: "Mom, my stomach doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all." Don't be sad, I've just had an injection and taken medicine, and I'll recover. ”

The mother-son relationship is deep, and Zhao Yunchu is a little envious in her heart, after all, she has never enjoyed maternal love since she was a child. In the memory of the original owner, her adoptive mother Liu Yue'e was a kind-hearted woman.

Entering the kitchen, Zhao Yunchu saw that the pot was still steaming, opened the lid of the pot, and found that there was just some clear porridge inside.

I took a spoon and filled a large bowl, then took a small plate and sandwiched a little shredded pickles. Because the bowl was hot, I took a tray from the shelf next to it, put the things inside, and brought them out together.

"Eldest sister, this little pickle is for you to eat. Don't give it to your child, he'd better drink some porridge now. ”

"Well, sister, thank you!" Yu Jing was grateful, because the other party was thinking about her child.

Zhao Yunchu had nothing to do, so he could only sit on the chair next to him and wait for Song Jianshe to come back.

looked at the mother and son next to him, and got along very warmly. Mother, let the child take a bite. The child will also take the initiative to feed the mother with a spoon......

It's just a simple bowl of porridge, but it gives people the feeling that they are eating the delicious food in the world.

The woman stood up and paid the bill after eating, and Zhao Yunchu accepted two cents from them.

Seeing the mother and son leave, Zhao Yunchu became more and more bored. It's been more than half an hour, why hasn't anyone come back yet?

As soon as I finished muttering in my heart, there was a sound of footsteps outside.

Zhao Yunchu felt that Song Jianshe should be back, and sure enough, within two minutes, Song Jianshe walked to the door.

Song Jianshe wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve: "This ghost weather is too hot, it hasn't rained for more than half a month, and I'm almost out of breath." ”

"Uncle, didn't you find it?" Zhao Yunchu took a towel from the shelf next to him and handed it over.

Song Jianjian: "He arrived right away, saying that he wanted to bring some tools, because the weather was too hot, so I didn't wait for him."

He's a weird person, and he doesn't take all jobs.

His name is Lu Yan, and his age is not much different from your man. But his craftsmanship is too good to be said. ”