"Whew...... It's finally over, Sister Zhiyue, Brother Lin, you've worked hard!Come and eat!" Qin Feng dusted off the corners of his clothes, although the kitchen robe was not dirty, it had become a habit for Qin Feng.

"We don't work hard, it's you who work hard, it's not easy for you to cook hundreds of people's meals by yourself!" Li Zhiyue pulled a strand of hair hanging from the corner of her eyes behind her ear, and said with some emotion, as for Lin Hao, a big man, she automatically ignored it, although he gave herself a lot of help.

"Yangyang, come out for dinner!" Qin Feng smiled and shouted to Yangyang, who was watching the cartoon in the back room.

"Yay...... It's finally time to eat, Yang Yang's stomach is going to be hungry!" Yang Yang ran out of the back room with his little belly, and obediently helped a few people set up the dishes and chopsticks, a little excited.

The dinner was very rich, sweet and sour pork ribs, linden pork, salted chicken, braised pork knuckle, minced eggplant, tomato and egg soup, basically meat dishes.

Qin Feng has never been a stingy person, and this is naturally even more true for his own people. As for Lin Hao's daughter Lin Xinyi, she has been living in Lin Hao's sworn brother's house recently, but she has not followed Lin Hao's side, and the four of them have a good time eating together.

"Hello, is it a small restaurant?" a weak, hoarse but not old voice came from the door.

"Yes, do you need anything?" Qin Feng put down the dishes and chopsticks, signaled Li Zhiyue and Lin Hao, who were about to get up, to continue eating, while he stood up and walked over to the guests at the door.

What surprised Qin Feng a little was that it was June at this time, even in the evening, the weather was still a little stuffy, but the man in front of him was wrapped in a military coat, wearing a long-eared hat, and dressed like a cold winter wax moon.

And the whole person looks very ugly, his face is pale, his eyes are blank, his lips are a little chapped, but he looks like he hasn't eaten for a long time, his hands on the door frame are covered with needles, and his skin is a little swollen.

Even if Qin Feng has extraordinary ability, he is still powerless, just like Lin Hao's mother, Qin Feng is not an immortal after all. But I think I can still help the man in front of him, because he knows that the man in front of him has been looking for food for ten years, and it is obviously not because of the recent fame of the small restaurant, but more like Zhang Yaohua, who came to eat noodles before, is here to find memories.

"I heard that you can make a custom meal in the store, I wonder if it's true?" the man asked with some weakness.

Qin Feng stopped Li Zhiyue, who wanted to speak, nodded and said, "Yes, come in and sit!"

"I want a bowl of handmade wontons, the very simple kind, can you make it?" After seeing Qin Feng nodding and saying yes, the man's eyes had a hint of brilliance, and he walked in with some staggering steps, like an old man with a weight of twenty catties, looking a little difficult.

"Yes, but you need to wait a few minutes!" Qin Feng thought for a while and nodded at the man.

The man nodded his head to indicate acceptability.

Qin Feng went back to the kitchen to wash his hands and start making wontons, ten minutes was very hurried, Qin Feng had to do his best, Li Zhiyue got up and poured a glass of warm water for the man, after the man said "thank you", the atmosphere in the store seemed a little heavy, even Yang Yang seemed to feel it, and ate quietly without speaking.

Ten minutes later, Qin Feng took out a bowl of wontons and put it in front of the man.

The wontons look very simple, in addition to ten thin-skinned wontons, add a little seaweed fritters, shrimp skin and chopped green onions, the soup is as clear as clear water, but there are a few drops of lard, it is indeed so simple that it can't be simpler.

"Please use it slowly!" Qin Feng glanced at the man deeply and stepped aside.

"Thank you!" the man looked at the bowl of wontons and choked a little, did not look up, and picked up the spoon tremblingly.

Li Zhiyue and several people also put down their chopsticks, looking at the man's appearance, they only felt slightly sour in their hearts, while Yang Yang blinked his big eyes and looked at this strange uncle with some curiosity.

"It's been fifteen years, wife, it's been fifteen years since you left, wait for me, I'm coming to you. The man muttered to himself.

Scooping up a spoonful of soup, regardless of the heat, the man couldn't wait to taste it.

"Wife, it's very similar to what you made! but it tastes better, but I still want to eat what you made for me!"

A tear slipped down and dripped into the soup, splashing a little bit......

"You said, don't waste the leftover fritters in the morning, and put them in wonton soup to soak them to taste better, and I fell in love with soaking the fritters and eating them. ”

"You said that you can only make wontons, which is a family craft, and I fell in love with eating wontons. ”

"You always ask me why I like to eat wontons so much, I didn't tell you, because I love you, I can't eat enough for a lifetime, until you left, I never ate ravioli again, because I don't want to destroy the memory in your mind anymore ......"

"To this day, I miss you so much, I miss the wontons you made for me, I want to revisit it again, I'm afraid I'll forget a few flavors, fifteen years is too long...... I'm afraid I won't find you. ”

“…… Until you left, I couldn't eat anything that suited my appetite anymore, I almost forgot what it was like to be delicious, everything I ate was like chewing wax, and sometimes I was too lazy to eat, and the habit was really terrible! Until a month ago, I fainted and was sent to the hospital by a colleague, and after examination, it was an advanced stage of stomach cancer, and I could die at any time, but I didn't feel scared, because I felt that I was coming to you......"

Qin Feng and the others just listened silently, without asking or bothering.

"I haven't eaten for a long time, I can only hang the nutrient solution in the hospital, the doctor recommended that I do chemotherapy, I refused, I want to see you in a better way. ”

"Today I went through the discharge procedures, I want to go home, I want to taste the taste of handmade wontons again, but the current wontons are pressed out of the machine, without that heavy human touch, and the soup is full of various seasonings, I can't eat it. ”

"I searched for a lot of places, but I couldn't find them, and finally I met a young man who sold a house, and he told me that the owner of this small restaurant might be able to do it, so I came to find it. ”

“…… The owner here is very nice, specially made me a bowl, and it is not much worse than what you make, it is the same clear soup, it is the same handmade skin, it is the same hand-chopped filling, ......by the way!

The man ate very slowly, and he ate the wontons one by one, one by one, in two bites, one spoonful at a time, as if he was eating a peerless delicacy, and he was talking to himself, as if he was talking to Qin Feng and the others.

Qin Feng listened to the man's whispering, thought about it, and went to the kitchen to make some wontons.

"Wife, do you remember? Every time your wontons will be wrapped too much, and the two of us can't finish eating, every time you will put the leftover wontons in the oil pan and fry them, and they will be fried until golden brown, fragrant and crispy, and you really never get tired of eating them!"

The man was just about to continue, but was interrupted by Qin Feng.

"Hello! We will give an extra bowl of customized in the store, and I fried a few more wontons just now, you can try it, it's free!" Qin Feng took out a plate of fried golden wontons and a bowl of wontons and put them on the man's table.

The man raised his head, glanced at Qin Feng seriously, and said, "Thank you!" But I may not be able to eat anything too hard, my stomach is not very good." ”

"The ravioli is crispy, not dry or hard, and you can eat it with wonton soup. Qin Feng explained with a smile.

Qin Feng knew that people who had been sick for a long time couldn't eat things that were too hard and greasy, but the wonton skin he made was originally thin, and he could basically start the pot as soon as he put it in the oil pot, and the filling was deliberately less, just to ensure that it could be cooked in three seconds, which made the fried wontons crispy but not hard, and he also deliberately controlled the oil, and sucked it with blotting paper, so that the wonton soup was no problem even for the old man with bad teeth.

"Thank you!" The man thanked Qin Feng very seriously, hesitated for a while, and then tried to grab a fried wonton and tasted it, Qin Feng just smiled and shook his head and walked away.

"Wife, it seems that today is my lucky day! I have eaten everything I want, and I will see you. The man wiped the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, his face looking slightly rosy from eating something.

"Boss, how much is it?" The man stood up against the corner of the table, took out a very old leather wallet from his coat pocket, looked at Qin Feng and asked.

"Five yuan!" Qin Feng blurted out without thinking about it, although this bowl of wontons looks simple, but it also took Qin Feng a lot of effort, not to mention the wontons, the fritters alone are freshly fried by Qin Feng, but Qin Feng has no intention of collecting money as usual, not that he thinks that men can't afford it, but Qin Feng is moved by his sincere feelings, but he is not ready not to accept or only charge a dollar, because men will not accept it.

"Boss, you're going to suffer a loss for five yuan, give you a hundred, I don't mean anything else, I just think the wontons are worth the price, I hope you don't refuse!" the man put a hundred yuan on the table and said solemnly.

Qin Feng nodded and did not refuse again.

The man looked at the empty bowl again, walked out of the restaurant without looking back, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Qin Feng looked at the man's disappearing back and didn't speak for a long time, although he was just a passerby, he had a lot of touches on Qin Feng.

Qin Feng didn't know who the man was from beginning to end, but he knew that the man couldn't survive tonight, and sure enough, the next day, he heard some diners talking about someone who had stomach cancer and died, describing the same person as Qin Feng saw, and sighed that he must eat on time in the future, and wanted to use the small restaurant as a canteen, but unfortunately the hard pockets were not enough to fight, of course, this is a later story, and I won't say it for the time being.

"Mom, why did Brother Qin say five yuan, and that uncle gave a hundred and left without looking for money?" Yang Yang asked with some puzzlement.

"Because that uncle thinks that what he eats is worth a hundred yuan, and five yuan can't buy it!" Li Zhiyue touched Yangyang's little head and said.

"Yang Yang doesn't understand!" Yang Yang shook his head, still not understanding why five yuan and a hundred yuan were equivalent.

"When Yang Yang grows up, he will understand!" Lin Hao said to Yang Yang with a smile.

"Oh, okay! The world of adults is so strange!" Yang Yang rubbed his brain, looking like he had a headache, but he made Qin Feng and the three of them laugh, and the originally somewhat depressed atmosphere also dispersed a lot.

After sending off Li Zhiyue and Lin Hao, Qin Feng returned to Dijiang Garden, and there was some silence along the way, although he had not experienced unforgettable love, but he could also understand the man's thoughts about his wife, and shook his head to concentrate on driving.

After returning home, Qin Feng lay on the bed after washing, pillowed his head with his hands, and looked back on the experience of this time, he found that he seemed to be a little floating, after experiencing today's events, Qin Feng figured out some things, and planned to change the things in the store tomorrow, and add the item of ordering food back, and he was not restricting too many things, he was not committed to building a rich restaurant, but really integrated into the public.

After figuring it out, Qin Feng took a deep breath, studied some more information left by the kitchen god, and didn't fall asleep until midnight.