"Weiwei, how old are you?"

Mother Shen raised her head and looked at Wei Wei and suddenly asked.

"Twenty-two, my eldest sister is one year older than me, but she was born at the beginning of the year, and Yingying and I were born at the end of the second year."

Looking at Shen's mother's loving gaze, Weiwei's heart moved, could it be that Shen's mother wanted to introduce the young man in the photo to her as her boyfriend? Glancing at the photo of the young man again, he found that there was a line of small red letters under the photo, 19880722. Wei Wei suddenly shook her spirit, the young man in the photo should be almost fifty years old by now!

"Twenty-two years old, what a good age! When Dad Shen and I were young, we were so focused on our work that we never thought about it...... Ay! ”

Shen's mother choked up and couldn't go on, her eyes were so red that she couldn't hide her tears. Quickly closed the photo album, picked up the flower handkerchief and wiped the water droplets from the corners of his eyes, and suddenly realized that the handkerchief was dirty, and hurriedly got up and went to the bathroom to scrub.

"Weiwei, don't mind, Mother Shen is sometimes nervous. When we get older, we always like to reminisce about the past. I can't think of many good things, but I only think about those sad things. Drink tea, it's cold. ”

Shen's father took advantage of Shen's mother before he returned to the living room, quickly put the photo album into a canvas bag, and dragged it into the room with great difficulty, and when Shen's mother returned to the living room, Shen's father turned on the volume of the TV as if nothing happened. Shen's mother looked at the empty coffee table and was stunned for a few seconds, and when she heard Shen's father coughing, she hurriedly went to find medicine.

The young man in the photo should be Shen He's brother, looking at the expressions of the two old men, I'm afraid that Shen He's brother is no longer there. No wonder Shen He's parents are old, they must have given birth to Shen He after losing their eldest son. got a son in his later years, treated Shen He as a baby, and recorded the bits and pieces of his growth......

The evening market is almost over, and there is still a table of customers outside, and when they finish settling the bill, Vivi is ready to leave work.

"It's almost half past ten, or I'll rush them."

Jiang Chao looked at his phone from time to time, and Le Yi was about to arrive at the subway station when he came back from class in the evening.

"You go first, they should be soon. The things on the table are almost eaten. ”

"That's hard work for you!"

"Didn't I work hard that day?"

"That's that, that's."

Jiang Chao grinned and grimaced, grabbed his bag and hurriedly rushed out. Hearing someone behind him shouting "Waiter, add tea", his footsteps hesitated slightly, and he still ran out of the gate of the crockpot house regardless of it.

Love is bigger than the sky, and nothing is more important than his girlfriend Leyi.

"Waiter—"

The middle-aged business man sitting in the courtyard dragged out his voice. Vivi hurriedly agreed, picked up a pot of freshly brewed barley tea and walked over to their table.

"Take our tea leaves and use this pot."

The man who spoke pointed to a set of ice pattern Rujiao kung fu tea sets on the table, and took out a jar of Zhengshan Xiaozhong from his briefcase.

"It's a pity that the water here is not good, if you use Dinghu mountain spring water to make this tea, the tea will taste better."

Three business men talk and laugh. Weiwei is not easy to catch up with guests, a pot of tea is brewed, and it is estimated that they will have to chat for another half an hour.

Weiwei returned to the backyard to let Uncle Kong get off work on time, stayed behind the desk alone, opened the newly bought recipe, and read it quietly.

The competition in the catering industry is fierce, and it is necessary not only to maintain the characteristics of traditional craftsmanship, but also to constantly innovate dishes in order to stand out from the encirclement. Looking for fresh elements from other people's recipes and integrating innovation into the cuisine of Crockpot House, Wei Wei is brewing a nourishing menu after autumn.

Wei Wei was so engrossed that she didn't notice anyone walking in, and it wasn't until Ke Nansheng knocked on the desk and made a popping sound that she woke up like a dream.

Wei Wei closed the recipe and raised her eyes to see that it was Ke Nansheng, and couldn't help frowning.

"Bring me two cans of soup."

"I'm sorry, we're off work."

It seems that Brother Gongzi is idle again to amuse people. Wei Wei's attitude was a little unkind, Xiao Zhao saw this, and immediately grabbed Bai Dao:

"Aren't there any guests in your courtyard? Why did we get off work? Hurry up and bring the soup up......"

Ke Nansheng raised his hand to stop Xiao Zhao, afraid that his straight tone would annoy Wei Wei.

"If you're off work, we can help you get the outside guests away. If you're still willing to take the order, I want two cans of soup. ”

Ke Nansheng's tone was sincere and his attitude was humble. Xiao Zhao Zhang Luo's dinner couldn't satisfy his appetite at all, and Jiang Weiwei's eyes always appeared in front of him. Ke Nansheng felt the need to come to the crockpot house, and only by drinking the soup of the crockpot house could he make his heart more stable.

"I'm sorry you're late. Now that we're off work, that table of guests is where we came from work, so there's no comparison. ”

"Comparability?!"

Ke Nansheng smiled secretly.

"I said beauty, if you still have soup, bring us two cans, and if you close the door after work, we'll leave immediately. It's not closed yet, so it's not so hospitable, is it? ”

Xiao Zhao felt that there was fire in his head, and he didn't understand how a little chef could treat customers slowly. The boss has to come for the soup, he has to fulfill his mission.

"I'm sorry, the soup has already been sold."

Wei Wei didn't want to talk to Ke Nansheng anymore, lowered her head and finished tidying up the kitchenware, and then picked up the hot water kettle and went outside to ask the guests if they wanted to add water. Ke Nansheng watched Jiang Weiwei's every move with interest.

"Mr. Ke, why don't we change it?"

Xiao Zhao turned his head and found that Ke Nansheng was focusing on the figure of the cook, and then thought of Ke Nansheng's actions last night and today, as if he had been empowered, and he was secretly surprised in his heart.

It turned out that Ke Nansheng, who was handsome and fried, actually liked the chef of a small restaurant!

Oh MY GOD!

Xiao Zhao was suddenly so excited that his face was warm and his heart was beating, as if he was suddenly in love.

The three men in the courtyard stood up, and one of them whispered a few words to Weiwei, and then looked at Weiwei with a smile. Vivi still kept a polite smile, as if she had refused the man's request, and then bowed slightly and politely bid farewell to the guest.

The three men walked to the door of the crockpot house, and looked back at Vivi, who leaned over to clean up the countertop. The three men seemed to have some controversy, and one of them turned around and walked up to Vivi, handed her a business card and said something, before turning to leave.

Vivi put her business card on the table and continued to clean up the crockpot plates. Xiao Zhao didn't wait for Ke Nansheng's instructions, immediately walked over, and took a picture of the business card with his mobile phone while Weiwei was not paying attention.

"Beauty, if you don't give us soup today, I want to have dinner tomorrow, and I want this table."

"It's okay to order food, how many of you?"

"Two. Arrive promptly tomorrow night at eight o'clock. ”

Xiao Zhao is the master of Ke Nansheng, and he has a great sense of achievement. However, seeing that Weiwei still had a cold face, she couldn't help but feel that Ke Nansheng was not worth it.

"This is the man's business card for the cook."

After getting in the car, Xiao Zhao Xianbao flipped out the photo of his mobile phone. Ke Nansheng glanced at the "Planning Director of Yihai Elf Model Company" and immediately understood the intentions of the three middle-aged men.

"Mr. Ke, are you going to drink soup at another house?"

"Wait a minute."

Ke Nansheng looked at the red lantern at the door of the crockpot house. The red lantern went out, and the door of the tile jar house suddenly darkened. Jiang Weiwei came out of the crockpot house with a rucksack, turned around and locked the door, and hurriedly ran towards the bus stop.

"Keep up with her."

If you're lucky, you'll be able to catch the last bus.