"The eldest daughter-in-law is right!"

As long as the nephew is doing well, happy, and healthy, wouldn't it be good? What else is he not satisfied with? Do you have to call your grandfather to be satisfied?

People's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, Mr. Hong Ya is well aware of this truth, so he didn't eat anymore and prepared to go home to digest the good news.

As soon as the three of them walked to the staircase at the corner of the second floor, Mrs. Jiang suddenly said in a trembling voice in Mr. Hong Ya's ear, "Dad, the little child downstairs is the son of the prince, named Song Mo, nicknamed Doubao." ”

Mr. Hong Ya paused, stabilized himself, leaned on the railing, and looked at Doubao who was jumping three times with interest, followed by an expressionless coffin-faced plain clothes and a little boy of seven or eight years old.

Doubao ran to the counter, grabbed the edge of the counter with two small hands, and reached his toes, and the shopkeeper standing inside leaned out half of his body, looked at him with a smile and said, "Little master, are you here again?" ”

"Hello, shopkeeper, let me ask, is the chicken leg rice I want ready?"

The shopkeeper seemed to like the pretty little boy very much, and carefully took his little hand to lower him, and then came out of the counter.

"I've already done it according to the recipe given by the little master, can I ask the little master to go over there and wait for a while?"

"Shopkeeper, if you want to keep that recipe, I can consider selling it to you at a low price."

The shopkeeper twitched the corners of his mouth, but he greeted people with a smile all his life, and he would not be cold because a child didn't know the height of the sky.

"Little master, thank you for your care, Fumanlou also has braised chicken legs, and it is very popular."

Dou Bao blinked, but he didn't get angry, "Okay, don't cry for a while, I won't care about you then." ”

The shopkeeper was amused, beckoned the shop guy to bring Doubao a plate of soft bean paste cake and a pot of tea, and then went to work on himself.

"Dad, shall we go down and have a look?"

This is the only good opportunity to get in touch with the descendants of King Jing, Mr. Hong Ya nodded, and walked calmly to the lobby.

At this time, there were already many people in the store who came to eat and drink, and some people in the academy recognized Mr. Hong Ya, and as soon as he appeared, many people stood up and saluted.

Mr. Hong Ya was a little embarrassed to return the salute one by one, and after looking around, there was only a vacant place next to Doubao, he hurriedly walked over and asked carefully, "May I ask the little master, can we fight the table here?" ”

Dou Bao looked up and saw that it was an old man with crane hair and a childish face, who jumped off the stool in a hurry, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, put his legs together, and bent down and bowed, "Hello fairy grandpa!" ”

"Huh......?"

Mr. Hong Ya laughed, "Little master, I'm not an immortal, I'm just grayer and longer, I'm just like you, I'm human." ”

Doubao fluttered his long eyelashes, and his big black grape-like eyes stared at Mr. Hong Ya for a moment.

"My mother said that when you see the white-haired old man, you must say hello respectfully, because it is very likely that the gods from the sky come to the world to play, and they usually do not admit that they are immortals, so I will keep it a secret for you."

“……”

Your mother is really a strange woman, how can you educate children like this?

But after thinking about it, it is a precious thing for a child to maintain a childlike heart, looking at the little meat ball of the ghost horse elf in front of him, Mr. Hong Ya's heart is a soft mess.

Dou Bao blinked again, and looked at Mrs. Jiang incredulously, the latter smiled apologetically, and her heart was like carrying a deer, jumping up and down non-stop, half an hour ago, she was mistaken for a bad-hearted old woman who sold her daughter, no wonder Dou Bao was as surprised when she saw her.

The three of them sat at the table excitedly, for their gaze was so eager that Su Yi kept frowning.

Mr. Hong Ya has always been talkative, but now his nervous palms are full of sweat, he stared at Doubao's immature little face stupidly, Doubao touched his face embarrassedly, and asked Suyi, "Auntie, do I have anything dirty on my face?" ”

Su Yi shook her head and stared at Mr. Hong Ya coldly.

"The old gentleman's surname is Jiang?"

Mr. Hong Ya was stunned, looked up at Su Yi in surprise, and then nodded almost undetectably.

Su Yi also nodded, "There are a lot of people here, and Mr. should control his emotions." ”

Mr. Hong Ya didn't expect Su Yi to say this reasonably, the old man's eyes were moist, and he quickly turned away to wipe his tears.

Dou Bao was surprised to see such a scene in front of him, he pulled the corner of Su Yi's clothes, it was obvious that Su Yi knew them before he said this, he felt very depressed, and wanted to leave here early.

"Auntie, are you going to see if the chicken legs are okay? I am hungry! ”

As he was talking, the shopkeeper came from behind with a plate of fragrant chicken legs, and when he passed the counter, the shopkeeper glanced at it and found that the chicken legs were very different in color from the braised chicken thighs sold in their store, so he couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?" Is that the chicken leg rice that the little master wanted? ”

"Yes, it was completely according to the recipe he gave, and the chef was also very confused, afraid that he would be scolded by the guest if he didn't do it right."

"Just make it according to the recipe he gave, bring it over and ask the little master to taste it, if it's not right, apologize, we should compensate us."

"Yes!"

The chef heard that it was a child eating, so he deliberately made the rice soft and rotten, and also intimately considered the meat and vegetable matching, cut a small plate of green vegetables, put it on another small plate, and put it in front of Doubao together.

Seeing that the meal was coming, Doubao smiled and waved his hand to Ah Lin behind him, and Ah Lin unhurriedly placed his special bowls, spoons and chopsticks in front of him from the cloth bag.

Mr. Hong Ya's eyes lit up and nodded approvingly.

"Grandpa, don't you eat?" Doubao was watched by the three of them, and now he can't eat.

"Oh, it's to eat, Yijun, you arrange it, is it enough for the little young master to eat only these? Ask the kitchen to make some more signature dishes. ”

Mr. Hong Ya suddenly realized, why did he forget to invite the child to a meal after only caring about happiness for half a day!

"My meal is ready, don't bother arranging it, grandpa, do you want to try my chicken leg rice?"

"No, no, no, you eat, kid." Mr. Hong Ya wants to take the rice spoon and feed Doubao, this child looks so similar to Prince Jing, the prince must have been so cute when he was young, right? At that time, he was a small person, would he be afraid to eat alone? Lonely or not lonely, is there anyone to comfort?

Mr. Hong Ya couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes again, and the successive gaffes surprised the diners around him, and Su Yi couldn't help but poke his throat as a warning.

The shopkeeper also stood respectfully on the side and waited for Doubao to try the dishes.

Doubao took a piece of chicken and sniffed it under his nose, then took a small bite and chewed it in his mouth, swallowed it and sandwiched a second piece of chicken, his expression seemed to be very enjoyable, and the shopkeeper was relieved.

"Little master, the food is still to your liking, right?"

"Well, it's a little salty, but I don't blame the chef, after all, 'a little salt' is not very easy to master."

What an empathetic approach! The shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat on his head, and the ghost knows how crazy the illiterate chef was when others read the recipe to him, and how crazy he was about the words 'a little salt' and 'an appropriate amount of oil'.

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