came to his grandparents with Xiao Chengyi, and the breeze in front of his mother's grave didn't know that she had just become a "ghost" in the eyes of others.

The fine stele has not been seen to have existed for nearly twenty years. The high tomb is surrounded by various flowers and trees, which is completely different from the grave of the adoptive parents, who are overgrown with weeds and only stand with a decaying wooden monument, which shows the wealth of Qingfeng's grandparents back then. There is also a lonely grave next to it, which is obviously the grave of Qingfeng's mother.

Since there was no need to clean the tombstone, Xiao Chengyi and Qingfeng soon entered the stage of formal worship, except for mentioning that Qingfeng was rescued by her adoptive parents by her mother on a dirty water wheel, everything else was similar to what her adoptive parents said before their graves.

When the two of them finished worshipping and rounding with a few masters, Xiao Yunfei told the two of them that they had just received a flying pigeon summons, and Zhang Mengjie and his party were waiting for them at the 'Xu Ji Restaurant'.

There was no doubt that the group of people went to the 'Xu Ji Restaurant'.

When bowls of cold sand fruits appeared in front of Xu Dongjia's eyes, Xu Dongjia's shock was no less than that of a person who had seen gunpowder.

"Uncle Xu, in addition to giving one bowl to each of our friends, you can let the clever little two send them to other private rooms, and if there are female dependents, it is best to send them to the female dependents. And told them that in the future, everyone who eats in the private room will give each one night of sand fruit. If it is a guest in the lobby who wants to buy it, it will be the same price as Xu Ji's pastries, and a bowl of silver will be hanged. If Uncle Xu can't remember this method, you can let the best chef here learn it. ”

"Madame, are you not afraid that the cook will learn to stand upright or be pried away?" Xu Dongjia knows that Zhang Mengjie doesn't hide his secrets, but this is too generous, right?

"Don't be afraid, Uncle Xu, he only knows how this sand fruit is made, but he doesn't know the principle of the formation of this sand fruit. If he really has such a mind, he may not be useful to go somewhere else. Don't forget that this pot stove for making sand fruit seems simple, and if you don't understand it, no one can imitate it. ”

Xu Dongjia thought about it and made sense, so he went to find Xiao Er. At this time, it is getting hotter and hotter outside, and it is not like modern times when you go out without basking in the sun. Some of the guests who came were reluctant to leave, so there were still guests in both the lobby and the private rooms.

As soon as Xu Dongjia left, Yu Xilang, who was already drooling, asked, "Jie'er, can I eat a bowl first?" It was also because he knew that Zhang Mengjie wanted to make sand fruit, that is, modern shaved ice, that Yu Xilang followed Zhang Mengjie instead of going to the stuffy kitchen with Xiao Meier. However, Zhang Mengjie still asked Chunlan to follow to help.

"Of course you can, this sand fruit should be eaten as soon as possible, it won't taste good when it turns into water." Then to Qingyu, who was also very greedy, Qiu Ju said: "You should know where to get the rest, right?"

Although they wanted to eat, but without Zhang Mengjie's answer, the two still didn't dare to take it, and when they heard Zhang Mengjie's instructions, the two of them said in unison: "I know." After speaking, the two of them consciously picked up one end plate and walked to the private room.

When Xu Dongjia came in a hurry with a small two, he was a little overwhelmed when he saw the empty end plate.

"I'll let Qingyu and Qiu Ju send the bowls to our private room." Zhang Mengjie almost laughed when she saw Xu Dongjia's hellish expression: "This sand fruit is not good for a long time, I will make ten more bowls now, you will eat one bowl first, and send the rest to other private rooms."

In his own restaurant, Xu Dongjia asked the guests to deliver their own food, Xu Dongjia was a little reluctant at first, and then thought that the guests there were not simple guests, and it would be a trivial matter if they were "disturbed" to the point that they were more than this uncomfortable.

Thinking of another thing that Zhang Mengjie said to him, Xu Dongjia didn't want to waste time: "Then I'll go find the cook first."

Zhang Mengjie said: "Don't worry, it won't take much time to fry sand fruits, and you won't be able to delay it." Anyway, Qingfeng they will not be here. ”

Zhang Mengjie had long known that Xu Dongjia had guessed that the sister she was talking about was Qingfeng, and there were no outsiders here, so Zhang Mengjie did not shy away from it.

I knew that Xiao Meier's cooking skills were taught by Zhang Mengjie when she was making pastries in 'Xu Ji Pastry Shop', if it weren't for Xiao Meier's pastry skills, at the moment when she knew Zhang Mengjie's identity, Xu Dongjia was a cliff and didn't believe that this woman who looked at the fireworks in the world would cook. Looking at Qingyu again, Qiu Ju's face was calm, and he must have done this kind of thing in the palace. Xu Dongjia also accepted it calmly.

"I will do whatever Madame says, and I have no regrets in my life to be able to eat food made by Madame herself!"

"It's just a bowl of sand fruits, and the life of the Xu Dong family is inevitably too easy to satisfy!"

Zhang Mengjie's disapproval made Xu Dongjia speechless, is this still easy to satisfy? If it weren't for a coincidence, let alone eating the food made by the queen's mother today, even if you don't dare to look up! Don't say it's the queen's mother, it's the constant presence of Shu Jiupin, and they don't dare to look at it if they promise it! This queen mother is really, she really doesn't care about her identity more than him!

In a meditation at Xu Dongjia's house, Zhang Mengjie had already made two bowls of sand fruits.

"Qingyu, you can eat these two bowls of Qiu Ju first!" It's not that Zhang Mengjie is intimate, it's just that Yu Xilang has already eaten a bowl just now, and in some ways, it is most appropriate for the two of them to eat first at this time.

"Oh, yes, ma'am!" Finally ready to eat, the two of them took a bowl and ate happily.

Before waiting for the clear rain, Qiu Ju finished eating, and Zhang Mengjie also made the remaining three bowls: "Just one bowl per person, take it!"

In fact, before Zhang Mengjie could speak, Yu Xilang had already taken his bowl. After the clear rain, Qiu Ju's nature, Xu Dongjia also took a bowl to eat, and the care of eating it seemed to be eating an elixir.

Xu Dongjia can let go of eating, but the little er he called can't let go of eating, and at this moment he is very entangled in whether the only bowl left is his. What the lady in the owner's mouth just now, this bowl should be for him, right? But he couldn't believe it, he was just a little second sent by others, how dare he eat with the owner in front of the owner!

"Eat! It doesn't taste good when it melts! Zhang Mengjie didn't know the difference between the noble and the low in this era, but she still urged Xiao Er.

Xiao Er was also embarrassed and swallowed his saliva and looked at Xu Dongjia, Zhang Mengjie saw Xiao Er's tangled look that he wanted to take but didn't dare to take it, and said: "I am in charge of what I do, you don't need to ask Xu Dongjia's consent."

You are right to make Shaguo, but all the ingredients are from our owner! What's more, not to mention how can he be worthy of eating such a delicious thing with his identity: "Otherwise, the little one calls the little young master, this food looks like something that children like to eat."

"Don't say that when Yiyang comes, even when you find someone, this sand fruit will also melt. In the future, this sand fruit will be a special dessert in your restaurant, and you are afraid that you won't be able to eat it if you want to eat it in the next day? If you want to eat, you will eat, I have my own reason. Zhang Mengjie raised her eyes to the sky and sighed: Talking to the ancients is tired! (To be continued.) )