"How's it going?" Yu Jianguo leaned on the cash register, scratching his ears and looking at the note in the proprietress hand.

That's right, in order to ensure the fairness and justice of the game, the proprietress sent a note to everyone, indicating two different jars of meat with A and B, and you only need to hook the tip of the pen a little to know which one everyone likes in their hearts.

Compared with Yu Jianguo's anxiety, Yu Jian seemed much calmer, and followed Aunt Cleaning to clean up the plates on the table.

Aunt Cleaning chewed her ears with Yu Jian in Mandarin, which was not particularly fluent: "Creek...... You've made a delicious meal!" She couldn't change her name for a while.

Yu Jian also whispered, "I think so too."

As soon as she looked up with a smile, she saw Yu Jianguo glaring at her angrily, and she made a gesture of cutting her neck with her hands. Yu Jian shrugged her shoulders, pretending not to see it and lowered her head.

Yu Jianguo continued to turn to the proprietress who was still singing the vote, her face full of expectation: "Did I win?"

The proprietress put down the last note, confirmed the result, and shook her head at him with some regret.

Yu Jianguo was incredulous: "Did I lose?"

The proprietress shook her head indifferently again. This time, she didn't sell Guanzi anymore, she shook it with a wad of notes, and announced: "There are 20 customers in the lunch market, 10 of whom like the elegant mutton soup made by Master Jianguo, and 10 who choose Yu Jian's traditional pot meat. So in the first half, you two were tied......

Yu Jianguo suddenly put his heart in his stomach, but he was still a little depressed when he thought about it: "How can so many people like the sheep soup made by the stinky girl?"

Yu Jian didn't care about this, although there were 20 guests at this lunch market, but the soup only gave 19 servings, she raised her hand: "I have an objection. What choice did Po make with his mother?"

Speaking of which, the two chefs really didn't see this episode. As a child, Xiaobao originally had no choice, and his mother chose the traditional jar meat with a more domineering taste. But when it came time to vote, the little guy was not happy. With tears in his eyes, he looked at his mother and said, "But I really want to choose this milk jar meat—"

The proprietress watched the two stalemate, played a round, and gave Xiaobao a pen and a piece of paper again, so that he could vote for his heartlove. Watching the proprietress accept her note, Xiaobao's waist straightened a lot when she walked.

As soon as the proprietress said this, it was Yu Jianguo's turn to be upset: "What's the matter, children don't have the right to choose?!" Hmph - fortunately, the proprietress is powerful, otherwise he wouldn't have lost his daughter inexplicably?

Yu Jian was stunned by what he said, and looked at the old father's eyes that were obviously wrong. What's going on? What the hell is her father's sudden desire to win? It's like I have to stand on top of her and dance today......

There is a good saying: you don't guess what a girl thinks, you can't guess it even if you guess it. But it's even harder to guess what a middle-aged man thinks......

Yu Jianguo silently squatted in front of the ingredient basket in the back kitchen, picking and preparing the ingredients for dinner. After a while, he suddenly laughed out loud.

At this time, he can be regarded as coming back to his senses, where is he going to compete with his daughter, he obviously doesn't want to lose to that female young secretary! But then again, no matter how powerful this female young qing was in ancient times, isn't she still his daughter Yu Jianguo? Don't you still have to call him "Daddy" obediently when you meet?

Thinking of this, the last breath of turbidity in Yu Jianguo's heart has disappeared, and the beauty in his heart is full of words.

When Yu Jian walked in, he saw him squatting there alone, lamenting and smirking, and couldn't help frowning. Her dad can't be stimulated by something, right......?

"Daddy?" Yu Jian carefully patted his back and called softly.

Yu Jianguo turned his head and looked at her kindly: "Hey, what's the matter with my good daughter?"

The gentle and watery tone and voice made Yu Jian shiver in the residual temperature of the naan pit, she took two steps back, and said in a trembling voice, "Dad, you...... Are you alright?"

Yu Jianguo became more gentle, pointed at himself and said, "Me? I

What could it be? Packed up outside? Are you tired? It's not cured yet, but we need to rest......

Hearing this, Yu Jian took two steps back and looked at her old father with a frightened face. Oh my god - that's scared...... It's not menopause, is it? Why are there emotions for a while? It's scary!!

……

Before dinner, Yu Jianguo's desire to win suddenly rose again, and he followed the proprietress to tinker with a voting mechanism. In order to be afraid that the proprietress would cheat, she also took advantage of the lunch break to make a simple ballot box.

Patting the cardboard box inside that was completely invisible, Yu Jianguo smiled sheepishly: "Ah Jian, look at it, I will definitely win you this time!"

Yu Jian replied perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, you are right!" However, the gesture of putting the soup in the teapot did not stop at all, and even put a few more flavors to taste.

At mealtime, a number of familiar faces came in, and the taxi driver was one of them. As soon as I entered the room, I took a deep breath, took off the leather gloves I had worn for a day, and greeted the proprietress: "I thought you wouldn't open a store today!"

The proprietress poured hot water into his thermos flask and complained, "It's not that I'm afraid that you won't be hungry and dare not eat out, the little girl is sick and comes to cook!"

The taxi driver's face turned pale, but the warm pot was held in his arms, and he had a weak heart that was poked by her, and his voice was two points weaker: "It's a little bit to save a little!"

How could the proprietress not know about his family situation, and patted him on the shoulder to give him silent encouragement.

As if thinking of something, the taxi driver suddenly reminded her, "Yesterday I picked up someone at the train station, who came from a foreign country, and as soon as he got on the bus, he asked me about the hotel. Gulee, have you been in trouble lately?"

The proprietress was stunned: "No—"

The taxi driver touched his head and muttered, "That's weird, you said that this stranger asked you what you were doing in an unknown restaurant?"

The proprietress grinned, "Who knows? By the way, is my restaurant so famous?"

The driver hurriedly haha: "No, no, in our hearts, you are the No. 1 hotel in our hearts." I also talked about foreign words that I heard on the radio.

Under this ridicule, the tense atmosphere just now eased a little. The proprietress turned around, lowered her head to avoid the driver's gaze, and under her half-hanging eyelashes, she was thoughtful......

At this moment, Yu Jian walked out of the back kitchen with a large pot of dishes. When she passed by the proprietress she paused, she was a little surprised by the horror on her face.