Chen Xiaomeng pouted, this Liu Juncheng, tell the teacher everything, and I'll settle accounts with you later!

"Xiaomeng, don't blame him, I care about you very much, I know that he is your neighbor, so sometimes I will ask him about your situation."

"Oh."

"Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, not to mention that he is your father, and you will have to live together in the future."

Hmph, I'd rather be alone than live with this big drunkard and gambler of labor camps!

"I can understand your feelings, is his past distressing to you? He has left you since you were a child, and it is normal for you to lack a little bit of relationship between father and daughter, but after all, you are relatives by blood, and I believe it will get better and better. ”

"Teacher Li, he ......"

Chen Xiaomeng wanted to say that this so-called father didn't look like a father at all, not to mention the five poisons and decathlon, and even stole his daughter's money, but how could he tell outsiders about such a shameful thing? Doesn't the book say that family ugliness should not be publicized? Or don't say it.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing ......"

Li Yue knew that Chen Xiaomeng didn't want to tell herself, and secretly thought that such a young child would be so guarded and show maturity that did not belong to her age, it must be related to her experience, and she would have to communicate with her more in the future to let her open her heart.

"Give you apples."

Chen Xiaomeng took the apple, "Thank you, Mr. Li." ”

"Next Friday, the school is going to hold a special sports day, and the school will let the parents of the students also participate, and you call your father, this is an opportunity to enhance the relationship between your father and daughter."

"Teacher Li, don't let him come." Chen Xiaomeng felt that it was too embarrassing to let Chen Fenglai.

"He must come, that's it."

"Ang ......," Chen Xiaomeng replied helplessly.

"Go back to the classroom, and don't forget to tell your dad about it when you get home, it's next Friday."

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Although the Good Buddy Restaurant is two-storey, only the first floor is a dining room, and there are no private rooms, and there are six tables and chairs that are a little worn out in it, and a thin old man with a broken arm is carefully wiping a table with one hand.

He looked up at Chen Feng and Jia Peng who came in, and a smile appeared on his old wrinkled face, "I'm sorry, there is no chef, you can't do it if you eat stir-fried vegetables, I can only serve you a bowl of noodles." ”

The old man looked at the two of them while talking, and saw that the two of them were very wet and embarrassed, and secretly wondered if the two of them had fallen into the ditch?

Jia Peng asked: "Uncle, you have an advertisement for recruiting chefs at your door, do you want to recruit chefs?" ”

The old man with a broken arm sighed slightly, "Originally, because the chef in the restaurant had just left, I wrote this recruitment notice, but I didn't need it, because in a week, my restaurant was going to be demolished." ”

"Wouldn't it, so unfortunate? Do we want to be chefs? ”

"Then you'll have to look somewhere else."

"Uncle, since it's being demolished next week, you still have to be open for business these days, why don't we do it for a few days?" Jia Peng didn't want to give up.

The old man shook his head, "You have all seen it, let alone eating, there are not even a few passers on this street, so it doesn't matter if you invite a chef or not." ”

"Who's to say no? Isn't this someone coming? Jia Peng pointed to the street outside the door.

It wasn't ordinary people who came, a very luxurious business sedan pulled up on the side of the road.

The driver got out of the car first, opened the door of the back seat of the car, blocked the roof with one hand, and escorted a middle-aged man wearing a stand-up collar suit out of the car with the other.

The middle-aged man looked around the street and said, "It seems that the demolition is almost complete, and it is estimated that construction will start next month." ”

The driver said: "Yes Chu Dong, with our strength, it is estimated that within a year, this most luxurious business district in Mingjiang City will be completed." ”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, "Liu Ming, I'm a little hungry, let's go eat something." ”

"Chu Dong, where is there any good hotel in this place? I'll drive somewhere else to eat. ”

The middle-aged man pointed to the good buddy restaurant and said, "Let's eat something in this small restaurant." ”

"How can you be worthy of your identity to eat in such a small restaurant?"

"What does eating have to do with identity? How can there be so much attention? Besides, I, Chu Yunfei, started my business from a small restaurant back then, and I can't forget my roots. After speaking, he walked towards the good buddy restaurant.

Liu Ming had no choice but to hurry up.

Chu Yunfei and the two walked into the restaurant, glanced at Chen Feng and Jia Peng, who were a little embarrassed, strangely, and then looked at the one-armed old man and said, "Brother, just stir-fry two dishes, and then two bowls of rice." ”

The one-armed old man said embarrassedly: "Boss, I can't do anything else, I can only make you a bowl of noodles." ”

Liu Ming said: "Chu Dong, let's go eat elsewhere." He saw that the old man was disabled, and thought to himself what delicious food a disabled old man could make?

Chu Yunfei shook his head, looked at the one-armed old man and said with a smile: "Noodles are okay, let's have two bowls of Yangchun noodles." ”

The one-armed old man frowned, he couldn't make Yangchun noodles, so he could only put down a bowl of noodles and choke a pot at most.

"Okay, you wait."

It was Chen Feng who spoke, and he stood up, "But I may have to ask you to wait a little longer." ”

Strange to say, when Chu Yunfei said the three words Yangchun noodles just now, Chen Feng's mind suddenly flashed several methods of Yangchun noodles, and they were very detailed. Looks like I've worked as a cook in prison before.

So he couldn't help but open his mouth and promise to come down for the one-armed old man.

"It doesn't matter."

Jia Peng immediately picked up the teapot, "Boss, drink some tea first." ”

Chen Feng walked into the back kitchen, and then the one-armed old man walked in, "Little brother, do you really know how to make Yangchun noodles?" ”

Chen Feng nodded, "But I don't know if your materials are all incomplete?" Is there lard? ”

"Yes, some of the previous chefs haven't finished practicing yet." The one-armed old man took out the oil jar containing the pork and opened it, "And half a jar, what else do you need?" ”

"Flour, eggs, shallots, pepper."

"It's all ordinary ingredients, it's all there." The one-armed old man opened a cauldron, "There is also a big bone broth that I specially boiled for the noodles, do you use it?" ”

"It's even better if there's a big bone broth."

One of the more delicious ways to make Yangchun noodles that came to Chen Feng's mind was to use large bone broth.

The one-armed old man didn't see what Chen Feng did, he had to go to the front to greet the guests.

Chu Yunfei saw the old man coming over, and asked with a smile, "What is your surname?" ”

"My surname is Liu, and my name is Liu Yi."

"I see that many houses in the neighborhood have been demolished, but you have been here for a long time."

The old man Liu Yi said with a smile: "I have been in this small restaurant on this street for decades, and I really have feelings, even if my arm is disabled a few years ago, I didn't stop, so I hired a chef to continue to operate, and now I am also old, and I am ready to go back to my hometown after closing the restaurant, and I can work for a few days." ”