Such a lunch, Yue Qingsong, who ate it, felt a lot of emotion, the taste buried in his childhood memories many years ago, he never thought that it would be reproduced by his friend Feng Yifan.

And the people who also ate this bowl of noodles and ate that memory are Feng Jiandong.

In this bowl of noodles, the taste cooked by Feng Yifan's grandmother back then, how could Feng Jiandong not eat it?

In Feng Jiandong's heart, he felt guilty about his deceased mother.

At the beginning, Feng Jiandong was able to enter the factory in the city, but he replaced his mother's quota, and his mother could only return to the countryside.

His mother's decision changed the trajectory of Feng Jiandong's life and gave him the opportunity to broaden his horizons.

In Feng Jiandong's view, if his mother hadn't let him take over the factory position, he might have been able to farm in the countryside.

Although Feng Jiandong and his wife Lu Cuiling are also farmers, because they have some experience in the city and have a broader vision, they will think of planting vegetables scientifically, so as to build today's vegetable base in the township and lead the villagers to common prosperity.

For this matter, the town and township even had to give awards to Feng Jiandong and Lu Cuiling.

However, the award was rejected by the old couple.

Feng Jiandong felt that he was able to do what he is doing today because his old mother was willing to spend her ordinary life in the countryside, so he really deserved to accept the award.

Naturally, in the depths of Feng Jiandong's memory, he also has the impression of such a bowl of noodles as his old mother.

And Feng Jiandong thought even longer.

Feng Jiandong thought of the hardships of his father when he was still young because of the unfortunate sacrifice of rescuing the materials in the factory, and his mother pulled him alone to become an adult.

thought that in order to allow the two of them to work hard in the city, her mother took the initiative to take her grandson back to the countryside to help them raise them.

Thinking of their son, who had been separated for too long, he gradually re-accepted them as parents under the persuasion of his grandmother.

In the end, those bitterness, those guilt, and those joys gathered in the bowl of noodles in front of them.

The taste may only be understood by Feng Jiandong.

Eating noodles, memories of scenes surfaced in his mind, Feng Jiandong's eyes slowly moistened, and finally a few tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Drip into the bowl, adding a bit of bitterness to this bowl of noodles in memory.

When Feng Jiandong was reminiscing and eating, a small hand suddenly reached out to his face and helped him wipe away the tears on his face.

The little granddaughter's soft voice then sounded: "Grandpa, why are you crying? Are you putting too much spicy and spicy? Grandpa, you have to put less spicy and spicy, that is not delicious, Ruoruo doesn't like to eat it." ”

Feng Jiandong, who was originally immersed in sentimentality, was awakened by his little granddaughter in an instant.

Suddenly came back to his senses, was stunned for a while, and looked down at the little granddaughter with a serious face.

Feng Jiandong recovered from that sentimentality in an instant, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Okay, grandpa listens to Ruoruo, and grandpa will eat less spicy food in the future. ”

Feng Ruoruo saw that Grandpa agreed, and immediately laughed: "Grandpa, in fact, it is not spicy, Dad's noodles are as delicious, Ruoruo likes the fish made by Dad today, there are no thorns." ”

At this time, Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei also came together, and the two little girls also agreed with Feng Ruoruo's words.

Yang Xiaoxi said: "That's right, today's fish is delicious, there are no thorns, you can eat it directly." ”

Chen Yaofei nodded and said, "Well, we don't like thorns. ”

When Feng Jiandong heard the words of the three little girls, he suddenly couldn't help but be happy, and the longing for the old mother in his heart was still deep in his heart. is determined to live a good life today, so as to live up to the old mother's dedication to him and the family all his life.

At this moment, the voice of the old man Zhuang Daozhong came from the other table.

"Not bad, Jin Rong, Yifan's bowl of sauerkraut and small yellow croaker noodles is really delicious, especially this way of eating fish fillets, there is a feeling of 'general crossing the bridge'. ”

Shi Jinbin added next to him: "The soup is pure white, the soup is delicious, it does not rob the freshness of the fish, and it makes the noodles taste salty and sour. ”

Su Jinrong heard the praise of the two, smiled and said, "Yellow fish noodles are not passed down by Su Ji." ”

Hearing this, Yue Qingsong couldn't help but say: "This bowl of sauerkraut yellow croaker noodles was passed down by my grandmother, when I was a child, I often went to Yifan's house, and Yifan's grandmother often made such noodles." ”

Being said by Yue Qingsong, Zhuang Daozhong and Shi Jinbin looked at Feng Jiandong together.

Feng Jiandong came into contact with the eyes of the two, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, Yifan's grandmother does do it often." ”

Then, Feng Jiandong said: "Our hometown is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and river fresh food is relatively common, so my mother is really good at cooking fish, and I also like to eat my mother's cooked fish when I was young." ”

Hearing this, Zhuang Daozhong nodded, and then the old man smiled at Su Jinrong and said, "Jinrong, it seems that Yifan, the kid's culinary enlightenment, is his grandmother." ”

Feng Ruoruo heard Grandpa Tai call her father a "child", and the little girl leaned over and said, "Grandpa, what you said is not right." ”

Old Man Zhuang looked at the little girl strangely: "Oh, where did Grandpa Tai say wrong?"

Feng Ruoruo continued: "Dad is an adult, he is not a child, Ruoruo is a child." ”

This sentence made everyone present stunned, and Zhuang Daozhong did not slow down at first.

After being quiet for a while, Lu Cuiling laughed first: "Hahaha, hey, you little thing, your little mouth is really getting better and better, and you don't want to say that Dad is a 'child'?"

Feng Ruoruo turned her head and pouted at her grandmother: "Yes, Dad is an adult, not a child." ”

Lu Cuiling said happily: "But your father, in the eyes of your grandparents, is still a child, because your father is a child of your grandparents, and in the eyes of your grandfather, he is also a child." ”

The conversation between the grandfather and grandson brought Zhuang Daozhong back to his senses and understood what the little girl meant.

Old Man Zhuang then also became happy: "Hahaha, I said it wrong, forgetting that Feng Yifan is already Feng Ruoruo's father, so he can't be regarded as a child." ”

Such a sentence made everyone present react, and suddenly all the adults laughed.

At this moment, I felt that Feng Ruoruo, a little girl, was really interesting.

Even some of the diners in the restaurant were amused by the little girl's words.

"Hahaha, the owner's daughter is so cute. ”

"People are small bosses, and they will be the bosses of this century-old brand in the future, of course, they are very smart. ”

"Hahaha, yes, that's right, the little boss will be the boss here in the future. ”

"That is, don't treat people as children, thinking that everything can fool people. ”

"It's really fun, it's a joy to come here to eat. ”

"Of course, one of the major features of Su Ji today is our happy little boss. ”

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After receiving everyone's praise, Feng Ruoruo was embarrassed, and quickly ran back to her grandmother's side, and immediately fell into her grandmother's arms.

Lu Cuiling hugged her little granddaughter and said happily, "What's the matter? Why are you embarrassed? Everyone is praising you." ”

Feng Ruoruo was reluctant to come out in her grandmother's arms: "No, everyone says I, if you don't want it." ”

When Lu Cuiling heard her little granddaughter's words, she raised her head and said to everyone: "You all eat well, don't talk about our little boss anymore, otherwise you won't do your business in the future." ”

Hearing grandma's words, everyone couldn't help but laugh again.

The atmosphere in the restaurant is really very happy for the diners.

As time went by, lunch time passed quickly, and the diners who came to play on those weekends naturally felt a sense of regret because they were playing outside.

However, everyone still respected Su Ji's rules, and when they saw the proofing at noon, they chose to leave.

The two brothers, Yue Qingsong and Yue Yibai, were also a little puzzled when they saw that the restaurant would be closed for a while in the afternoon.

Yue Qingsong didn't ask his doubts directly.

But Yue Yibai was young after all, so he directly asked the doubts in his heart.

"The business of the restaurant is so good, why is it closed at noon?"

Hearing this question, Shi Jinbin spoke on behalf of Su Jinrong and said: "This is Su Ji's rule, it is open from noon to half past two in the afternoon, because our chefs also need to rest, and we also have to prepare ingredients for the evening business." ”

Yue Yibai still didn't quite understand: "But, since the business is so good, why don't you stay open until the evening?"

Zhuang Daozhong opened his mouth this time and said: "The so-called business here cannot be done, and you must leave room for yourself." ”

Seeing that Yue Yibai was deep in thought, Zhuang Daozhong then gave some explanations.

"Think about it, if Su Ji has been selling noodles and fried rice at noon, what will happen to the preparation at night?

Also, do you see anyone coming in for lunch?"

Asked by Old Man Zhuang like this, the two brothers Yue Qingsong and Yue Yibai took a look and found that no one had come in for lunch.

Especially after half past two, there are basically a few people who come sporadically.

After all, Yue Qingsong was old, and he had also gone to school and worked in the city, so he understood what Old Man Zhuang meant.

"I learned that instead of wasting time after lunch for a few occasional guests, it would be better to rest after lunchtime and then free up time to prepare for the evening, which would make dinner even better. ”

Zhuang Daozhong nodded: "Yes, that's the truth." ”

Shi Jinbin said: "When I was in Su Ji before, Master only started business after six o'clock. ”

Yue Yibai asked curiously, "Is it going to be so late?"

Yue Qingsong helped to answer: "After six o'clock, it is almost dinner time. ”

Yue Yibai then asked, "What about now?"

It just so happened that Feng Yifan came out of the back kitchen at this time, and replied with a smile: "Now we start at five o'clock in the afternoon, but basically the guests come around six o'clock." ”

When Yue Yibai saw Feng Yifan coming out, he immediately said, "Brother Yifan, your bowl of noodles is really delicious." ”

Feng Yifan smiled and asked, "Did you eat the noodles made by grandma at my house before?"

Yue Yibai was stunned for a moment, scratching his head embarrassedly: "Brother Yifan, I forgot the taste of the noodles made by my grandmother." ”

In fact, this is not surprising, Yue Yibai's original grade was still a little younger after all.

Yue Qingsong took over his younger brother's words at this time, and said seriously: "Yes, I feel the same as my grandmother's cooking, Yifan, you really didn't disappoint your grandmother." ”

Hearing Fa Xiao mention his grandmother, and hearing that Fa Xiao did not disappoint his grandmother, Feng Yifan suddenly felt a little sad.

"Oh, it's a pity that she didn't see grandma. ”

Such a sentence is full of the feeling of missing grandma.

The atmosphere in the restaurant seems to freeze all at once.

Su Ruoxi walked to her husband's side, stretched out her hand and gently stroked her husband's arm, and silently comforted her husband.

Under the warm comfort of his wife, Feng Yifan quickly adjusted his mood.

Then, Feng Yifan smiled and said to Yue Qingsong, "Qingsong, have you seen my daughter?

When Yue Qingsong heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he relieved himself and said, "Is this comparable?"

Feng Yifan smiled again and asked, "Why is there no comparison?"

Yue Qingsong was a little depressed and said: "You also said that my family is a son, and my son is about to enter middle school, where is there anything cute to say?"

Feng Yifan laughed: "Hahaha, that's still my daughter's cuteness." ”

Su Ruoxi was also amused by her husband, and reached out to pat her husband gently: "Do you keep praising your daughter like this? Then why didn't you come out and go upstairs to put your daughter to sleep just now?"

After lunch, it is indeed difficult to coax Feng Ruoruo, Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei to sleep.

Because it wasn't in kindergarten, the three little girls were playing a little crazy in the restaurant, so they didn't feel the slightest bit sleepy at all.

Although they obediently went upstairs, it was really not that simple to let them sleep.

After a long period of coaxing, the three little girls were finally allowed to sleep obediently.

Feng Yifan heard his wife's words, hugged his wife and said, "Actually, I don't want to sleep at noon, so let them play down for a while, and sleep together at night." ”

Su Ruoxi was disgusted: "You are used to your daughter, you can rely on your daughter for everything, your daughter is used to being bad by you, I see what you do." ”

Hearing Su Ruoxi's disgusting words, everyone laughed along, and they all felt that Feng Yifan was indeed a little too fond of his daughter. But no one thinks there's anything wrong with it.

Yue Qingsong said a little unconvinced at this time: "Don't be complacent, my second child is about to be born, and I will definitely have a daughter who will not lose to your family." ”

Feng Yifan smiled and asked, "You know it's a daughter?"

Yue Qingsong said seriously: "It must be, a son and a daughter, just right." ”

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "You really dare to think about it, then I can only wish you ......."

Speaking of this, he deliberately paused, and when Yue Qingsong saw Feng Yifan pause, he instantly looked nervous, and even stared at him with wide eyes.

There is a big kind of posture that if you dare to talk nonsense, you have to go up and fight hard.

Everyone else also looked at Feng Yifan strangely.

After a pause, Feng Yifan finally said, "Don't be nervous, I'm ready to wish you what you want." ”

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