Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

"Ling Yue, come here, try the new steamed steamed buns." Song Hui greeted warmly, but he didn't put down his chopsticks to pick up Ling Yue, because he knew that Ling Yue actually had a slight obsession with cleanliness .

As soon as the lid of the steamed bun was lifted, the hot air of fresh fragrance came to the nostrils, and Yan Hui's face showed a look of intoxication, and blurted out: "It smells so good!"

The pride on Song Hui's face couldn't be hidden, "This is our old Song family's ancestral secret recipe. Uncovering ten lixiang, it's our old Song family's steamed stuffed bun!"

"Try it, you will never forget this taste from now on!"

Before Song Hui could finish speaking, Ling Yue had already put the steamed stuffed bun into Yan Hui's plate.

Seeing Xuanxuan, she reached out her hand secretly, and twisted the flesh around Song Hui's waist. Song Hui suffered from pain, but he wanted face, and the expression on his face was only distorted for a moment, and then returned to normal.

Now, he didn't dare to say anything more, and obediently picked up a steamed stuffed bun for Xuanxuan, "Honey, eat, let's see if what I made today is okay."

Xuanxuan ignored him, lifted the lid of the casserole, and scooped shredded chicken porridge for Yan Hui and Ling Yue.

Song Hui smiled mischievously, took a bun and put it in his mouth, and gently rubbed his poor flesh with the other hand.

After Ling Yue finished picking up Yan Hui, he picked up a small white and tender bun for himself.

He took a closer look first, secretly compared Baozi's fist with Yan Hui's, and finally came to a conclusion——

Yan Hui's fist is more beautiful.

The filling is soft, the aroma of oil is not greasy, and the entrance brings people an unparalleled taste enjoyment.

After eating one, I started to look forward to the next one, and I couldn't stop at all.

Ling Yue savored the taste of the steamed stuffed bun carefully, comparing it with Mr. Song's steamed stuffed bun in his mind, trying to find out the difference.

The taste is still the same, but Mr. Song is more sophisticated, the taste he made is neutral and peaceful, and the flavors of various seasonings can be perfectly blended together.

But Song Hui's steamed stuffed buns were a bit off-putting, a bit abrupt.

Ordinary people can't taste this at all, they only know it's delicious, but with Ling Yue's tricky tongue, the difference is clear.

However, Song Hui was able to have such a skill at such a young age, which is also very good.

For Yu Lingyue, this taste is nostalgia, but for Yan Hui, this taste is truly amazing.

Unexpectedly, there is such a delicacy hidden in this humble courtyard.

Yan Hui swallowed the steamed stuffed bun in her mouth, and gave Song Hui and Xuan Xuan a thumbs up. Song Hui said triumphantly, "I knew that no one could resist the taste of our old Song family!"

Xuanxuan smiled: "Yan Hui, eat as much as you like, don't be polite here, just treat it as your own home."

"Thank you sister Xuanxuan, I will definitely eat well, even if you don't tell me, I won't eat less." Yan Hui blinked her eyes playfully.

In fact, Song Hui and Xuanxuan had already eaten, but they just ate something to make them feel comfortable.

Yan Hui took a sip of the shredded chicken porridge boiled until the rice flakes burst open. The delicious taste made people linger and forget to return. She temporarily blocked the unhappiness of life in her mind and became simple and pure.

If Chef Jiang is the top taste, then this porridge is full of fireworks, although it is simple and plain, it is touching enough.

Yan Hui felt that this was the most wonderful enjoyment, and it was really the happiest thing to be able to start the day with delicious food.

With food in their stomachs, their hunger was relieved, and the two of them couldn't help but slow down their eating. Song Hui asked Ling Yue curiously: "Ling Yue, what are you doing now? It's been so many years, and I don't know how you live. How about it."

"It's nothing, it's just a small business." Ling Yue said lightly.

He didn't want to mix the pure friendship between the two of them with too many other things, so he didn't want to talk about Ling's either.

When Song Hui heard it, he immediately complained: "You boy, you never speak truthfully, small business? Tell me, it is a small business with a few digits!"

Ling Yue's family background is not simple, and this cognition has existed in Song Hui's mind since they first met.

Just ask, who has a Rolls-Royce to pick up and drop off?People who can have this kind of ostentation are definitely not ordinary people.

Therefore, when Ling Yue said that what he was doing was a "small business", Song Hui couldn't help but complain.

After Yan Hui heard this, she couldn't help feeling that Ling Yue was a little too pretentious about the letter between A and C.

Ling Yue scooped up another bowl of porridge, and he changed the topic with a faint smile: "Let's not talk about me, but Brother Song, how are you doing?"

Song Hui was taken aback, but he didn't expect Ling Yue to ask about his situation. He pointed to these guys in front of him: "I, I just cook porridge and sell buns!"

When he said that, Yan Hui realized that this place is actually a place for business, but why today there is not a single guest, but it is like an ordinary residence instead?

When they first met, she couldn't ask Song Hui directly, so she looked in Ling Yue's direction, waiting for him to ask.

Ling Yue really asked the question: "Today, why are there no guests here?"

As soon as this question was asked, the faces of the husband and wife became stiff, and Song Hui was even more speechless, not knowing what to say. Xuanxuan reacted first, and she said with a dry smile:
"This business, one day is good, one day is bad, how can there be people every day!"

This reason was quite normal and sounded convincing, but the expression on Ling Yue's face undoubtedly showed one thing - he didn't believe the reason Xuan Xuan said at all.

"Really?" Ling Yue stared at them fixedly, the couple couldn't look directly at them with such eyes, they avoided Ling Yue's gaze at the same time.

Now, Yan Hui was sure of one thing, something must have happened to Lao Song Congee Restaurant, otherwise it would not be so deserted, and the way the two of them kept silent really clearly explained their Something went wrong.

Song Hui lowered his head and ate the porridge like a cover-up: "Of course, what else can we do."

If one ignores his guilty tone and erratic eyes, then this statement still has credibility, but with his current behavior, anyone with a discerning eye can see that he must be hiding something.

Ling Yue simply put down his chopsticks: "Brother Song, look up at me."

"What are you looking at, hurry up and eat, it won't taste good after a while." Song Hui not only didn't raise his head, but lowered his head a little deeper, almost buried in the bowl.

"Brother Song, I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't expect you to be the same Brother Song back then. You didn't even dare to look up at me." Ling Yue's tone contained disappointment.

However, Yan Hui knew that Ling Yue's behavior was actually agitating.

He also knew Song Hui well, and knew that Song Hui couldn't stand aggressive generals the most.

Sure enough, Song Hui immediately raised his head to look at Ling Yue, his tone excited: "Who said I dare not look at you anymore, this one is up to you!"