my luck is on

After the movie ended, Wang Xiaoxiao still couldn't hide the smile on his face, and pestered Lu Yang to go shopping with her.

Gangdong is a city of gourmet food. No matter when you are hungry, you can find all kinds of food.

Lu Yang took a taxi and took Wang Xiaoxiao to a food street. Although it was almost early morning at this time, the crowd did not decrease because of the time.

On the contrary, there are more and more phenomena.

Lu Yang held Wang Xiaoxiao's little hand tightly, and pushed forward with the crowd, fearing that if Wang Xiaoxiao was not careful, Wang Xiaoxiao would make a mistake when the crowd pushed.

After finally squeezing in front of one of the stores, the two found two vacant seats that had just been vacated.

Looking at the dazzling array of menus on the wall, Wang Xiaoxiao was dazzled and didn't know what to order.

Lu Yang asked thoughtfully, "Xiaoxiao, what do you want to eat?"

Wang Xiaoxiao looked at the prepared food in front of him, and for a while, he didn't know what to order.

"Cousin-in-law, this is my first time here, why don't you help me order."

Lu Yang nodded, and walked to the cash register, ready to order some home-cooked snacks.

Suddenly, Lu Yang froze.

In the back kitchen, a middle-aged man is kneading noodles with his hands.

I saw him hitting the dough hard, but there was no sound.

This strange phenomenon aroused Lu Yang's curiosity.

It is a bit interesting to knead the dough with so much strength, but there is no sound at all.

Before he knew it, Lu Yang forgot something.

"Cousin-in-law, cousin-in-law."

Hearing Wang Xiaoxiao's call, Lu Yang came back to his senses.

Lu Yang casually said, "Smile, what's the matter?"

Wang Xiaoxiao said with a puzzled face: "Brother-in-law, what were you looking at just now? Why are you so engrossed in watching? Have you taken a fancy to some beautiful girl?"

Hearing this sentence, Lu Yang blushed and said with a wry smile, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Hee hee, cousin-in-law, I'm just joking with you, your face is so red, you don't have high blood pressure at a young age, do you?"

"I am so strong, how could I have high blood pressure?"

Lu Yang joked, "I was just thinking about something.

"Thinking about something?"

Wang Xiaoxiao looked behind Lu Yang, and also noticed the weirdness of the pastry chef inside, and said, "Are you studying the pastry master's production techniques?"

Maybe it was because she spoke too loudly, the middle-aged man kneading the dough suddenly stopped.

When the middle-aged man stopped, he also glanced at Lu Yang.

Afterwards, the middle-aged man pretended to be nonchalant and continued to knead the dough in his hand.

Lu Yang changed the subject calmly, and talked with Wang Xiaoxiao about other topics, but still focused on the middle-aged man.

While the two were eating and chatting, the middle-aged man happened to knead the dough into a ball.

Lu Yang thought that a middle-aged man would make noodle sticks into strips and make biscuits, but he didn't do that.

The middle-aged man covered the kneaded noodle balls with a noodle bag and put them in the front corner to stand.

Then, the man opened the flour bag and took out a noodle ball that was bigger than before, and then used the noodle ball to make sesame seed cakes.

The middle-aged man put the noodle ball in front of the snack table, picked up the corner of the noodle ball, and threw it on the snack table.

Some customers who were just chatting were startled by the loud noise when the noodle ball made a sound, and they turned back to check what happened?

The middle-aged man looked calm, ignored the customer's expression at all, and continued to do his work.

Under the eyes of everyone, the middle-aged man beat the noodle ball calmly until it turned into a soft noodle stick.

This seemingly easy swinging action is actually an extremely strenuous task.

After the middle-aged man rested, he used his hands instead of knives to pinch out fist-sized dough and arranged them in neat small squares.

At this moment, the middle-aged man picked up the rolling pin next to him and began to press and roll the dough into a rectangular sesame seed cake. After dipping in sesame seeds, he put it on the iron stove for grilling.

Under Lu Yang's silent attention, the middle-aged man went to the road alone to light a cigarette and began to puff.

Seeing this, Lu Yang pulled Wang Xiaoxiao, ready to pay the bill and go back to sleep.

When they were walking on the road, the middle-aged man appeared in front of them, blocking their way.

Lu Yang pulled Wang Xiaoxiao behind him, showing a guarded look, and said, "Uncle, what's the matter?"

The middle-aged man glanced at him and said, "Boy, what's the purpose of you peeking at me just now?"

Lu Yang smiled lightly and said, "Uncle, I think it's interesting that you make biscuits, so I just took a few more glances, don't you mind?"

"Humph!"

The middle-aged man sneered and said: "Boy, don't think that I will not know about stealing my cooking skills! Tell me, who sent you to steal my cooking skills! If you don't tell me, I, Feng Changqing, will never end with you!"

Judging from the other party's swollen face, Wang Xiaoxiao guessed that the middle-aged man was in a state of rampage and might hit someone at any time, so he looked at Lu Yang worriedly.

"Uncle, you think too much, I think you are just curious."

Lu Yang shrugged his shoulders with a look of helplessness.

Wang Xiaoxiao hurriedly smoothed things over and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry, we just came to eat, and we didn't intend to learn your cooking skills secretly. Please don't misunderstand."

Wang Xiaoxiao's sweet and lovely smile and sincere tone did not dispel Feng Changqing's anger.

Feng Changqing said with a cold face: "Boy, are you someone sent by Zhou Chucai?"

Hearing the word Zhou Chucai, Lu Yang's pupils shrank.

Isn't Zhou Chucai the follower next to An Xin?

Wang Xiaoxiao quickly explained: "Uncle, you really don't misunderstand, we are not here to secretly learn cooking skills."

Feng Changqing glanced at Wang Xiaoxiao, then looked Lu Yang up and down, and said, "Little girl, you can go, but he must stay!"

Wang Xiaoxiao asked suspiciously: "Uncle, what do you mean by that?"

Lu Yang said angrily, "Why do you want me to stay? I didn't offend you!"

"Ding! The host is ridiculed, luck value +15!"

"Because I am very sure that you are the person sent by Zhou Chucai!"

Feng Changqing was sure that Lu Yang was stealing from his teacher to learn art, and every sentence he said was more ugly than others.

For Feng Changqing's unsubstantiated accusation, Lu Yang couldn't help being furious, and his attitude was no longer polite. He shouted: "I think you should go to the hospital and have a look at your own head! You are really sick by framing others for no reason!"

"Ding! The host is hated, luck value +15!"

"Ding! Feng Changqing's favorability towards the host has dropped to disgust!"

Seeing that the two of them were talking more and more stiffly, Wang Xiaoxiao said with a cold face: "Cousin, don't argue with him, this uncle looks weird, he must be mentally ill."

Lu Yang glanced at him, nodded and said, "Today is really unlucky! I didn't expect to meet a lunatic while eating supper. Let's go."

Just when Lu Yang was about to bypass Feng Changqing and leave, a blow of fist directly hit him.