Old Hsu Kee Noodle House

Just to torture me and refuse to ask a person for help?Do you have any friends like this! "

Yingsan put the fried teppanyaki on a plate and served it to the guest's table. At the same time, he went to pick up the beer and soy milk that the guest had been drinking for a long time. When he came back, he said to Xu Zhenbiao,

"I'm saving money, how many people do I ask for help! Besides, with your excellent zero-priced labor force, why should I waste that money to hire people?"

Xu Zhenbiao bent down to get the thermos,

"You are always in a hurry, I will go back first."

Yingsan pressed against the baffle below, laughing,

"I was wrong, I was wrong, there is such an excellent chef as you and your superb knife skills, no one can compare to you~ right~"

Xu Zhenbiao hummed,

"You coax me again."

Turned to the knife, shrugged,

"Who told me to love to listen~"

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Midnight in summer is a paradise for night owl foodies. Even the chubby little girl standing in front of the teppanyaki looks cute and cute under the orange light. The fragrant meat dish, sprinkled with shovelful shovelful of cumin and chili noodles, has a kind of awe-inspiring righteousness.

Xu Zhenbiao wiped off his sweat, raised his head and took a sip of the ice-cold beer, and smiled inwardly. In fact, what is the difference between a chef and this kind of roadside stall master?Cooking the same food and living the same life, I am not saying how much I love the profession of chef, and Yingsan may not necessarily like teppanyaki, but that is what it is... After drinking a glass of beer, Xu Zhenbiao took a break for a while and began to think about it. Weekly Chengdu Food Festival Competition.

"Yingsan, you said that if I win the prize and enter the Yanyu Pavilion, will I be mad?"

Yingsan handed over the fat little girl's big box of teppanyaki, and squeezed his eyes with a "handsome" smile of a night man, only staring at the little fat girl,

"Boss, you have needles in your eyes!"

Yingsan huffed,

"It's called winking! You're the only one with the eye of a needle, fat girl!"

The chubby girl hated being told that she was fat. As soon as Ying uttered the words, Xu Zhenbiao raised his forehead and thought it was not good. Sure enough, the chubby girl deflated her mouth, turned her head and shouted at the fruit shop opposite,

"Father! Teppanyaki called me fat again!!"

"..."

Yingsan rolled his eyes and said angrily,

"You still say I have the eye of a needle!"

A man came out of the opposite fruit shop, not tall and thin, holding a small bunch of red grapes in his hand, frowning, he walked up to the fat little girl, touched his precious daughter's chubby little face, just a moment later. With a displeased face, he said to Yingsan,

"How can you say that about my daughter? Is my daughter called fat? This is called mellow ~ this is called blessing ~ this is called good health~ Don't you even have the most basic respect for a girl Yingsan? I have already treated you I've said it many times, why do you keep doing this?"

After he finished speaking, he walked directly in front of Yingsan, and the bunch of red grapes in his hand was already in the hands of the fat little girl. The little girl happily ate while watching her great father teach Yingsan a lesson.

Xu Zhenbiao moved over, spread his hands,

"Yaya little beauty, give brother A Biao something to eat?"

The 6-year-old chubby girl, Yaya, was very happy when she heard someone calling her a beauty. She turned her head and saw her favorite handsome brother A Biao, and she was even happier. The chubby smiling face trembled and trembled,

"Brother Biao!"

Xu Zhenbiao got the red mention, and happily pointed to Yingsan,

"Look at the fun~"

The owner of the fruit shop is still tirelessly educating Yingsan,

"Although Yaya is still young, a child's heart is fragile and needs our care. We should protect her with great love instead of hurting her balabalabala with a little heart"

Yingsan got a headache when he heard that,

"Then she still said that my eyes have needle eyes, why didn't you say anything?"

"That's called Tongyan Wuji, that's called sincerely caring about you."

The fruit shop owner squinted at Yingsan's face,

"I think your eyes really look like needle eyes. I have eye drops at home. I will bring them to you tomorrow. Hey~~~ You are like this, you don't pay attention to your words at all. I think I was at your age back then. When I was young, I had the same virtues as you, so I suffered a lot... Hey~~ When you reach my age, you will know the hardships of life..."

Xu Zhenbiao turned to look at Yaya,

"Hey, I still don't know how old your father is, he looks quite young."

Yaya looked at the sky with a wrinkled face, and thought hard,

"dad……"

After thinking about it for a while, I realized that I didn't know it, so I panicked, and rushed to the little chubby pier and threw himself on his father, almost knocking him to the ground. With Yingsan's support, the fruit shop owner was able to catch the girl Ah, bowed his head and asked softly,

"What's the matter? Yaya, where's your red grape? Just finished eating?"

Xu Zhenbiao shook his hands, and the remaining two red bags rolled under the teppanyaki cart.

Yaya was so worried about his father's age that she couldn't care about Hong Ti's affairs. She grabbed her father's arm with her chubby little hand and asked,

"Daddy, how old are you? I don't know how old you are, Daddy!"

The owner of the fruit shop was stunned for a moment, then laughed,

"Dad..."

He paused, frowned,

"Yeah... how old am I this year?"

Xu Zhenbiao let out a laugh, and coughed quickly when the owner of the fruit shop glanced over,

"Just tell me what year you were born?"

The owner of the fruit shop then smiled brightly, nodded,

"Me, I was born in 88."

"..."

Both Xu Zhenbiao and Yingsan's eyes widened for a moment, and they glanced up and down at the young face of the fruit shop owner. This man... was only three or four years older than them...

The owner of the fruit shop has already dragged Yaya to the opposite side, saying as he walked,

"Yaya, although teppanyaki is delicious, eating too much is bad for your health."

"Why? There are a lot of vegetables in the teppanyaki?"

"But it's unhygienic..."

Hearing the words of the two people, one thin, one fat, one tall and one short, gradually moving away, Yingsan stretched out his hand to grab the air a few times, and shouted weakly,

"Ah...money..."

Xu Zhenbiao still hasn't regained his senses when he was the owner of the fruit shop.

“他孩子都这么大了？88年……才24岁吧……丫丫6岁的话……那他不是18岁就把孩子给生了？18岁……还结不了婚吧？难不成也是乡下的？”

Yingsan sat beside him slumped, wrenching his fingers,

"How many times has this happened...every time I don't give money and eat more and more..."

At this time, it was approaching 12 o'clock, and the people on the street were gradually decreasing, but the food stalls were still buzzing with people. Before Yingsan sat down to take a breath, several more customers came. Xu Zhenbiao got up, patted his butt, and picked himself I stretched my thermos,

"I'll go back first, you can work hard and make money."

Yingsan grinned, took out a [-] from his pocket and handed it over.

"Zero-price labor, I will reward you~"

Xu Zhenbiao also grinned, and threw a fist at Yingsan,

"Save it for you! I'm still waiting to be a chef in your shop! It won't be easy to spend 50 yuan at that time!"

Yingsan made a bitter face,

"Then you'd better find another high school. I can't afford your big Buddha..."

"Screw you!"

Xu Zhenbiao followed the street lights and walked to the street of his home. This street is an old street, and the houses on both sides have no parking spaces, so at night, both sides of the street are full of private cars. This kind of situation doesn't happen during the day, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it. It's just that when I walked to the door of my noodle shop, I suddenly found out why there was a car parked directly in the middle of the road?

"Who the hell is stopping here? What if someone else drives here in the middle of the night? You have no sense of public morality!"

After he finished speaking, he shrugged his shoulders, and the door of the car parked in the middle of the road slammed open, and then, under the not-so-bright street lights, Xue Lingyu's sharp-edged and pretty face just appeared. In front of Xu Zhenbiao, his eyebrows and eyes were a little tired, and his usually meticulous hair was also slightly messed up. With a cigarette in his hand, he nodded,

"I'm here to eat fish."

twenty two----------------------

Xu Zhenbiao took out his blue screen phone to check the time,

"It's half past seven?"

He looked up at Xue Lingyu standing in front of him again, clicked his tongue,

"What kind of job do you do? You're only off work now? No... I remember you were the president?"

Xue Lingyu walked a few steps closer and frowned slightly when he smelled the greasy smell of iron barbecue all over his body.

"What did you eat?"

"Huh? I didn't eat anything."

He suddenly understood that he clearly smelled his whole body, and quickly explained,

"Oh, I just went to help out at my friend's, and he's a teppanyaki stand."

Bow down and sniff at your clothes,

"Is the smell very strong? Why don't I feel it."

Xue Lingyu spread his hands,

"Where are the fish?"

Xu Zhenbiao reached out and handed over the thermos,

"Here it is!"

Xue Lingyu froze for a moment, looked down at the old blue thermos in front of him, and raised his eyebrows.

Xu Zhenbiao scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly,

"I was afraid that my sister would eat it for you, so I brought it out... Sigh~~~ This fish has to be fried fresh, and it's too soft to eat right now."

Shrug your shoulders,

"Why don't you go to my friend's for some teppanyaki? Among other things, his taste is definitely more overbearing than the delicacies you eat in that five-star hotel.