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Boss Tong stood in place for a long time, a little retreat for a moment, just like getting up early to memorize English words, leaving the bed from the process, it is quite difficult to make a determination.

Already standing at the door, he was sent to the door, Yuanzhou felt that at this time he should help push it.

"The boss comes with two bowls of beancurd." Yuanzhou Yang cried.

"Here it is," said Chuang, a strong voice.

Then there was a sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, and soon an old man wearing an old Zhongshan suit and cleaned up appeared, not who was Mo Yan.

"Two douhua of guest officials ..." The old man Mo, who looked up as he spoke, drew directly on the spot. It took him a long time to utter two words: "Lan Lan ..."

When he did n’t meet, Mo Yan once thought about what to say when he saw Tong Lan. He had to say a lot of things. After all, they have n’t seen each other for a long time. For this reason, he almost became a pervert and followed Tong Lan went all the way.

But now I really saw it. Mo Yan felt that all the previous imaginations were wrong. In such a scene, he could not utter a word except for a name.

Silently speaking is probably the best portrayal at this time.

Boss Tong twitched his lips a few times and failed to spit out a word.

"The boss is two bowls of beancurd." Yuanzhou repeated again.

"Oh, two bowls, I see, you sit first, then sit." Mo Yan woke up like a dream.

Immediately jumped up and led Yuanzhou and Boss to the seat, wiped and wiped against a bench, and asked Boss to sit down until they were spotless, and immediately went to the side of the stovetop tofu.

Yuanzhou saw Mo Yan busy, touched his nose and did not speak. He knew that his role today was to accompany guests, and it was his task to be quiet and be a beautiful man today.

"when"

Mo Yan's speed is very fast, but it takes only a few minutes to bring up two bowls of white beancurd.

Yuanzhou had a good look. I saw a bowl at a glance. It was carefully selected with a spoonful and spoonful. The size and color of the bowl looked very different from the other bowl. Of course, this is what Yuanzhou saw. , Others also feel similar.

Boss Tong looked at the beancurd and dipping sauce, and did not talk for a while before picking up a piece of chopsticks.

Yuanzhou also silently picked up chopsticks and ate them. The taste was similar to that before. The level did not regress, and the fine products also found a little improvement.

After eating fast, Yuanzhou directly said, "Aunt Tong, I'll go out and call the car first, and you eat slowly."

"I'm really clever." Yuanzhou took out his mobile phone and called for the car as he went out.

After arranging the car and standing outside for a while, Yuanzhou estimated that if there was almost anything to say, he should go inside.

When Yuanzhou went in, the atmosphere was normal. Boss Tong was sitting at the table slowly eating beancurd, and his face was not expressionless. The old man rubbed his hands and stood not far from the table, with a contented smile on his face.

"Aunt Tong, the car has been shouted, come soon." Yuanzhou Road.

"I see, that's fine." Boss Tong moved and said.

Immediately put the last piece of tofu flower in the chilli sauce in the dipping dish and put it in the mouth. After chewing slowly and swallowing, he stood up and said, "Xiao Yuan, let's go."

"Let's go, goodbye." Yuanzhou greeted Mo Yan.

Boss Tong did not seem to hear it, and walked straight out, just like ordinary diners, with meals on the table.

Mo Yan nodded towards Yuanzhou, his gaze was chasing the back of Boss Tong's far away, and he would not move.

On the way back, Boss Tong didn't talk much, just asked Yuanzhou to send her back to the hotel. Yuanzhou probably knew that her mood was more ups and downs, and she didn't bother.

After arriving at the shop, Yuanzhou noticed that it was almost five o'clock, and quickly returned to the second floor to change clothes, and then returned to the kitchen to start preparing dinner ingredients.

Yuanzhou is busy preparing ingredients here, and Cheng Zhaomei's family is also busy there.

"Dad, I think this is better, will you bring it tomorrow?" Cheng asked with a bag of things.

"This is the truffle that is sent by someone who seems to be wild. Take it with you, the master likes to collect rare ingredients. I remember this is produced in rare Tibetan areas. The master may be interested." Cheng Zhaomei looked up in her busy schedule. Glancing at the road immediately.

"How about Lao Cheng? Would you like to bring it?" Cheng's wife asked with a bunch of grapes that were selling well.

The grape she bought at a large price was the best in the fruit shop there, just to entertain relatives and friends, but now it must be Cheng Zhaomei's master, so he must be close first.

"No, the master's grapes are much better than this, so they are not good enough." Cheng Zhaomei looked disgusted.

"..." Madam glanced at Cheng Zhaomei and said nothing.

Although she only visited Yuanzhou once when she visited New Year last year, she was very impressed with Yuanzhou.

"Ding Ling 哐 啷"

After dismissing the grapes, Cheng Zhaomei immediately buried her head and found something. In order to give Yuanzhou a New Year's greeting, he took great pains. This was to prepare the annual ceremony for his most respected master.

The time passed at a glance. On the next day, it was said that the New Year was in the morning, and it was only after Yuanzhou's breakfast hours were over.

Cheng Zhaomei's family got up at six in the morning to prepare. They do n’t have a lot of things, that ’s six. Take six or six Dashun. There is n’t a lot of everything, just express your mind. Otherwise, if you prepare for more Unhappy.

"Master, happy new year, I wish you a happy New Year, Fushou Ankang, cooking skills are getting higher and higher, business is booming." Cheng Zhaomei stepped on the point.

When he came, Yuanzhou just finished washing and changing his new clothes.

"Shigong, I wish you and your grandmother sweet and happy in the new year." Cheng Yan said that his mouth was wiped with honey.

"I wish you a Happy New Year." Cheng Zhaomei's wife followed.

"It's all good, you can also celebrate the New Year. I hope you are healthy in the new year, Zhaomei your cooking skills are getting better and better, Cheng Cheng can find a good home." Yuanzhou really treats Cheng Zhaomei's family as their own.

"I borrowed the words from my teacher." Cheng Ye was a little speechless. This is a New Year's marriage, right?

"Master, I will work hard and will definitely lead Sichuan cuisine to the world!" Cheng Zhaomei looked serious.

"You come in and sit." Yuanzhou said, then turned and walked towards the courtyard, where he had prepared tea.

"Come here is your New Year gift, put it away."

When everyone sat down, Yuan Zhou put a few things on the table into the hands of three people.

Cheng Zhaomei got a sandalwood box containing some opinions from Yuanzhou.

The gifts are different, Cheng Cheng's is a small strawberry cake, which she coveted for a long time, Yuan Zhou remembered in her heart and replenished her while taking Chinese New Year.

"Master Shi, you are so good, this is my favorite." Cheng Ye held the small cake and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

Mrs. Cheng's is a box of snow-white cakes. I heard Mrs. Cheng Zhaomei whispered that Mrs. Cheng was from Chaozhou, Guangdong, so Yuanzhou wanted to do this.

When she got it, Mrs. Cheng glared, looking very surprised and pleased, and carefully holding the box in her hand, the cake was very pleasing to her.

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