Chapter 344： Dad is not a child

Such a lunch, Yue Qingsong ate with a lot of emotion. He did not expect that the taste buried in his childhood memory many years ago would be reproduced by his friend Feng Yifan.

And the person who also ate this bowl of noodles and ate that memory was Feng Jiandong.

In this bowl of noodles, how can Feng Jiandong not taste the flavor that Grandma Feng Yifan cooked back then?

In Feng Jiandong's heart, he felt guilty for his dead mother.

At the beginning, Feng Jiandong was able to enter the factory in the city to replace his mother's place, but his mother could only go back to the country.

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

In Feng Jiandong's view, if his mother hadn't let him take the place of the factory, he might have been farming in the countryside.

Although Feng Jiandong and his wife Lu Cuiling are now also farming, they have some experience in the city and have a broader vision. They thought of scientifically planting vegetables in order to build the current vegetable base in the village and lead the villagers. We are prosperous together.

For this matter, the town and the village even have to present awards to Feng Jiandong and Lu Cuiling.

But the awards were 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 life in the countryside in exchange for it, so he was really ashamed of receiving the award.

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

And Feng Jiandong thought more long-term.

Feng Jiandong thought of the fact that when his father was still young, because of the unfortunate sacrifice of the supplies in the rescue factory, his mother alone dragged him into adulthood.

I thought that my mother took the initiative to take the grandson back to the countryside to help them raise them so that they could work well in the city.

Thinking of the son who had been separated for too long, gradually re-accepting their parents under the persuasion of grandma.

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

The taste, perhaps only Feng Jiandong can understand.

Eating the noodles, scenes of memories came to mind, Feng Jiandong's eyes were also slowly moistened, and finally a few teardrops rolled down desperately.

dripped into the bowl, adding a bit of pungency to this bowl of memory noodles.

Feng Jiandong was eating while recalling, suddenly a small hand reached out to his face to help him wipe the tears off his face.

The little granddaughter’s soft voice then sounded: "Grandpa, why are you crying? Did you put too much spicy? Grandpa, you should put less spicy, which is not delicious, Ruoruo doesn’t like it."

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

suddenly recovered, was taken aback for a while, and looked down at the serious-looking little granddaughter.

Feng Jiandong suddenly recovered from the sentimentality, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Okay, grandpa listens to it, but grandpa will eat less spicy food in the future."

Feng Ruoruo immediately laughed when he saw that grandpa had agreed: "Grandpa, it's actually not spicy. My dad's noodles are as delicious. Ruoruo likes the fish that my dad made today, without thorns."

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

Yang Xiaoxi said: "Yes, today's fish is delicious. It has no thorns and can be eaten directly."

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

Feng Jiandong heard the words of the three little girls, and suddenly couldn't help but happily follow him. The longing for the old mother was still deep in his heart. I am determined to live my life well, so as to live up to the old mother's life for him and for the family.

At this time, the voice of Father Zhuang Daozhong came from another table.

"Not bad, Jinrong, Yifan's bowl of pickled yellow croaker noodles with sauerkraut is really delicious, especially this way of eating sliced ​​fish, it has a feeling of'general crossing the bridge'."

Shi Jinbin added: "The soup is pure and white, and the soup is delicious. It didn't take away the deliciousness of the fish. It also made the noodles taste salty and sour. The most beautiful thing is that there is no other taste in this soup, it is pure and mellow. It’s a great match with the top bar."

Su Jinrong heard the compliments of the two, smiled and said: "Yellow fish noodles, not Su Ji, it is said."

Hearing this, Yue Qingsong couldn't help but said: "This bowl of pickled yellow croaker noodles was passed down by grandma. When I was young, I often went to Yifan's house. Grandma Yifan often made such noodles."

When Yue Qingsong said this, Zhuang Daozhong and Shi Jinbin looked at Feng Jiandong together.

Feng Jiandong met the eyes of the two and nodded with a smile: "Yes, Yifan's grandma does it often."

Then, Feng Jiandong said: "Our hometown is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Fresh rivers are more common. So my mother is really good at cooking fish. When I was young, I also liked eating the fish that my mother cooked."

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

Feng Ruoruo heard her grandfather calling her father a "child", and the little girl leaned over and said, "Grandpa, what you said is wrong."

Old man Zhuang looked at the little girl strangely: "Oh? Where did the grandfather make a mistake?"

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 waiting for a while, Lu Cuiling laughed first: "Hahaha, oh, you little thing, Xiaozui is really more and more good at talking, why don't you say that Dad is a ‘child’?"

Feng Ruoruo turned her head and pouted her little mouth to her grandma: "Yes, Dad is an adult, not a child."

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

This conversation between the grandson and grandson brought Zhuang Daozhong back to his senses and understood the little girl's meaning.

Elder Zhuang also became happy afterwards: "Hahaha, I was wrong. I forgot that Feng Yifan is Feng Ruoruo's father, so he can't be regarded as a child."

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

At this moment, I think Feng Ruoruo, a little girl, is really interesting.

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

"Hahaha, the boss’s daughter is so cute."

"He is a small boss, and he will be the owner of this century-old brand in the future. Of course he is very smart."

"Hahaha, yes yes, yes, the little boss will be the boss here in the future."

"That is, don't treat people as children, because you can fool them for any reason."

"It's really fun, it's so fun to eat here."

"Of course, a major feature of Su Ji today is our happy little boss."

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was praised by everyone, Feng Ruoruo was embarrassed, and ran back to her grandma, and plunged into her arms all at once.

Lu Cuiling hugged her little granddaughter, and said cheerfully: "What's the matter? Why are you embarrassed? Everyone is complimenting you."

Feng Ruoruo didn't want to come out in her grandma's arms: "No, everyone said me, if you don't want it."

Lu Cuiling heard what the little granddaughter said, raised her head and said to everyone: "You all have a good meal, don't talk about our little boss anymore, otherwise I won't do your business in the future."

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

The fun and fusion atmosphere in the restaurant really makes the diners feel very happy.

As time goes by, the time for lunch quickly passes, and those diners who come to play on weekends naturally feel sorry for them.

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

Two brothers, Yue Qingsong and Yue Yibai, saw that in the afternoon, the restaurant would be closed for a while, which was a bit puzzled.

Yue Qingsong did not directly ask the doubts.

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

"The restaurant's business is so good, why should it be 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 at noon until 2:30 in the afternoon, because our cooks also need to rest and prepare for the evening business."

Yue Yibai still doesn't quite understand: "But, since the business is so good, why not keep it open until the evening?"

Zhuang Daozhong said this time: "The so-called business cannot be done here, and you have to leave room for yourself."

Seeing Yue Yibai lost in thought, Zhuang Daozhong then gave some explanations.

"Think about it, if Su Kee always sells noodles and fried rice at noon, what should I do for the evening preparation?

Also, can you see if anyone comes in for lunch now? "

When asked by Elder Zhuang, the two brothers Yue Qingsong and Yue Yibai looked around and found that no one came in for lunch.

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

Yue Qingsong is old after all, and has also gone to school and worked in the city, so he understood what Elder Zhuang meant.

"I see, instead of wasting time after noon for the occasional guests, it is better to rest after lunch time, and then make time to prepare the evening meal, which can make the dinner more perfect."

Zhuang Daozhong nodded: "Yes, this is the truth."

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

Yue Yibai asked curiously: "Will it be that late?"

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

Yue Yibai then asked: "What about now?"

Just then Feng Yifan walked out of the back kitchen and replied with a smile: "Now we start at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, but basically the guests are here around 6 o'clock.

Yue Yibai saw Feng Yifan come out and immediately said: "Brother Yifan, your bowl of noodles is really delicious."

Feng Yifan asked with a smile, "Have you ever been at my house before eating noodles made by grandma?"

Yue Yibai was taken aback, scratching his head embarrassedly: "Brother Yifan, I have forgotten the taste of noodles made by grandma."

Actually, this is not surprising, Yue Yibai was still a little younger after all.

Yue Qingsong took his brother's words at this time, and said seriously: "Yes, I feel the same as my grandma did when I ate it. Yifan, you really didn't disappoint my grandma."

Feng Yifan felt a little sad when she heard that she was talking about her grandma, and she heard that she was posting a novel.

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

Such a sentence is full of the feeling of longing for grandma.

The atmosphere in the restaurant also seemed to freeze all at once.

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

Under his wife's warmth and comfort, Feng Yifan quickly adjusted his mood.

Then, Feng Yifan smiled and said to Yue Qingsong: "Qingsong, have you seen my daughter? How is it? Do you think my daughter is much cuter than your son?"

Yue Qingsong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he slowly said, "Is this comparable?"

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

Yue Qingsong was a little depressed and said: "You also said that my family is a son, and my son is about to go to middle school. Where can I say something cute?"

Feng Yifan laughed: "Hahaha, that's my girl's cuteness."

Su Ruoxi was also amused by her husband, and she reached out and patted her husband gently: "Is there anyone who has always praised your daughter like you? Then why didn't you just go upstairs to coax your daughter to sleep?"

After lunch, it was really difficult to put the three little girls, Feng Ruoruo, Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei to sleep.

Because they were not in the kindergarten, the three little girls were a little crazy in the restaurant, so there was no sleep at all.

Although they went upstairs obediently, it is really not that simple to put them to sleep.

After a long period of coaxing finally let the three little girls fall asleep.

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

Su Ruoxi grotesquely: "You are accustomed to your daughter, and you can rely on your daughter for everything. Your daughter is accustomed to a bad behavior. I see what you do."

After hearing Su Ruoxi's grotesque words, everyone also laughed, and they all felt that Feng Yifan was indeed a little too spoiled for his daughter. But no one would think there was anything wrong.

Yue Qingsong said unconvincingly at this time: "Don't be proud, my second child is about to be born, and I will definitely have a lovely daughter who will not lose to your Ruoruo."

Feng Yifan smiled and asked, "You knew it was a daughter?"

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

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

Speaking of here, he paused on purpose. When Yue Qingsong saw Feng Yifan pause, his expression was nervous, and he even stared at him with wide eyes.

There is a posture of going up if you dare to talk nonsense.

Other people also looked at Feng Yifan strangely.

After a pause, Feng Yifan finally said: "Don't be nervous, I am going to wish you and get what you want."

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