Chapter 1238

"Uncle and aunt, it's my first time to visit the house. You don't know me yet. My name is Yang Song. I work in the same company as Wu Chuang. He takes care of the farm. I'm a cook." Yang Song brought in the gift.

Not to mention the fruit, he took out the moon cakes.

"Uncle and aunt, I made these moon cakes. Try them and give me some advice."

There are nine kinds of moon cakes.

They are five kernel ham filling, salted egg yolk lotus filling, marinated meat and mushroom filling, mushroom abalone filling and mushroom marinated meat filling. These are salty and sweet, including white lotus Shuanghuang, bean paste, jujube paste and coconut paste.

Each moon cake is exquisite and beautiful. It's like a work of art. People can't bear to eat it.

This moon cake is suitable to be seen in the museum.

Others would be reluctant to eat, but Yang song would not. He handed it directly to Wu's father and Wu's mother.

"Uncle and aunt, try it and give me some advice."

Wu's father and mother took five kernel ham and one salted egg, yellow lotus seed.

"The five kernel ham is delicious!"

"Salted egg yolk lotus paste is delicious!"

"It's so delicious!"

The moon cake was not big. Wu's father and mother ate it carefully and chewed each bite carefully.

It's a waste to eat this moon cake.

They ate for fifteen minutes.

"We are a catering company. We pay most attention to the quality of food. The work intensity is higher. We require employees to live in farms or orchards. We are busy, but the salary is not low."

Yang Song explained the matter in a few words.

"What do aunts and uncles think of the taste of this moon cake?"

Wu's father and mother pushed their son away and sat on both sides of Yang Song.

"It's delicious!"

"Actually, it's my first time to eat five kernel salted moon cake. The ham inside is so delicious. There are five kernels. Have you fried peanuts? There are other kernels. Every bite is full of kernels and ham meat. It's thick and delicious!"

"I've only eaten yellow lotus paste before. I didn't expect it to be so delicious when it's made of salty lotus paste and egg yolk!"

Yang Song asked them to try something else.

The two old people ate six moon cakes at one go and planned to eat them again. Yang Song stopped them.

"Uncle and aunt, you can't eat too much at a time, so as not to accumulate food. Moon cakes can't be eaten as dinner."

The old man is still very sorry.

"I found the happiness of eating moon cakes for the first time when I was a child."

"I haven't eaten such delicious moon cakes for many years!"

"Xiao Yang, you said your company is catering. What's the address of the company?"

"Is our son really serious?"

Wu Chuang thought that his parents finally remembered me. When he asked, he asked the point.

Where can their company be?

Different world?

Yang Song said: "the head office is in Los Angeles. There is a Baifeng pavilion that we open. The restaurant is the main business. In addition, there are some cold, fresh and frozen food. In cooperation with major supermarkets, uncles and aunts can check online. Baifeng Pavilion is still famous."

That's reasonable.

Plus Yang Song, as long as he wants, has his own bookish spirit.

"Young man, have you ever been to college?"

"Yes, I graduated from Los Angeles University."

"Good school! College students?"

"Graduate students."

"Awesome!"

To have a son of learning scum, what Wu's father and mother want most is another family's learning bully son.

Yang Song is a good son.

"What if you can read? You're not a cook?" What bothers Wu Chuang most is the Xueba son of others.

"What do you know? People have read and do better than you!"

"Has Xiao Yang been excellent since childhood?"

Yang Song smiled: "OK."

Wu Chuang: "hum!"

Yang Song looked at him lightly. Wu Chuang shivered instantly. He was still afraid of Yang Song.

This is definitely not an ordinary graduate student.

"Reading clearly, knowing good and evil, black and white, is also a kind of thinking. If you master this thinking, you will get twice the result with half the effort." Yang Songdao.

Wu's father and mother nodded again and again: "people who have read books are different."

Wu Chuang: "do universities now give graduate students immortal space?"

He came out of the space, and Yang Song didn't explain to him.

Wu Chuang also knows what he shouldn't say.

He just got home. Yang song can accurately find the door and is also welcomed and loved by his parents.

What a skill.

Wu Chuang didn't bring his friends before. His parents kicked him out.

"Don't bring your friends home!"

"Those people you know are not good things!"

As a result, now that Yang Song is here, he has become a guest of honor in his family, and his own son has to make way.

Yang Song received a warm welcome at Wu Chuang's house and even stayed for dinner.

After dinner, Wu Chuang sent Yang Song downstairs.

"Why do my parents like you so much?"

Because you're a graduate student?

Yang Song shook his head: "no, at least not all."

"I used to tell my friends to dress up like students and even put on their eyes. My parents could still recognize them as gangsters at a glance. They were kicked out without enough time for a minute."

To be exact, I couldn't get in at all.

Yang Song said, "my parents are old, but you can't treat them as fools. The old man has lived most of his life. His eyes are very poisonous. What smell is his temperament. Those people you find won't look like princes in dragon robes."

In short, the acting is too bad.

"What about you? You're not a good man."

"With a little conscience, you went to my friend's house to set fire. I didn't bake you, but also helped you clean up, arranged work for you, and reassured your parents. Which of these is not a great kindness?" Yang Song asked.

"The good people in TV dramas are not like you."

"Watch less TV dramas with mental disabilities."

"Actually, I have another question."

"Ask!" Yang song came here to answer Wu Chuang's questions.

The pigs, horses, cattle and sheep in his space like Wu Chuang very much.

Wu Chuang was absent-minded when he left.

Yang Song summoned many first-class dancers, but they didn't make the pigs, horses, cattle and sheep feel better.

He plans to continue to hire Wu Chuang.

No one imitates Wu Chuang's big Yangko. With him, big and small animals can eat happily and play happily.

"Are you human?" Wu Chuang finally couldn't help asking again.

Yang Song is not a person, but an immortal. It's too possible.

"I thought you would care more about yourself." Yang Songdao. "Give you another chance. I'll only answer you one question honestly. Now you can ask another question."

Wu Chuang hesitated and tangled.

"Or in other words, if you put forward an appropriate wish, I can meet you. I have only one chance to think it over."

"What is a proper wish?" Wu Chuang said cautiously.

"Think for yourself."

"What if my wish is too much?"

People are not enough.

Yang Song smiled and said, "I'll treat you as a joke and listen to it."

Only when the conditions are right, Yang Song will help him achieve.

"I want to stay with you and work. You'd better give me a little more salary."