"How is it?" Yu Jianguo stood on the cashier counter, scratching his head and looking at the note in the landlady's hand.
That's right, in order to ensure the fairness of the competition, the boss lady sent a note to everyone, using A and B to indicate two different pots of meat. You only need to flick the tip of the pen slightly to know what everyone likes in their hearts.
Which one is it?
Compared with Yu Jianguo's anxiety, Yu Jian seemed much calmer, and followed the cleaning aunt to clear away the dishes on the table.
The cleaning aunt talked to Yu Jian in not particularly fluent Mandarin: "Xi... you cook delicious!" She couldn't change the title for a while.
Yu Jian also whispered: "I think so too."
When she looked up with a smile, she saw Yu Jianguo glaring at her angrily and making a gesture of cutting her neck with his hands. Yu Jian shrugged her shoulders, pretending not to notice and lowered her head.
Yu Jianguo continued to turn to the proprietress who was still counting votes, his face full of expectation: "Am I the winner?"
The landlady put down the last note, confirmed the result, and shook her head at him with a little regret.
Yu Jianguo was in disbelief: "Did I lose?"
The landlady shook her head indifferently again. This time, she didn't show off any more. She shook a bunch of notes and announced: "20 guests came to the lunch market. Anyone who likes the elegant mutton soup made by Master Jianguo?"
10 people, there are also 10 people who chose Yu Jian’s traditional pot meat. It seems that in the first half of the game, you two were tied..."
Yu Jianguo immediately put his heart in his stomach, but he was still a little depressed when he thought about it: "How could so many people like the mutton soup made by the smelly girl?"
This is not what Yu Jian is concerned about. Although there are 20 customers at this lunch market, only 19 portions of soup are given. She raised her hand: "I have an objection. What choice did Xiaobao and his mother make?"
Speaking of which, the two chefs did not see this episode. As a child, Xiaobao did not have the right to choose. His mother chose the traditional pot meat with a more overbearing taste. But when it came time to vote, the little guy was not happy.
.Looking at his mother with tears in his eyes, he said: "But I really want to choose the meat in this milk vat——"
Seeing the stalemate between the two, the boss's wife reconciled the situation and gave Xiaobao a pen and a piece of paper again, asking him to vote for his favorite. Seeing the boss's wife accepting his note, Xiaobao
My waist is much straighter when I walk.
When the landlady said this, it was Yu Jianguo's turn to complain: "What the hell, children don't have the right to choose?!" Humph - luckily the landlady was strong, otherwise he would have lost out to his daughter inexplicably?
Yu Jian was stunned by what he said. She looked at her old father and something was obviously wrong. What was going on? What was her father's sudden desire to win? It seemed that he had to stand on top of her head to dance today.
Same……
There is a saying that goes well: Don’t guess what a girl is thinking, you won’t be able to figure it out even if you keep guessing. But what’s more difficult to guess is probably what a middle-aged man is thinking...
Yu Jianguo squatted silently in front of the food basket in the kitchen, picking and preparing the ingredients for dinner. After a while, he suddenly laughed out loud.
Now he has come to his senses. He is not competing with his daughter. He clearly doesn’t want to lose to that young lady! But then again, no matter how powerful this young lady was in ancient times, she still isn’t now.
She has become his Yu Jianguo’s daughter? Shouldn’t she still have to call him “Dad” obediently when she meets her?
Thinking of this, the last breath of turbidity in Yu Jianguo's heart disappeared completely, and the joy in his heart was beyond words.
When Yu Jian walked in, she saw him squatting there alone, lamenting and giggling, and she couldn't help but frowned. Could it be that her father was stimulated by something...?
"Dad?" Yu Jian patted his back carefully and called softly.
Yu Jianguo turned his head and looked at her kindly: "Hey, what's the matter, good daughter?"
The gentle and watery tone of voice made Yu Jian shiver in the residual temperature of the naan pit. She took two steps back and said in a trembling voice: "Dad, are you... okay?"
Yu Jianguo became even gentler, pointing at himself and saying: "Me? What can I do? I've tidied up outside? Are you tired? The disease is not cured yet, but you need to rest more..."
After hearing this, Yu Jian took two steps back and looked at her old father with a horrified look on her face. Oh my god - I'm afraid... Isn't it menopause? Why are the emotions coming and going? It's really scary!!
…
Before dinner, Yu Jianguo's desire to win suddenly became high again, and he tinkered with the voting mechanism with the boss's wife. In order to prevent the boss's wife from cheating, he even made a simple ballot box during his lunch break.
Patting the cardboard box whose contents were completely invisible, Yu Jianguo smiled mischievously: "Jian, just watch, I will definitely win you this time!"
Yu Jian answered perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, you are right!" However, the gesture of putting soup into the teapot did not stop at all, and he even added a few more seasonings.
During the meal, many familiar faces came in, and the taxi driver was one of them. As soon as he entered the room, he took a deep breath, took off the leather gloves he had worn all day, and greeted the landlady: "I thought you wouldn't open the store today either.
It’s over!”
The landlady filled his thermos with hot water and complained: "It's not because I'm afraid that you guys won't dare to eat out when you're hungry, but the little girl came to cook even though she's sick!"
The taxi driver's face turned pale, and he held the thermos in his arms. He felt guilty that she had poked his heart into his heart, and his voice was two points weaker: "It's better to save a little!"
How could the landlady not know about his family situation, so she patted him on the shoulder and gave him silent encouragement.
The taxi driver seemed to have thought of something and suddenly reminded her: "Yesterday I picked up someone at the train station who came from another country. As soon as he got in the car, he asked me about the hotel. Guli, you have been in trouble recently.
Are you in trouble?"
The landlady was stunned: "No -"
The taxi driver rubbed his head and murmured to himself: "That's weird. What do you think this foreigner is doing asking you about an unknown restaurant?"
The landlady grinned, "Who knows? By the way, is my hotel so unknown?"
The driver hurriedly yelled: "No, no, in our hearts, your hotel is No. 1." He also talked about the foreign words he heard on the radio.
Under this banter, the tense atmosphere just now eased a bit. The proprietress turned around, avoided the driver's eyes and lowered her head. Under her half-lidded eyelashes, she was thoughtful...
At this moment, Yu Jian walked out of the kitchen with a large bowl of dishes. When he passed by the landlady, he paused, a little surprised by the shock on her face.