The waiter couldn't handle the matter of treating guests to dinner, so he quickly invited Feng Danning over.
Feng Danning asked politely: "Who invites you to have dinner at Yipinxian?"
The young man said: "A man named Fengsu asked us to come here at noon today. If you come to the restaurant at noon, don't you treat us to dinner?"
Feng Danning couldn't hold back her smile.
There's nothing wrong with that... But he was really tricked by his elder brother. Couldn't he say a few more words to explain the matter clearly? He said half of the words, and now people have misunderstood him. Could it be that he still said "Yes"
You are asked to work, not to eat”?
Before you can let a horse run, you have to feed it first, let alone a human!
Then let’s eat...
"Everyone, if not, you can have lunch here first, and we can discuss the specific matters after dinner."
The people in the kitchen were already extremely busy, but Feng Danning had no choice but to spare two chefs and cook a table of dishes for the dozen or so guests "invited" by Feng Danyuan.
When Wei Zi heard this, although he didn't say anything, he despised Feng Danyuan in his heart: What a villain!
Halfway through the meal, another person came to the restaurant.
They were the disgraced Feng Su and Mr. Deng. Mr. Deng was still lame in one leg.
Feng Danning and Wei Zi both rushed out.
Feng Danning helped Mr. Deng sit down and asked, "What's going on?"
Mr. Deng looked like he didn't want to say anything.
Then Feng Su had no choice but to speak: "I picked up Mr. Deng in the morning. I wanted to get to the restaurant as soon as possible, so I took a small road. Unexpectedly, the road was flooded and everyone was putting out the fire. Mr. Deng was kind-hearted and went to put out the fire regardless of his own safety.
The people there... took some time to arrive now."
The truth about the ellipses is:
Mr. Deng shouted: "It's important to save people!"
He felt that he had been a soldier, with good skills and quick reactions. He rushed forward to save people, but he only took two steps when he tripped on the steps, bumped his nose, broke his legs, and even lost his waist.
Feng Su could only carry Mr. Deng to the hospital to see the doctor first, so he arrived at "Yipinxian" at this time.
Feng Danning didn't know the reason: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Deng. Let's take a rest first. You must not have had lunch yet? Have a light meal at my place first..."
Mr. Deng was in a bad mood today and interrupted him: "Didn't you ask me to taste the latest dishes? Where are the dishes?"
"Okay, okay, please wait a moment, I'll have someone bring it out..."
"No, I'll go directly to the kitchen to eat. It's such a long journey from the time the dish comes out of the pot to the time it's served on the table, so I don't know how much flavor will be lost!" Mr. Deng limped and walked stubbornly to the kitchen.
Feng Danning and Feng Su were like guardians, one on the left and one on the right, following him closely, for fear that he would fall down again.
Mr. Deng tasted one dish after another. After tasting each dish, his expression softened a bit. By the time he tasted the last dish, his face was already beaming with joy.
"My dear nephew, this dish is really good! I haven't tasted such a delicious and interesting dish for a long time! Who came up with this?"
"Miss Wei San, she did it all." Feng Danning pointed at Wei Zi and said.
Mr. Deng's face was full of surprise. He thought it was a chef who made these dishes, but he didn't know it was just a delicate little girl.
"Not bad, really good!"
When Feng caught a glimpse of Wei Zi making something, he couldn't help but walked over: "These pastries...can I have a taste?"
Wei Zi handed a small cake to Mr. Deng.
Mr. Deng took a bite and said with a smile on his face: "It's delicious!" He finished the cake in no time.
Wei Zi handed him another piece, and he finished it in two or three bites.
"This thing is too sweet, so you can't eat too much. Please try this milk tea." She handed a small bowl of milk tea with red beans, taro balls and other fillings to Mr. Deng.
Mr. Deng took it expectantly and ate one bite after another.
"Delicious! Delicious! You call this 'milk tea'?"
"Well, the base is made of black tea and milk."
Mr. Deng said with a smile: "To tell you the truth, compared to the first ten dishes, these snacks you made are my favorite. I just like sweets. Why don't you tell me how to make these things? The price will be whatever you want."
