Chen Xiaomeng curled her lips, "This Liu Juncheng told the teacher everything, and I will settle the score with you later!"
"Xiaomeng, don't blame him. I care about you very much. I know he is your neighbor, so sometimes I will go to him to ask about you."
"oh."
"Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, not to mention that he is your father and you will have to live together in the future."
Huh, I would rather be alone than live with this reform-through-labor prisoner, a drunkard and a gambler!
"I can understand your feelings. Does his past trouble you a lot? He left you when you were a child. It's normal for you to lack a little affection between father and daughter, but you are relatives connected by blood after all. I believe
It will get better and better.”
"Teacher Li, he..."
Chen Xiaomeng wanted to say that this so-called father didn't look like a father at all. He was a master of all five poisons and could even steal his own daughter's money, but he thought how could he tell outsiders about such a shameful thing? In the book
Doesn’t it say that family scandals should not be made public? It’s better not to talk about it.
"What's up with him?"
"nothing……"
Li Yue knew that Chen Xiaomeng didn't want to tell her, and secretly thought that such a young child was so defensive and showed maturity that was not for her age. It must be related to her experience. She would have to communicate with her more in the future, so that
She opened her heart.
"Give you an apple."
Chen Xiaomeng took the apple and said, "Thank you, Teacher Li."
"The school is going to hold a special sports meeting next Friday. The school invites the parents of the students to participate. You ask your father to come. This is an opportunity to enhance the relationship between you and your daughter."
"Teacher Li, it's better not to let him come." Chen Xiaomeng felt that it was too embarrassing to let Chen Feng come.
"He must come, that's it."
"Ang..." Chen Xiaomeng responded helplessly.
"You go back to the classroom. Don't forget to tell your dad about this when you get home. The time is next Friday."
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Although Good Buddy Restaurant is a two-story restaurant, only the first floor is a restaurant and there are no private rooms. There are six somewhat worn tables and chairs inside. A thin old man with a broken arm is carefully cleaning a table with one hand.
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He raised his head and looked at Chen Feng and Jia Peng who came in. A smile appeared on his old wrinkled face, "I'm sorry, there is no chef, you can't cook stir-fries, so I can only give you a bowl of noodles."
While the old man was talking, he looked at the two of them. He saw that the two of them were wet and in a very embarrassed state. He secretly thought that they had fallen into a ditch.
Jia Peng asked: "Uncle, there is an advertisement for chefs on your door. Are you looking for chefs?"
The old man with a broken arm sighed slightly, "Originally, I wrote this recruitment notice because the chef in the restaurant had just left, but it is no longer needed because my restaurant will be demolished in a week."
"No way, what a coincidence? Do we still want to be the chef?"
"Then you can only go and look elsewhere."
"Uncle, since the demolition is next week, you still have to open for business these days. If not, how about we just do it for these few days?" Jia Peng didn't want to give up.
The old man shook his head, "You have all seen it. Let alone those who eat, there are not even a few people passing by on this street. It doesn't matter whether we hire a chef or not."
"Who said no? Isn't this someone here?" Jia Peng pointed to the street outside the door.
The people who came were not ordinary people. A very luxurious business car stopped on the side of the road.
The driver got out of the car first, opened the door of the back seat, blocked the roof of the car with one hand, and protected a middle-aged man wearing a stand-up collar suit as he got out of the car.
The middle-aged man looked around the street and said, "It seems that the demolition is almost complete. It is estimated that construction can start next month."
The driver said: "Yes, Director Chu, with our strength, it is estimated that this most luxurious business district in Mingjiang City will be completed within a year."
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "Liu Ming, I'm a little hungry. Let's go get something to eat."
"Director Chu, is there any good restaurant here? I'll drive to another place to eat."
The middle-aged man pointed to the Good Buddy Restaurant and said, "Let's have something to eat at this small restaurant."
"How can eating in such a small restaurant be worthy of your status?"
"What does eating have to do with status? How can it be so important? Besides, I, Chu Yunfei, started my business in a small restaurant and made my fortune. I can't forget my roots." After saying that, he walked towards the Good Buddy Restaurant.
Liu Ming had no choice but to follow him quickly.
Chu Yunfei walked into the restaurant, glanced at Chen Feng and Jia Peng who were a little embarrassed, and then looked at the one-armed old man and said, "Brother, please stir-fry two dishes and have two bowls of rice."
The one-armed old man said embarrassedly: "Boss, I can't do anything else but serve you a bowl of noodles."
Liu Ming said: "Dr. Chu, let's go eat somewhere else." He saw that the old man was disabled, and thought to himself, what delicious food could a disabled old man make?
Chu Yunfei shook his head, looked at the one-armed old man and said with a smile: "Noodles are okay, let's order two bowls of Yangchun noodles."
The one-armed old man frowned. He couldn't make Yangchun noodles, so he could only eat a bowl of dried noodles, which would cause him to choke at most.
"Okay, wait a moment."
It was Chen Feng who spoke. He stood up and said, "But I may have to let you wait a little longer."
Strangely enough, when Chu Yunfei said the word Yangchun Noodles just now, several recipes for Yangchun Noodles suddenly flashed in Chen Feng's mind, and they were very detailed. It seemed that he had actually worked as a cook in a prison before.
So he couldn't help but agreed on behalf of the one-armed old man.
"It doesn't matter."
Jia Peng immediately picked up the teapot and said, "Boss, drink some tea first."
Chen Feng walked into the kitchen, and then the one-armed old man walked in, "Little brother, do you really know how to make Yangchun noodles?"
Chen Feng nodded, "But I don't know if you have all the ingredients? Do you have lard?"
"Yes, the previous chef practiced some and hasn't used it up yet." The one-armed old man took out the oil can containing the pork and opened it, "There is still half a can, what else do you need?"
"Four, eggs, green onions, pepper."
"These are all common ingredients." The one-armed old man opened a big pot and said, "There is also a bone soup that I made specially for the noodles. Do you want to use it?"
“It would be better if it has bone broth.”
One of the more delicious ways to make Yangchun noodles that came to Chen Feng's mind is to use big bone soup.
The one-armed old man didn't see what Chen Feng did. He had to go to the front to greet the guests.
When Chu Yunfei saw the old man coming, he smiled and asked, "Brother, what's your surname?"
"My surname is Liu, and my name is Liu Yi."
"I see that many houses nearby have been demolished, but you have been able to persist here for a long time."
The old man Liu Yi said with a smile: "My small restaurant has been on this street for decades, and it has become a sentimental thing. A few years ago, even when my arm became disabled, I didn't stop, so I hired a chef to continue running it. Now I am also older."
Now that I'm old, I'm going to go back to my hometown after closing the restaurant. How many days can I work?"