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Before turning around, Han Xiaodong swallowed the little Wowotou in one gulp. There was nothing in his mouth now, but his tongue was still a little stiff, so he could only nod his head and said vaguely:

"It smells really good!"

What he was actually talking about was not the aroma of the boiling pot, but the cornbread in his mouth, but Mr. Qiu didn't know it, thinking that he was crying because of the tangy aroma.

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry at the moment, shaking his head, he stood up and took a look into the pot:
"Hey? Why is there one missing here?"

The pot had just been neatly stacked by Mr. Qiu with a whole drawer of small golden corn buns. From the inside to the outside, the small nests were neatly arranged in six circles in a concentric circle, but when Mr. Qiu saw At that time, it was discovered that there was a hole in the penultimate lap.

He immediately figured out the reason, clicked his tongue, and looked at Han Xiaodong.

Han Xiaodong knew that the matter had been exposed, but he was hot and hot, and he ate and ate. At this time, he admitted that he always felt a bit at a disadvantage, so he did not hesitate to play the spirit of killing and denying his account, straightened his neck, and shook his head like a rattle :
"I don't know! It may be steamed!"

Seeing him pretending to be a fool and playing a rascal, Mr. Qiu didn't bother with him, he just taught him a lesson with a wry smile:

"Anyway, who knows who gets burned, I'll just treat it as melted, and see if I dare to mess with it after my mouth gets greedy."

Han Xiaodong felt so bitter, he really couldn't open the pot and carry it. Although the burn was healed by Little K, but the pain from the burn was ignored by Little K, so now his mouth is still burning with pain.

Mr. Qiu glanced at him, then picked up a small cornbread with his chopsticks, put it near his mouth and blew it, then put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully for a while, then nodded and said:
"It's okay, but it's been a little long outside. You can steam a pot tomorrow and take this with you."

After speaking, he picked up another one and blew it into his mouth.

After eating, he took a bowl and put some more. He didn't care about Han Xiaodong, and ran outside to find a table by himself, and started eating with pickles.

Han Xiaodong was speechless.

He also followed Mr. Qiu out of the back kitchen, sat opposite him and asked, "Grandpa, is it okay for you to eat such a good thing with pickles? This is a small gold ingot. Why don't you cook two dishes for yourself and iron the pot?" Wine?"

Han Xiaodong originally wanted to run on the old man, and he wanted to make up for the loss of today's embarrassment. Unexpectedly, after hearing what he said, old man Qiu suddenly regained his energy, and quickly tapped him a few times with his chopsticks:

"It makes sense, it makes sense, go cook two dishes for grandpa, and then go to boil the pot of wine! Go quickly, it will be cold in a while!"

Han Xiaodong is so angry, this is called stealing a chicken without losing money. It was originally a run on someone, but he was reminded by others.

He was an apprentice with Mr. Qiu. Although he ate noodles most of the time, if the old man caught up with him in a good mood, he would teach him how to fry two dishes. Over time, Han Xiaodong actually learned a lot.

However, he always felt that old man Qiu taught him cooking for a purpose, just to sit and wait for food.

Fortunately, Han Xiaodong is quite diligent, and he also felt embarrassed to let the old man cook and serve him together, so after a long time, he got used to cooking by him.

But he didn't mean that today, whoever made two stir-fried vegetables in the morning, but since he owed it to him, and also caught up with Mr. Qiu borrowing the slope to get off the donkey, he had no choice but to act like a defeated rooster Honestly went to the kitchen to shake the spoon.

After making two stir-fries that the old man loves, and boiling a pot of wine, Han Xiaodong finished all the work, and then sat back:

"Grandpa, why do you have to do it again tomorrow, can't you just take today's?"

When Mr. Qiu heard his words, he couldn't help but roll his eyes:
"You slacker, the most important thing about this pasta is that it should be served while it is hot, and the taste will change when it is cold, especially this kind of borrowed food, once it cools down, the aroma will disappear. If you overwhelm other people's senses, the effect of this thing will be greatly reduced. So you have to make it before you go tomorrow, and then put it in an insulated food box, so that it will not only look sincere, but also have the best effect."

With Mr. Qiu's little dial, Han Xiaodong finally understood the old man's intentions. He thought that dealing with rich people is really troublesome, unlike Xu Meng. Every time he went to Xu Meng's house, Xu Meng's mother never said such things, simple and simple. Isn't it good to be alone?
Mr. Qiu saw what Han Xiaodong was thinking, and chuckled lightly: "You silly boy, it's not surprising that you are so polite, even if his family doesn't care about it, there is no harm in being polite. After all, it is the first time you go, and you will offend the future." Old Taishan, do you still want to marry someone else's girl smoothly?"

Han Xiaodong was muttering in his heart, but he didn't expect Mr. Qiu to say such a sentence suddenly, his face turned red instantly, and he said in a drawn-out voice, "Grandpa! Wang Jiayuan and I are ordinary classmates! Don't talk nonsense."

Old Man Qiu glanced at him, and curled his lips in disdain:

"The old man is just old and not blind. That girl is nice, don't treat her badly."

Han Xiaodong heard Mr. Qiu talking more and more enthusiastically, so he simply got up and left his seat:

"I'm going to make noodles, and it has to open tonight, so take your time."

Old Man Qiu didn't care, he just laughed and let him go.

In fact, Han Xiaodong really wanted to make this relationship real, but the hurdles of his family background always made him difficult. Now the only thing he can hope for is to be admitted to C University, and then Xianyu will turn around. I just don’t know if Wang Jiayuan can wait. For so long, every time he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

The next day, Wang Jiayuan made an appointment with Han Xiaodong, and asked Wang Hao to pick him up at five o'clock in the evening. He hurried to the store to tell his grandfather, and then steamed a pot of golden corn buns by himself, and put them in the prepared heat preservation food. in the box.

I looked at my watch, it was exactly five o'clock.

Wang Hao was on time, came to the noodle shop leisurely, greeted Mr. Qiu, and was about to take Han Xiaodong away.

When the two of them walked to the door, Wang Hao stopped suddenly, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Seeing his expression, Han Xiaodong didn't know what it meant, so he asked, "What's wrong? Did you forget something?"

Wang Hao hesitated for a while, then looked back at the store: "How about... let's eat a bowl of noodles before leaving, I'm a little hungry."

Han Xiaodong was stunned. Although the Wowotou in his hand was in an insulated box, it could not be kept for too long. How could he have the time to wait for him to eat the noodles carefully? But thinking that Wang Hao didn't even care about his father waiting, he could still care about his hand. Is it the wowotou in the house?

Brainstorming, he suddenly thought that his food box had more than 50 small buns, and there were still a lot in the pot, so he slapped his head, turned around and walked back: "Don't move, wait for me .”

Back in the kitchen, he took out seven or eight gold buns from the pot and wrapped them up. When he went outside, he took out one for Wang Hao to eat first, and then stuffed the rest into Wang Hao's hands: "Take this first to deal with it." Just a moment, I can't wait!"

After speaking, he pulled Wang Hao straight to his BMW car.