The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

"Quick, go and invite Mr. Song!"

Boss Zhou was overjoyed, and the prejudice in his heart just now was swept away, "I want to thank him heavily!"

The maid who came to pass the dishes said, "Master, Mr. Song has already left."

"Go, go?"

Boss Zhou and Mrs. Zhou looked at each other with surprise written on their faces, "Why did you leave all of a sudden?"

The servant girl also looked blank, probably she has never seen such a person who is not rewarded for his meritorious deeds." Mr. Song said, if Madam doesn't like it, then it won't help if he stays. If Madam has an appetite, then it's fine. Just let the doctor tell you to eat normally, if Madam still likes to eat the dishes he cooks, tell him later, and he will send someone to bring them."

"Mr. Song is really a warm-hearted and kind man. The things he made really suit my taste. I think he can do other things as well."

Mrs. Zhou sighed, and said to Boss Zhou, "I just don't know where Mr. Song's restaurant is? It's not a serious illness in the first place, why bother him so much? We can just go by ourselves."

She thought so well, but Boss Zhou was a little embarrassed, "Madam doesn't know, Mr. Song's restaurant is still in the western suburbs, the shop is very small, and there are many people..."

"Western suburb? So far away?"

Mrs. Zhou frowned slightly, and asked in puzzlement, "Mr. Song's family background is not bad, and his craftsmanship is also very good. Why did you choose such a place?"

"I heard that he was squeezed out by his elder brother and couldn't inherit the family business. Not to mention, his elder brother deliberately found him such a dilapidated place. In name, it was to train him. In fact... oh, everyone knows the inside Where is the doorway?"

Boss Zhou confided to Mrs. Zhou all the gossip he had heard.

"So it is."

Mrs. Zhou couldn't help covering her lips with a handkerchief, with a little pity in her eyes, "What a poor child."

"Hey, old Zhou, otherwise..."

Song Ruan, who was regarded as a "poor child" by Boss Zhou's family, packed up his things and went back to the restaurant.

It was not time for meal yet, and there was no one in the lobby, because the weather was too hot, and the servants all hid in the backyard to enjoy the cool.

Only Zhang Shusheng was still dressed neatly, earnestly settling accounts at the front desk.

In front of the lobby, crickets chirped enthusiastically on the tree trunks, and mixed with the sound of the small pond in the distance, they played a brisk tune.

Yang Yuan was lying on a beauty chair, completely blocking the door of the restaurant. He was dressed in white. The scorching sun pierced through the leaves of the sycamore tree beside the restaurant, casting a mottled shadow on his skirt.

Speaking of it, although the two of them lived together day and night and lived together for more than two months, Song Ruan hadn't really seen Yang Yuan's sleeping posture.

Yang Yuan always wakes up earlier than him and sleeps later than him, no matter what time it is, there is no trace of sleepiness on his face.

Song Ruan was a little surprised, and couldn't help but quietly moved to Yang Yuan's side, observing his sleeping face curiously.

Yang Yuan seemed not afraid of heat or darkness at all, so he exposed a beautiful and delicate face to the sun openly, and his long and dense eyelashes were like a small brush, leaving a fan shape under his eyes shadows.

"Young Master Song?"

"..."

Song Ruan was awakened by the sound, and subconsciously turned around and gestured for silence to the source of the sound.

Standing behind him turned out to be Shaoyang.

Shao Yang turned his head, only to see Yang Yuan lying on the chair and dozing off, like a child who did something wrong, he nodded ignorantly, walked over embarrassingly, pointed to the bundle of fabric in his hand, He pointed to the room again.

Song Ruan understood and followed him into the lobby.

"Young Master Song."

Shaoyang's eyes were bright, and he unwrapped the bundle of fabric as if offering a treasure, and he still did not forget to lower his voice, "This is the fabric that my family just brought in from Lizhou. No one in the capital has the goods except my family..."

"Isn't it getting hot these days?" Shao Yang rubbed his nose, his voice became lower and lower, "This material is very comfortable to wear and won't be hot."

Seeing that Song Ruan's face was still blank, he gritted his teeth and explained, "You always stay in the kitchen, it's so hot from the fire. Later, you asked someone to take this and cut two clothes, which are comfortable to wear."

That's what it meant.

Song Ruan's heart moved slightly, he touched his purse subconsciously, "Then the market price of this foot is..."

"If you don't charge money, don't charge money, how can I charge money with you?"

Shao Yang waved his hand quickly, his face flushed, and he made up a lie in desperation, "This thing is worthless, and my parents bought a lot of them, and many of them were given away."

"That's it."

Song Ruanxin thought it was true, he touched the silky and soft material, he didn't really want to owe Shaoyang a favor, "How about this, I'll make some lotus seed porridge and you can take it home."

Because of the hot summer, lotus seed porridge has become extremely popular.In order to improve the taste of the porridge, Song Ruan specially soaked the lotus seeds in the snow water of Buzhou Mountain. The lotus porridge made in this way will also become more delicious.

Shaoyang was overjoyed, "Okay, okay."

Song Ruan smiled lightly, ordered the servant to make him a cup of tea, put on a small apron, and went into the kitchen.

There are goji berries and white fungus in the lotus seed porridge, which is easy to make. Song Ruan specially made more, so that Shaoyang can share it with his family when he returns home.

"Master Song, thank you."

Shao Yang mentioned that very heavy food box, and he couldn't help being a little moved.

Song Ruan was a little dazed by the 'thank you', he didn't know why it was Shaoyang who came to give him things, but now he still wanted to thank himself, "You're welcome... the sun is going down, do you want to have dinner here?"

Shao Yang was a little moved, but when he turned his head and saw Yang Yuan who was still asleep, he couldn't help but feel guilty, "It still doesn't work, when Mr. Yang wakes up, he's going to stare at me again..."

It was strange to say that he had never met Mr. Yang before, but every time he came, the boy in white would keep staring at him with a very unhappy expression.

Why is this?

Shaoyang couldn't figure it out.

He reluctantly bid farewell to Song Ruan, carried the food box, and walked towards home in the morning glow.

Song Ruan stood on the threshold, arms crossed.His hair was scattered on his back like a black waterfall.

In the distance, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the endless blue sky orange red, and the red clouds moved gently with the direction of the wind.

Occasionally there is a strong gust of wind, and small pieces of cloud are blown away, leaving behind a wisp of orange smoke.

"Well……"

Yang Yuan turned over and almost fell off the chair, but fortunately a pair of warm hands reached out quickly and supported half of his body.

He babbled, and vaguely smelled a peculiar smell of kitchen smoke.

This taste...

He slowly opened his dazed eyes, and what he saw was a chin as white as snow, and then there were two thin lips with a faint smile on his lips, "I can still sleep after a night of sleep." Fall down?"

"..."

This is Song Ruan's voice.

Yang Yuan woke up immediately, sat up quickly, rubbed his eyes, looked around, and muttered, "Why have I slept for so long, I just want to take a nap."

Song Ruan couldn't help laughing, "Get up quickly, put away the chair, the guests are coming soon, what do you look like sleeping here?"

"Oh."

Yang Yuan stood up docilely, just about to bend down to fold up the chair, suddenly her body stopped.

"what happened?"

Seeing that he froze suddenly, Song Ruan asked casually.

After a while, Song Ruan looked at Yang Yuan and finally realized the problem. He gradually opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief, "Yang Yuan, have you... grown taller?"

"..."

Yang Yuan slowly stood up straight, a few strands of hair on her head were still curled up because of her sleeping position.The young man turned his head slowly, and his eyes met Song Ruan's tall nose.If he had stood up straight before, he should have seen Song Ruan's lips.

"So," Yang Yuan raised his hand, compared his head, and asked uncertainly, "I...have I grown taller?"

Inside Nanshan Restaurant.

Zhang Shusheng rummaged for a while, and in a disheveled manner, he took out the cloth ruler for measuring clothes from under the counter, "Shopkeeper, here it is!"

With a serious face, Song Ruan took out a chopstick from the chopstick holder on the table next to him, and tapped the hand of Yang Yuan who was standing against the wall, "Stand up straight, with your fingers sticking to the seam of your trousers."

"what?"

Yang Yuan lowered his head and searched for a long time but couldn't find the seam of his trousers.

"……Silly."

Song Ruan tapped his head, and said helplessly, "Stand up straight, I'll measure your height."

Yang Yuan nodded obediently, straightened her back hard, and almost raised her heels.

Measured the height.

"Five feet two inches."

Song Ruan calculated in his heart that he was about 1.7 meters five, while Yang Yuan was only about 1.7 meters before.

"It's grown a lot."

Song Ruan wanted to touch Yang Yuan's head, but his hands reached the side of his hair, but they still hung down. He only patted his shoulder, and smiled encouragingly, "There is still some growth."

Yang Yuan saw that his hand was stretched out to his head, but then put it down again, and patted his shoulder meaningfully, very unhappy, "Why don't you touch your head?"

As he spoke, he held Song Ruan's wrist domineeringly, then raised it up, forcing his hand to rub against his head.

Song Ruan: "...the head is not tall."

"..." Yang Yuan said, "Don't be superstitious."

Song Ruan was silent for a moment, then nodded with difficulty, "Okay."