The Garden Life of a Little Gardener

Chef Bao who got up early the next day did not wake Zhou Quan who was sleeping next to him, and quietly got up from the towel and slipped down to the kang to make breakfast.

The Zhou family's breakfast today is a combination of Chinese and Western, toasted bread with preserved egg and lean meat porridge, freshly picked vegetables from the yard, served cold and served directly.

The big toast bread was bought by Zhou Quan during the big sale last time when he went to the supermarket. When the homestay is busy, they occasionally miss the meal, and when they don't want to get angry, they will use these sweets to temporarily top it.

However, Zhouquan's idea has never been realized. Chef Bao, who guards the kitchen and controls the three meals at home, never lets Zhouquan miss a meal even when he is busy.

Seeing that the shelf life of the bread was about to expire if there was no more toast, Chef Bao simply took it out and sliced ​​it to serve with porridge this morning.

Zhou Quan originally thought that the slightly sweet, milky toast would taste strange when paired with salty preserved egg and lean meat.

But after eating it, I found out that when the sweetness of the toast meets the saltiness of the porridge, it actively avoids it, and the sweetness enhances the umami.

Holding the toast with a big bite, Zhou Quan fell into deep thought.

Probably because of the obvious expression on his face, Chef Bao, who was serving himself a meal, said: "Sweetness can enhance the umami, so sugar is generally essential when making sauces. But the dosage must be precise, and the odor in the ingredients must be cleaned, otherwise the sweetness will not only increase the freshness, but also infinitely magnify the odor in the taster's mouth, and the pressure will not be suppressed."

That is to say, using sugar to freshen is a double-edged sword. If it is used well, its power will increase dramatically, and if it is not used well, it will directly destroy everything.

After breakfast, the guests who participated in the morning activities at the B&B went out under the leadership of the tour guide and team leader, and a group of people marched towards the mountain in a mighty manner.

On the second floor of Zhou's house, the Ford Raptor started, and the car drove Zhou Quan and Chef Bao all the way to the city.

Because I came early, there was no one at the bank’s online store, so I went through the formalities comprehensively and quickly, collected the passbook and bank card, ran out and jumped into the car, waiting for his Chef Bao to start quickly, and the car passed through the bustle The traffic flow and the crowd bypassed the well-organized modern residential area and drove directly towards the old city.

Ten minutes later, the car found a place to park at the intersection of an old campus, and the two got out of the car and went straight to a small alley behind the intersection.

It can be seen that most of the shops on this street were rebuilt from the original private houses. The windows on the first floor near the street should be doors, and the private houses have become retail houses.

Because the rent is cheap and it is close to the city, although the business here is not as popular as the commercial street in the downtown area, it is still not a problem for the shopkeepers to manage and maintain their livelihoods.

Zhou Quan is very familiar with this place, he spent all three years of high school here.

He led Chef Bao straight to the end of the alley, where there was no signboard, only a hairdressing salon with two big red letters on the lampshade outside.

The front of the barber shop is extremely simple, just two glass sliding doors and a curtain hung with strings of colorful plastic beads. Zhou Quan lifts up the curtain and walks in. The wind chimes hanging at the door jingle.

In the small room, I thought a middle-aged man was cutting an old man's hair with scissors and a wooden comb, and the two of them were chatting while cutting. Obviously, they were very familiar with each other.

Zhou Quan walked in and said to the middle-aged man, "Uncle Zhong, cut your hair."

The middle-aged man turned his head when he heard the words, he was still a little dazed when he saw Zhou Quan, but he laughed when he took a closer look.

"It's little Ah Quan, you came back from the imperial capital? How long have you been graduating? How did you find it again?"

"Come back and look for the shadow of the past, come to see you again, and bring your friends over for a haircut."

"Hahaha, Uncle, thank you for remembering me, but Uncle won't cut the fashionable hairstyle of your young people."

"You don't have to be fashionable, just be the same as before."

"Don't be funny, how old are you and you still want to hold a student's head? Wait for a while, uncle will cut it for you after he finishes cutting it for Uncle Zhang."

The uncle who was talking about cutting his hair increased his hand speed, brushed, clicked, clicked, and the old man's hair was finished in a few minutes.

The old man stood up and cleaned the stubble on his body while looking in the mirror, then took out five yuan and put it on the table in satisfaction, and said: "Xiao Zhong's craftsmanship is still so good, I put the money here for you. "

After the old man left, the haircutter known as Uncle Zhong called Zhou Quan over, put on a bib and started cutting with scissors.

Zhou Quan was surprised by the uncle's work speed, and couldn't help asking: "Uncle Zhong, is it really okay for you to take a look at the scissors?"

The uncle who was holding Zhouquan's hair snorted softly and said, "I've watched you for three years, what else can't I remember? You have such a long face, you can tell its shape even with your eyes closed."

Probably practice makes perfect. While cutting Zhouquan's hair, the uncle can spare time and say to Chef Bao who came in, "Just find a place to do it. I'll cut him for a few minutes here."

Kacha, Kacha, Kacha, Zhou Quan's eyes couldn't keep up with the fast hands of the hair-cutting uncle. If it weren't for the fact that the uncle is really old, Zhou Quan would be like introducing him to play King of Glory or something.

Seeing the scissors flying up and down in the mirror, and the stubble falling everywhere, Zhou Quan finally stopped looking at it, and closed his eyes in a daze.

Ten minutes later, the clicking sound in Zhouquan's ears disappeared, and the uncle brushed off the hair stubble on the bib while saying, "It's finished cutting, open your eyes."

Hearing this, Zhou Quan slowly opened his glasses, and stared in the opposite mirror at a refined and youthful self, who looked quite literary and youthful, in a daze.

"Why do you look dumbfounded? Although this hairstyle looks a little more primitive now, it suits your temperament very well. I wanted to recommend you to try it a few years ago, but you were still a student at that time, and your school was very strict. I was afraid that your teacher would still cut your student's head when he came to your door. Today, when you get back, it can be regarded as the fulfillment of my thoughts for many years. How can you be young and handsome from time to time?"

As a man from Northeast China, Zhou Quan is actually not very concerned about his appearance. This can be seen from his consistent use of strawberry-flavored moisturizing cream from Frog Prince for more than [-] years.

But some people are blessed by God, even if they are rough, they can be delicate, Zhouquan is like this.

In his previous life, he was basically free-range for himself, T-shirts, jeans, canvas shoes, whatever to wear as comfortable as possible, and wherever the hair is cheap.

But even so, Zhouquan's natural beauty couldn't be stopped. From the time he entered school until he graduated, his position as a college student in the Imperial Capital Agricultural University was always as stable as Mount Tai.

Until now, the legend of the ultimate school grass is still circulating in the Agricultural University. Without knowing it, Zhou Quan has become a peak that weighs on the underachievers.

Now this Gaofeng has cut a [-]-point cut that was popular at the end of the last century, making this Gaofeng look delicate and slightly immature. The side-parted hair reveals the owner's forehead, and a pair of black crystal-like eyes sparkle under the thick eyelashes. .

"Yeah, if this hairstyle is worn by other people, it must be rustic and old-fashioned, but when it is on your side, the effect is not worse than that of Xiaozhi back then. Maybe it can lead the trend again."

Looking at the strange self in the mirror, Zhou Quan raised his eyebrows and did not answer, but instead asked Chef Bao who was waiting beside him: "Brother Baoyan, do you want to cut your hair?"

"Oh, you are the brother Bao that this kid always talks about and thinks about every day? Do you want to cut it together?"

Chef Bao, who was flipping through newspapers at first, put down the newspapers in his hands, stood up and took Zhou Quan's position just now, and said, "Okay, sorry for the inconvenience, Uncle Zhong."

"Haha, I appreciate your straight-forward personality. I promise to give you a handsome haircut."

"Oh, you have natural curls? It's not easy to do hairstyles. It's best to perm them slightly. Ah, you don't want to perm? Then you can't cut it too short, or it will look ugly if you stick it all together."

It is true that people with natural curly hair are not easy to do hairstyles, and it is even more difficult for girls and boys.

After Uncle Zhong walked around Chef Bao a few times, he finally decided to cut it short.

"Is your hairstyle designed before? It looks like it's impossible to do it."

"Well, I went back to a formal banquet before, and was dragged away by a friend and cut for a few hours."

"No wonder, the stylist is very good. This hairstyle is especially suitable for you. It's just that it's not noticeable now that it's long. After I cut it short, it will definitely regain its style."

Zhou Quan stared at Uncle Zhong's haircut with his face propped up, feeling like he was witnessing a miracle.

When Uncle Zhong said with satisfaction that the cut was finished, Zhou Quan saw a Chef Bao whom he had never seen before.

The hair that had been past the ears was cut long in the front and short in the back, and the front hair hung down to cover part of the forehead, modifying Chef Bao's overly impactful eyebrows and eyes, while the rest of the hair was blown fluffy and soft, slightly scattered around Highlight all the facial features of Chef Bao.

"Wow, Brother Baoyan, you are the standard of an international supermodel. Didn't anyone ask you to go to the catwalk when you were abroad?"

"Yes, I refused."

"Ah, really? Then they are too discerning."

While talking and joking, Bao Yan stood up, Zhou Quan handed over the banknotes he had prepared long ago and wanted to pay the bill, but that Uncle Zhong who seemed to have a very good personality said, "Seeing as you think, the boy still knows what it's like to come back to visit me." Come on, this time I will give you free bills."

"Stop making trouble, Uncle Zhong. You haven't raised the price for haircuts for ten years, and you still don't charge any money. Do you want to pay for it?"

"Stop cursing me, kid. When did your Uncle Zhong lose money in business? He wasn't joking with you. This time it's really avoided."

"Then thank you Uncle Zhong, I wish you a prosperous business."

Saying that, Zhou Quan took Chef Bao out, and there was still more than an hour before their scheduled meal time. He wanted to take Chef Bao to look around and let him see what his high school life was like. .

However, they just went out, and Uncle Zhong also came out behind him. Not only did he come out, he also took back the signboard that was placed outside, locked the door and planned to leave.

"Uncle Zhong, are you going out?"

"Well, go to the hospital. Uncle Qi, your idiot, got his head hit by something while working yesterday and is staying in the observation room of the hospital."

"Ah, is it serious?"

"It's nothing serious, just a bit of a brain disorder. But he said he was always sick. The hospital didn't let him go last night and stayed in the observation room. I asked just now and said that he can be discharged from the hospital. I'll take him home now." .”

"Phew, as long as you're fine, then we'll leave without delaying you."

"Go, I'll lock the door and go."

"Hee hee, Brother Baosteel, let me tell you, our school is really interesting..."

Listening to the sound of laughter gradually going away, Uncle Zhong sighed how good it was to be young while closing the door. Just as he was about to leave, he turned around and glanced over inadvertently, but he was stunned.

"Hey, the way Brother Bao looks at Ah Quan...is not good. But why does Ah Quan stay close and not stay away? I don't believe he can't detect it. The pervert who dared to attack him back then was not He was almost kicked to explode the egg."

While he was talking to himself, he suddenly saw that the tall man seemed to say something, which made Zhouquan furious, jumped up and rubbed his hands on his head, and messed up the hairstyle he had just cut .

Not only that, Zhou Quan also jumped on the opponent's back with a mischievous face, wrapped his hands around the opponent's neck, and deliberately lifted his feet off the ground to put all his weight on the opponent's body.

Although the tall man was struggling, he didn't use any strength at all. Instead, he stretched his hands behind his back to protect the guy who was acting wildly on his back. His attitude couldn't be more conniving.

And Zhouquan, who was hanging on the other person, was laughing loudly at this moment, that smile was as bright as the rising sun, purely trusting the person beside him.

"I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, just because I live in this mountain? Ha, another couple who are willing to perish, I hope they can be luckier than us."