Save the picky eater

It's exactly ten o'clock.

Zheng Shaoli walked into this small shop called 'Taste', which was the only dimly lit shop in the middle of the night.

This store is located on Xingxing Street. The storefront is not too big. Apart from the store name, there is a fox with simple lines on the special old wooden signboard, which is full of childishness.

Zheng Shaoli has very strict requirements on food, but as an adult, after putting most of his energy on work, his cognition of food stays at the dimension of sustaining life, and the enjoyment and mood of food are not in the within his consideration.

Normally, he would never walk into such a shop that didn't fit him very well.

But his stomach ache from not eating for a day forced him to park the car in front of the shop.

There are only a few customers in the shop.

He walked into the store and looked around and found that the store is almost all made of old wooden materials, no matter the decoration or the tables and chairs. There are soft and thick pillows scattered on the rattan chairs, which makes people feel inexplicably relaxed and comfortable. There is no unnecessary decoration on the table, only a small animal made of rattan, which is quite wild.

"...Those were not absurd years, doing some absurd things, to what extent was the absurdity at that time, such as shooting guns everywhere, Wuwu fighting."

"One time I was walking on the road with Fat Boy Xiazi. Two people wearing red sleeves (for fear of harmony) came and couldn't recognize each other. When we got close, the first one asked which faction. Ask about your faction, the fat baby is reckless and naive, casually said a (la) rebellion (la) faction (la), that person was slapped in the face, which rebellion did you make? You made no (lucky) birth (luck) ) class (an) class (kang) anti, climb up and kneel!"

"Xiazi saw that the rebel had been beaten. When he rolled his eyes, the man asked Xiazi again. Xiazi held his cockscomb and head up, and he was protecting (harmony) Huang (harmony) faction! Slap, another slap, which emperor do you protect? Where is the emperor now? Go kneel!"

"I fell to my knees again. I was in trouble when I thought about it. No matter what I said, it was wrong. The man asked me again, what are you doing? My head is tied up, my hands are spread out, and my head is tilted. Hey, I am Xiao~yao~pai~." (from teacher Li Boqing's storytelling)

Zheng Shaoli,...

The air was silent for two seconds, and then a burst of laughter broke out.

An old man in a white sweater patted the table and pointed at the mobile phone on the table, his face flushed with laughter. Next to him sat an elegant old lady in an embroidered cheongsam. The old lady wanted to frown, but she couldn't hold back her smile. Yes, there was a handsome young man in his early twenties standing crookedly beside the two of them, wearing a short sleeve with the store name printed on his body, he looked like a shop clerk, and laughed along with him.

With the habitual indifference of urban elites to the point of being too indifferent, he couldn't help thinking of a 'strange group of people' in his heart.

Zheng Shaoli walked past them, there was a long wooden bar in the back of the shop, a young man behind the bar was lowering his head and chopping vegetables, when he heard footsteps, he raised his head and bent his eyes, "Oh, here we come."

"……Um."

"What do you want to eat today?"

"……casual."

"Okay, just wait, it will be fine in a few minutes."

"……it is good."

After a pause for a few seconds, Zheng Shaoli hesitated to speak, "...do we know each other?"

The shop owner bent his eyes again and took a look at Zheng Shaoli. The warm yellow light shone on Zheng Shaoli's side face. He was handsome and eye-catching, just like the scorching sun.

"I do not know."

Zheng Shaoli,...

Weird boss.

The night wind passed through the wooden window, bringing up the hanging wind chimes, which made a pleasant and crisp sound.

Such an environment is easy for people to relax. Even if Zheng Shaoli is as strict as Zheng Shaoli, he will not consciously loosen the loose tie that people think is too dull.

The old lady not far away pushed the old man, forcibly picked up the mobile phone and pressed the storytelling, which was still grumbling, with an elegant gesture, "May, hello."

Because the old man couldn't listen to the storytelling, he rolled his eyes and muttered, "Hasn't Wuyue treated you well? Who the hell cares about you in the wind and rain. (Weibo meme)"

Zheng Shaoli,...

The old lady couldn't take it anymore, she dropped her phone and lost her elegance, "Divorce! This lady wants to divorce you! I can't go on with this life! Go and live with your storytelling book!"

After speaking, he walked out of the store with high heels.

The old man didn't lose his temper, he grabbed the door and yelled, "Hey! Ma'am! The Shenjing roast goose made by Xiaoxiuzi is here! Don't eat it."

The old lady came back with her high heels clattering.

Zheng Shaoli,...

The boss who is cooking in the shop, and the clerk who is sitting on the wooden chair swinging his legs, are all so used to it that it seems normal.

Seeing Zheng Shaoli's delicate expression, the boss smiled and said, "It's okay, this is for fun."

Fun?

He took out the IPAD that he carried with him, intending to continue to use the time between meals to complete the next stage of work ahead of schedule.

The shop owner put a small dish of pastries and a cup of bright red tea soup in front of him, "Wait a minute, try some dim sum first, to appetize."

The cups and saucers are all made of ceramics, and there are stick figures on them that you can tell at a glance that they are brushstrokes of children, and the glaze color is used as the base, which is full of childishness.

Zheng Shaoli is not interested in sweets, and he does not like to consume powdered sugar.

It's just that there is a faint fragrance from the small yellow cube, and if there seems to be nothing lingering around the tip of the nose, even the stomach that has just settled down is also ready to move.

He unconsciously stretched out his hand to the dessert again.

Take a small piece and put it in your mouth, it instantly turns into fine sand. The fragrance of beans fills your mouth. It is sweet yet refreshing.

When he came back to his senses, it was already two or three yuan entrance.

This has exceeded his sweet tooth intake in two years.

Take another sip of the tea soup.

He took a sip, and it was not the taste of tea. There was a hint of bitterness of Chinese herbal medicine in the sweet and sour taste, and a hint of sweet-scented osmanthus. It was neither greasy nor astringent. The taste was just right, and instantly relieved his throbbing stomach and nerves.

"what is this?"

The boss seemed a little surprised by his question, and raised his eyebrows, "Are you coming back from abroad?"

Zheng Shaoli nodded. His Chinese pronunciation is not very standard. In some words, there is always a sense of disobedience that only Chinese people can hear.

"This is our common snack." The boss pointed to the dim sum in front of him, "Pea yellow, sour plum soup."

His hands are beautiful and slender.

Zheng Shaoli subconsciously came to a conclusion in his mind, thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and turned on the recording, and said to the boss, "I hope you can tell me how to make these two foods, and I can pay you."

The boss was amused by him.

I have to say that the boss himself is also very eye-catching.

The black cotton and linen long-sleeved shirt further accentuated his fair skin and beautiful facial features, especially his pair of smiling eyes, which were always curved, giving him a sense of chic and tranquility, making people feel calm and gentle when looking at him for no reason.

"No, this thing is easy to make. Boil the peas, peel them, make fine sand, add some soft white sugar, add some lard, spread them out and flatten them, and cut them into small cubes. Sour plum soup is simpler, and black Jujube, ebony, hawthorn, cardamom, licorice, osmanthus are boiled together, boiled and let cool to drink, if you want to give it to children, then add some mugwort leaves, it can clear away heat and fire, children are prone to lung heat in this weather."

Zheng Shaoli raised his eyes.

The boss smiled knowingly, "I also have a kid in my family."

Zheng Shaoli nodded, pressed the stop button, and said that he would pay the boss.

The boss refused to accept it.

He didn't take his boss's refusal seriously.

"Anything requires an equivalent exchange."

The boss shrugged, shook his head helplessly and smiled.

When he mentions his own children, Zheng Shaoli can't help but give birth to such enviable and harmonious words as 'family happiness' with his implicit sense of pride.

On the surface, he still maintains his consistent rigorous posture, giving people a sense of indifference and solemnity.

The boss bent his eyes and smiled, and was about to speak, but there was a roar of an engine outside the store, which was particularly abrupt in the quiet middle of the night.

Zheng Shaoli raised his brows, the restlessness of the engine made him hear some tricks, subconsciously said in a low voice, "Harley."

The boss looked at him unexpectedly.

After he finished speaking, he was a little uncertain, as if there were some other voices mixed with the roar of the engine.

The clerk who was leaning against the window swinging his legs bored jumped up and said happily, "Brother Xiong is here!"

Hearing the roar of the engine getting closer, Zheng Shaoli finally heard what the noise was.

It's a small stereo strapped to the car.

The Great Compassion Mantra is played in a loop.

Zheng Shaoli,...

Walking in was a dark young man wearing a black vest, jeans, a cropped cut, and an expressionless face.

The clerk jumped on it like a butterfly seeing a flower at the first moment, and affectionately held the young man's strong arm, and said in a sweet voice, "Brother Xiong."

The boss took out a box of takeaway from behind him, packed it carefully and handed it to the young man, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Axiong."

Ah Xiong nodded to the boss, stretched out his arm, hesitated for a moment, and finally said calmly, "There is a fight behind Xingxing Street."

The boss smiled, "Yo, it's really lively, it's normal, the weather is hot, and the young man is hot."

A Xiong said, "A few men beat and drag the female owner of the clothing store."

The clerk held his handsome face dreamily, "Brother Xiong has a personality, and youtry is so masculine when read as drag. So handsome."

Zheng Shaoli,...

The smile on the boss's face disappeared instantly.

The old couple who had been listening to the gossip for a long time also came up to him, pointed anxiously at Axiong and asked, "Then why don't you go and save him!"

A Xiong was as cold as a proud snow flower. When he brought up the takeaway, he walked towards Harley who was casting the Great Compassion Curse, and only said, "I want to deliver the takeaway."

The clerk sighed again, his eyes almost burst out with love, "It's so individual..."

The chug sounded again.

The old man stomped his feet anxiously, "You must be sick!"

The old lady pushed and shoved, and said angrily, "Don't be silly, or, Xiaoxiuzi, why don't you go and have a look?"

Although when the owner of the 'drag' clothing store was mentioned, the old couple unanimously showed a trace of disdain.

The boss sighed, walked out from behind the bar, and said to Zheng Shaoli, who was tall and straight, and looked a bit strong and slender, "Excuse me, can you come with me for a while? Is it worth the reward?"

Usually he doesn't pay attention to these people and things that have nothing to do with him.

But in such an atmosphere, he could not calmly refuse the request for 'rescue'.

The boss bent his eyes habitually, "Thank you. By the way, my name is Li Qianxiu."

Zheng Shaoli looked at the hand outstretched in front of him, the fingers were slender like white onions, like carefully carved works of art.

He reached out and took it.

"Zheng Shaoli."

What a weird store.

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