flirt with a rich man

As soon as I got into the store, I could smell a little smell, pulled my father's hand and asked, "Dad, did you buy pineapple?"

"It's a pineapple."

"Pineapple?" Yiming repeated in doubt, seeing his father enter the back kitchen, he hurriedly put down his schoolbag and followed.

The master watched the stupid boy grow into the handsome boy he is now, and said "hehe" twice: "Yiming, come to Uncle."

I bought a lot of pineapples, and now I cut all of them into cubes, and then cut the wax gourd into cubes as an auxiliary material. Xiao Zhuo also helped to chop the cubes when he came in.

"Hey, it's so small!" The master chef glanced at him and said, "It's only delicious if there are diced meat in the filling, and it will be put into the blender later. If you cut it too small at one time, it will all become a paste!"

"I didn't pay attention." Xiao Zhuo looked at the chopping boards, but luckily there weren't many of them, and sighed, "It's a good thing you're here, master, otherwise what I make must not taste good."

"Hey kid." The master leaned on his apprentice with his elbow, "You make better things than us old people."

Xiao Zhuo wanted to say something else, but turned his head and was startled by his son, "Yiming!"

Yiming found a small square stool somewhere, and put it on it to see what was on the table, but when he heard his father's voice, he was startled and wobbled and was about to fall down.

The master received it from behind Yiming, "Almost fell."

The little face was still in shock, Yiming scratched his head and stood quietly, but his curious eyes looked straight up, but he was short and couldn't look at it.

That's sad.

The master looked very funny at his appearance, and obviously wanted to see it but held back, so he poked a big piece of pineapple with his chopsticks and handed it over, "Eat this."

Yiming rested on his toes, opened his mouth slightly, leaned against the workbench and lowered his head to eat for a while, then said in a low voice, "It's different from pineapple."

"Yes, it's different."

In the evening, the business in the store began to dwindle. Li Wen was in charge of the front, and the new products were also on the market. It seemed that there was nothing to do.

Xiao Zhuo looked up and thought it was true, and concentrated on making pineapple cakes.

The name of the pineapple cake is correct, but some people in Taiwan use winter melon to make it because the cost of pineapple is too high, and winter melon is cheap and healthy, and the taste is much better than pineapple.

After tidying up all the wax gourds and pineapples, Xiao Zhuo was about to fry them in the kitchen, but he stopped to flip them with a spoon after thinking about it.

"What's wrong?" another master asked.

Xiao Zhuo flipped through the pages and said, "There's too much juice out of it, you should filter it first, otherwise it will take a lot of time."

"Hey Xiao Zhuo is right." The master turned and gave a thumbs up, "It will save a lot of time after filtering, otherwise it will be annoying to be fired."

Standing next to Yiming, I could see a few people busy. The not-so-small studio was filled with the fragrance of pineapple, and my mouth couldn't help but start to salivate.

He stepped forward and grabbed his father's clothes, "Dad, I want to eat."

Xiao Zhuo raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and said, "After a while, I'll fry it for you to try."

"En!"

"Xiao Zhuo, can you help me, you bought a lot of pineapples here."

"No, I'm busy."

He felt that the pineapples were not very big, but several of them were mixed together and the amount of winter melon was added, which was quite a visual impact.

"Oh, I owe you a hand." Reluctantly, he complained, and skillfully turned on the fire.

When it is fried, the orange turns to dark brown, and the taste is more intense.

Yiming waited so much that he wanted to jump up, the master saw that there was nothing to do and dug a big spoon for him, "Eat your father's fried food."

At first, he licked it slowly because he was afraid that it would be hot, but after he took a bite, the child couldn't think of vocabulary for a long time and could only hold back two words, "Delicious." Then he tugged at the corner of Xiao Zhuo's clothes to give him to eat.

Xiao Zhuo knelt down and ate it, feeling that the sweetness was just right, he raised his head and said to the master chef, "The taste is not bad."

In the end, it was almost time for everyone to get off work, and there were a total of 110 pineapple cakes.

Regardless of the size or taste, compared to the ones sold on the market, they are seriously over the top and will definitely lose money if sold. With the help of the master in the store, they are doing very well. Xiao Zhuo packed a box for each clerk.

"Enough!" Li Wen took a mouthful and said, "Manager, I will never hurt you again."

Isn't there a saying that cannibals have soft mouths but short hands.

Xiao Zhuo patted his cuffs and joked: "You should continue to hurt me, you will be sad if you don't hurt me this day."

"Hahahahaha"

……

He looked out of the window and it was completely dark, and the night began to cover the whole land. He could only vaguely see the street lights on the side of the road, and he could still see the snow falling.

After packing up the remaining pineapple cakes, Xiao Zhuo pinched his son who was still struggling to eat, "Let's go to the movies."

Mentioning the movie, Yiming gritted his teeth and jumped down, took the initiative to pack his schoolbag and didn't forget to eat the leftover half of it before leaving.Sitting in the back seat of the car is very honest, "Dad, I don't want to eat popcorn."

"Why don't you want to eat?" Xiao Zhuo asked.

Yiming patted his thick clothes, and replied falteringly: "I'm full."

The movie theater is not very far away, and it will be here in a while. Xiao Yiming's mood is obviously high, and he points to the poster of "Bear Infested" to take a photo.

Xiao Zhuo smiled and took several pictures with his mobile phone and sent them to WeChat.

Zhang Kai almost praised him in seconds, "You guys actually went to the movies without me..."

Seeing this nonsense, Xiao Zhuo typed a string of words without even thinking, "What are we father and son going out to take you with? If you call me dad, I will take you."

"Baba."

Xiao Zhuo: ... Bah, shameless.

When the movie ended, it was almost 9 o'clock. When he came out, Yiming lowered his head. As an old man, he knew that he was sleepy at a glance, so he hugged him immediately, "Your boy is really getting heavier."

Yiming yawned several times and squinted his eyes, leaning against his shoulder and not speaking.

It seemed that he was really sleepy, Xiao Zhuo carefully put on a windproof coat for his son, and prevented him from sitting and standing directly on the pedals, and it was safe for him to keep his legs between his legs to keep out the wind.

What if you sit on the back and fall backwards?

When he got home, he finally woke up the child to clean it, and within a few minutes he fell asleep again. Xiao Zhuo gently rubbed Yiming's head, picked him up and wiped his hands foolishly, and fell asleep with the quilt lifted against his son.

"dad."

"Ah."

"I'm going to be late."

"Uh-huh?

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze, Xiao Zhuo looked at the time and was dazed for a while, then went straight to the kindergarten with Yiming in his arms after washing, and was out of breath when he arrived at the door.

"Father, can I give Xie Shengfei a pineapple cake?"

Xiao Zhuo said: "Yes, you can share it with whoever you want."

Hou Hao silently watched the interaction between the father and son, and the four words "existence of blood relationship" kept lingering in his mind.

Although I had guesses in my heart, I was still taken aback when I saw the test results. I tried hard to control my emotions but I still couldn't calm down for a long time.

Xiao Yiming is his son.

After getting this result, he looked at Yiming unnaturally filled with a son-for-father love.

Staring at Xiao Zhuo for a long time, he still didn't get out of the car until everyone left in a hurry.

I wonder who the mother of this child is.

The old man was also thinking about how his younger son was doing, and recruited him to the house with a single call.

Hou Hao sat silently.

"Is that child yours?"

Hou Hao stood up slowly, looked at the old man's expectant expression quietly, and said indifferently: "I did the appraisal, it's not mine."

"What!" The result obviously stimulated the old man's old heart, and he shook his cane twice, "It looks so similar, how can it be so similar..."

"Dad." He said with his hand on his forehead, "There are many people who look like me. No one in the world knows that there is someone who looks like me on the other side of the earth. Xiao Yiming just happens to be left-handed."

"If it belongs to our Hou family, I still want to..."

Not wanting to listen to what the old man said, Hou Hao interrupted sternly, "He's not."

After hearing this, Hou Zheng narrowed his eyes and didn't know what to think. He fixedly looked at his younger son, and subconsciously stroked the top of the crutch.