Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

It was stuffy and hot in the midsummer afternoon, and the air was distorted as far as the eye could see, and the pedestrians on the street collectively turned into roast ducks hung in the oven, sweating glisteningly in minutes.

The traffic policeman on patrol, Xiao Wang, raised the alarm accompanied by the hysterical cicadas, and shouted through a loudspeaker:

"The white Buick in front pull over!"

Before reporting the license plate number, the white Buick stopped meekly.

Xiao Wang flipped off the motorcycle and tapped on the window of the driver's seat with his fingers.

Behind the lowered car window was a handsome face with sharp edges and corners, like a gushing cool air, slightly cold.

However, Xiao Wang was more ruthless than him, and raised his palm up, "Driver's license, driving license!"

The owner handed it over very cooperatively.

A three or four-year-old girl was sitting on the co-pilot, with a pair of braids stuck out on both sides of her head, and a white and tender face, looking over curiously.

Xiao Wang grinned at her, "Who is this?"

The owner of the car was Liao Chu, 25 years old, and his passport photo, which was supposed to be tragic, was taken by him like a male model's job application resume.

Recalling his little book that he refused to show others easily, Xiao Wang was inexplicably sad.

The little girl's black and white eyes were big and round, and she said in a childlike voice, "Uncle."

As he spoke, the dull hair on his head trembled.

Xiao Wang's heart was also trembling from the cuteness, "Uncle..."

The little girl was so cute, he couldn't help taking a closer look, um, the nephew looks like an uncle, it's true.

It is said that the girl is believed.

After checking the documents, he said to the car owner: "Children need to be equipped with safety seats on the road. It's late at noon. Where are you going with the children? Come down."

The little girl trembled, and said timidly: "Uncle..."

Liao Chu caught a faint bitterness from the air around her.

His world has always been different from ordinary people:

Emotions are concrete, flavorful, and even touchable for him.

In short, like a living hodgepodge:

The sweetness of joy, the spicyness of anger, the bitterness of fear and so on.

He gently stroked the little girl's thin braids with his big hand, "Guo Guo is good, it's fine."

The moment the palm passed through, the slight bitterness was dissipated.

After appeasing the child, Liao Chu lightly tapped the still-lit navigation interface with his right hand left in the car, "Go to the mall."

Xiao Wang is obviously very principled, "Going to the mall..."

Liao Chu continued, "Buy a child seat."

Xiao Wang: "..."

This is clearly a paradox.

You can't go on the road without a child seat, but you can't buy a child seat if you don't go on the road.

The little girl with the old stuffed bear doll in her arms came over, holding the car window like a poor little girl avenging justice, "It's true."

Xiao Wang: "..."

Who can stand this? !

In the end, Xiao Wang escorted his nephew and uncle all the way to the shopping mall, and watched Liao Chu start consulting before leaving in peace.

After walking a few steps, he looked back for the last time, and the little girl seemed to have sensed it, hugged Liao Chu's thigh and smiled sweetly at him, waving her little hand and dangling her braid.

Aww, Xiao Wang's heart is bubbling with sourness.

I also want to have such a lovely daughter!

Niece is fine too!

Liao Chu had a headache.

He has no experience in buying child seats, and he was dazzled by all kinds of products when he met him.

The process of "entering the door - picking up the goods - paying - leaving" immediately declared bankruptcy.

Guoguo hugged the bear with one arm, and grabbed the hem of his clothes with the other, walking in small steps, like a big gecko.

"A lot of chairs!" The little girl stared wide-eyed, looking up at the world of the safety seat in front of her.

"Yeah." Liao Chu nodded, "Which one do you like?"

Since it is a child seat, it seems that children should be consulted.

"Hello, sir," a shopping guide greeted him with a smile, looked at him and then at Liao Guo, "do you want to buy a safety seat for this kid?"

Liao Chu hummed.

The little girl's eyes lit up, "For Guoguo?"

Is it a gift?

Liao Chu gently rubbed the little girl's head, "For Guoguo."

It's a gift!

The little girl instantly transformed from a small bitter gourd into a sweet and sour candy, with waves of strong sweetness.

Liao Chu was a little surprised.

Children's emotions change really quickly.

It's just a chair.

Guoguo is really happy.

She doesn't have a father, and since she can remember, her mother has been uncomfortable. The mother and son are barely starving to death, so how dare they talk about gifts?

Even this little bear doll was given to her by the young lady opposite when she accompanied her mother to the hospital...

Guoguo quickly took a peek at Liao Chu.

She thought, if there is a father, is it like this?

But she is very satisfied.

As long as there is an uncle...

The big bad wolf won't come to eat himself in the dream again, will he?

Liao Chu stretched out his hand, and quickly made a grabbing movement about [-] centimeters away from her.

An orange-red fruit invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people quickly condensed in his palm, with slightly pointed ends, resembling a lemon.

It even tastes a bit like lemon, lemon with honey, sweet and sour.

It should be a good choice to make dessert or soak in water to drink directly, Liao Chu thought silently.

Here's the most outrageous bit:

He can feel emotions that ordinary people can't see, but after passing through his hands, the emotion fruit seems to realize the leap from two-dimensional to three-dimensional, and others can taste it.

The shopping guide smiled, "May I ask, what is your occupation and what are your usual car habits? It is better to match the safety seat according to the model."

"Chef." Liao Chu said.

Restaurateur, to be exact, opened today.

But a phone call the night before yesterday disrupted his plans, and severely disturbed his already turbulent life:

My sister, whom I had not seen for many years, passed away, leaving behind a niece who was under four years old.

The siblings were abandoned because of their genetic defects.

This is a very serious and rare disease, specifically manifested as acute organ failure after a certain stage. There are only a few thousand cases recorded in the world. No pharmaceutical company is willing to develop specific drugs for such a small number of patients.

So once it is found out, it is almost certain to die.

Just at the beginning of this year, Liao Chu suddenly heard a voice saying that it could help him extend his life.

Originally, Liao Chu thought it was an auditory hallucination caused by overwork and subconscious desire to survive, but when the other party accurately reported that he had only 2 years, 1 day, 3 hours and 25 minutes left, he wavered.

Speaking of it, he can taste the taste of emotion, which is very unscientific in itself.

That being the case, what does it matter if it is a little more mysterious?

The voice told him that every time a guest eats, they will generate a certain satisfaction value between 1 and 10, and each point of satisfaction can be exchanged for one hour, with a cap of [-] years.

Liao Chu raised a question about this, he has cooked countless dishes, why has it been ineffective?

The other party replied that because he has been working for others, the customers are only satisfied with the restaurant and the owner.

As long as the food is delicious, how many of the current diners really care who cooks it?

It just so happened that the change of power in the restaurant's top management caused a series of fluctuations. Liao Chu took advantage of the situation to resign and decided to give it a go.

It would be good if the dream could come true, but if not...it would be good to just die in silence.

Recalling this, Liao Chu squeezed the space between his brows and looked down at Guoguo's round head.

The luckiest thing, the little girl didn't inherit it.

The past is gone.

Now he's the brand new uncle with babies.

Suddenly there is a child in my life, and everything changes.

It seems that there is a touch of green shoots emerging from the cold and hard black soil, and there is always hope.

The shopping guide recommended several seats, and Liao Chu fell into deep thought after seeing the four-digit price tag:

He suddenly understood the name "Four-legged Gold Swallowing Beast".

Guoguo counted the things seriously, and carefully tugged at the corner of Liao Chu's clothes, "Uncle, isn't it very expensive?"

Now she doesn't have a clear understanding of the price, but just thinks the number is too long.

Liao Chu looked at her in surprise.

Has such a young child already started to worry about status?

While gratified, but also a little sad.

Children who are pampered and grown up don't care about these things.

"It's okay," Liao Chu squatted down, looked her in the eyes and said, "Uncle can afford it."

The little girl was still very worried, she twisted her fingers and said, "Guoguo can be exchanged for other gifts..."

The shopping guide said with emotion: "I have never seen such a sensible child."

The other children are clamoring to buy the most beautiful ones, and the parents roll around if they don't buy them!

Guoguo was worried, "Then, will we go hungry in the future?"

Liao Chu: "..."

Not really.

Speaking of which, Douding is not a big person, so he thinks a lot.

In order to dispel the little girl's inexplicable panic as soon as possible, Liao Chu directly bought the one that was said to be of the most reliable quality.

Of course, the price is also very attractive.

He went to culinary school very early, met Bole in a cooking competition, and was promoted to be the youngest executive chef ever at a well-known restaurant at the age of 22.

The annual salary of the executive chef is really high.

On the way to the parking lot, the feeling of surprise directly turned Guoguo into a mass of moving honey, whose sweetness once exceeded the standard.

It's too sweet, my throat.

Liao Chu stretched out his hand to touch the air mass lingering around Guoguo, like scooping up excess foam from a soup pot, and his skillful movements looked dexterous.

Guoguo felt her uncle's hand brushing gently over her head, and raised her head in doubt, "Uncle?"

It turned out to be full of three red fruits!

Are all children so full of emotion?

Liao Chu put the excess sweetness into his pocket as if nothing had happened, "It's okay."

"Oh." The little girl didn't doubt that he was there, and continued to bounce and walk forward, as if she didn't feel the heat and was as happy as a bird.

Hello Xiaocao!

Hello Xiaohua!

Uncle bought a gift for Guoguo!

Liao Chu, who was pushing the shopping cart, looked at her jumping back and felt miraculous again.

He who was born in an orphanage seemed to have never had such a happy time.

But soon, the children's happiness was forced to stop.

The little girl who was tied to the rear safety seat tried her best to reach Liao Chu in the driver's seat, her chubby body kept twisting like a funny cabbage worm.

"Woooo, I can't move anymore!"

I want to sit with my uncle!

The sorrow of her sister's death was finally dissipated a little, Liao Chu couldn't help laughing out loud, "Pfft."

The little girl was stunned, and her eyes were full of shock when she looked over: You actually laughed at me!

The sweet breath burst like soap bubbles.

She burst out crying.

The ridicule from the uncle deeply hurt the little girl's immature self-esteem.

She was sobbing with her mouth deflated, "I, I don't want to talk to you!"

But in the face of the turbulent sleepiness, this poor self-esteem immediately collapsed.

Before Liao Chu turned onto the highway, the little girl fell asleep on her back like a pig.

Liao Chu glanced in the rearview mirror, and a strange feeling quickly spread in his heart:

The sourness is surrounded by a little bit of sweetness, like a little green in the cold winter.

Slim, but there it is.

Will be fine.