Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

Chi Jiajia seemed very happy these days, often looking at the phone and laughing out loud.

Mr. Li teased her, "Are you in love?"

Chi Jiajia was a little panicked, her face blushed with excitement, "I don't deserve it!"

Mr. Li: "..."

what's going on?

Uncle Song took a sip of the mulberry wine, squinted his eyes and said, "Our Jiajia is so good, I think it's a good match."

In his tone, there was a kind of complacency in praising his granddaughter.

Then Chi Jiajia frantically shook her head, dragging out afterimages.

She quickly showed the phone to the two elders, "This is my idol!"

It is enough to be able to see a few times from a distance, where is Bao Tian enough to have the audacity to hope to fall in love with someone!

She is not worthy!

The sunset red duo leaned back together, squinted their eyes, rubbed their pockets, and looked for the reading glasses inside.

After watching for a long time, Uncle Song snorted, "This looks familiar, isn't it the young man who came here before?"

Mr. Li glanced at him, "Young man, his name is Bai He, and he is a very famous musician."

What a memory!

Uncle Song was neither blushing nor out of breath, and the old god was nodding, "It's him, can I still not remember? You are the only one who speaks quickly and grabs my word."

Mr. Li heheed twice, looking like he really wanted to grab the suona and hit him on the forehead.

The young man is good at everything, but he seems a little shy.

It's a good time to play with Guoguo.

Uncle Song prided himself on being an old fashioned internet boy, so he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and quickly clicked on the search to consolidate his personality.

"Did I pay attention to it too? Didn't he win an award a year ago? He also promoted our restaurant. He's a good boy!"

Those who face our restaurant are all good boys.

Chi Jiajia nodded like pecking rice, and quickly unfolded Amway:

"You know that too? He is really outstanding. Not only has he won the award, but he has also sung the theme songs of several popular dramas recently."

The popularity of those theme songs is too high, and now many small video sites are singing crazy covers.

Although this year is less than halfway through, if this trend continues, this year's award for the most popular film and television drama will be won by Baihe in all likelihood.

She found a few songs in her favorites and tried them out for the two old men.

The two old men squinted their eyes halfway, clapping their hands on their knees to beat time.

"Yes, Not Bad."

"Indeed, it's much better than those saliva songs."

Although they can be regarded as half of their peers, they haven't listened to pop music for many years.

Can't understand!

Sometimes I inadvertently turn over the list of "Golden Songs" and "Golden Songs" to see, what's that all about?

The song can't be tuned, the tune can't be tuned, hehehaha moaning without illness, just those few words that I don't know what to say...

I haven't heard of any great achievements, and I don't think everyone is familiar with it. Is this the golden song of the year?

It doesn't matter whether they are outdated or they can't keep up with the trend, anyway, those songs are all hot chicken in their eyes.

I don't understand, I really don't understand.

But Xiaobai is really a good kid.

They have seen it with their own eyes, and they have also heard him teach Liao Chu to sing twice. He is full of breath, with a long breath, clear words, and various high and low pitches.

Singing skills are absolutely necessary.

And these theme songs did not follow the trend, so they have something to say.

It's really good.

Chi Jiajia held his face in his hands and let out a silly laugh, before sighing leisurely: "I will start my paid vacation next week. I was too busy a while ago, so I didn't even bother to watch dramas..."

She must rush to the drama sung by idols.

There were not too many people at the moment, Liao Chu came up with some fruit puddings, and after hearing this, he asked casually, "Why are you on vacation now?"

It's not a year or a festival.

"There are so few people, the college entrance examination, the high school entrance examination, and then the summer vacation, where there are no crowds, it's the wrong peak if you can." Chi Jiajia said.

Anyway, her family is in the local area, and she doesn't care about saving money until the end of the year and going back to her hometown for the holidays.

Chi Jiajia reached out to pick it up, his eyes lit up, "Wow! It's so beautiful!"

The weather is getting hotter, and various seasonal fruits are on the market. Liao Chu bought a lot, and today launched a special dessert:

Fruit pudding.

There are currently three flavors: Strawberry, Mango and Mulberry.

Pure fruit juice is added to the main body of each pudding, which makes the pudding, which should be milky yellow, present a very gentle color tone, pink, yellow, and purple.

Looking at it is milky.

The plump paste is packed in a small chubby glass jar, and when viewed from the side facing the light, it is shining brightly.

The solid pudding only occupies about two-thirds of the height, and above that, there is a gorgeous combination of fresh fruit puree and cubed pulp.

When eating, use a spoon to shovel down vertically from the top, trembling and shaking. If you are strong enough, you can shovel out the complete three layers at once.

Uncle Song is not old at heart, and his inner world is very pink.

He ordered the most pink strawberry pudding.

The old man dug hard, and he didn't forget to ask: "That mulberry wine is pretty good, will you still make it this year?"

Liao Chu nodded, "I did."

It has become a habit to eat a cup every day.

As soon as he twisted his right hand, he heard a very slight "bo chi", the moist paste separated from the wall of the bottle, and a large piece of strawberry pudding came up with rich jam and pulp.

It was moist, glistening under the sun, and the rest of the cut surface was extremely smooth, and half of the air bubbles could not be seen.

Uncle Song nodded earnestly and gave full affirmation.

What a good pudding!

The thick jam couldn't bear the gravity and began to slide down the grain.

He quickly smashed his lower lip, leaning his lower lip forward vigorously, and managed to catch the jam before it dripped.

Well.

The first thing I feel is the strong milky aroma, it is definitely the fresh pure milk of the day, the kind mixed with water in the supermarket is incomparable.

Then there are slightly sharp and lively fruit aromas.

The jam has chunks of strawberry pulp mixed with honey and another weird sweetness.

Sweet and sour, gentle aroma... like what?

It smells like real strawberries.

A little familiar.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if lost in memory.

It seems like I've smelled it somewhere.

The evening sunlight came in, pierced through the empty half of the glass bottle, and when it fell on the table, it quietly dispersed into seven-color beams.

Ah yes.

When I was young, on the side of the road to the orchestra, there seemed to be a few wild strawberry trees, which bloomed delicate white flowers every spring.

Walking on the road, it seems that you can smell a little sweet aroma.

In May and June, the wild strawberries mature one after another, and the small red fruits are dotted among the green leaves, which are very beautiful.

In those days, supplies were not as plentiful as they are now, and wild fruits on the roadside were also in high demand.

He is always very positive.

When strawberries bloom, I secretly remember how many flowers there are on that tree, and how many flowers there are on this tree.

When they are about to be ripe, they will watch them early and pick a handful before everyone else.

Wild strawberries are not as big and beautiful as those artificially cultivated today. Most of the small and exquisite ones may not look very good.

But he felt like a treasure.

Every time I have to wrap it in a clean white handkerchief, carefully hide it in my arms, and run wildly all the way.

Then, almost reverently gave it to the most beloved girl.

There will always be three or two wild strawberries that are squeezed, and the bright red juice will flow out and soak the handkerchief.

Actually speaking, he can't remember the girl's appearance clearly now.

But the faint sweet scent of strawberry juice lingering in the air seems to be engraved directly in the mind, and occasionally when a gust of wind blows, the temporarily quiet sweet scent will fly up in a whirl.

Chi Jiajia over there was also in a daze.

For some reason, she remembered many things from her childhood:

The first time I got [-] points in the test, the first time I went to the playground with my parents, the first time I got my favorite bicycle...

Bit by bit, like fireflies flying out of the grass in summer night, twinkling and twinkling, flying all over the sky.

Liao Chu watched their reactions carefully and left satisfied.

He added emotion fruit to it.

In just four days before, he collected nearly a hundred love fruits from Zaoerniang, and packed them into two large glass jars.

[In other words, Yu Yu has always been curious about the empty glass jars on the entire wall in his kitchen.

She obviously didn't pretend to be anything, but she was very precious...

He once asked, and Liao Chu was silent for a while, but he couldn't lie to him after all, so he said honestly: "It's feelings."

Yu Yu: "...Okay."

Liao Chu: "..."

Hey, your accommodating and perfunctory are written all over your face! 】

From Liao Chu's point of view, that unfortunate and lucky woman is like a mobile emotional brewing machine:

Sending boxes of lunch, water, wages, etc., etc., as long as a little bit of kindness, you can easily bear six or seven plump fruits.

He named these fruits "happiness".

Just a little bit can bring back the sweetest memories of the past.