Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

Now Lin Yangyang's family of three would come to Liao Ji for breakfast every now and then.

It's almost the third year of high school, seeing the countdown in the school, the teachers and students of the second year of high school are also nervous.

Usually, the family of three doesn't have much chance to communicate, so every morning becomes the best channel to deepen their relationship.

There is no need to talk about earth-shattering events, just chatting casually.

It may be that I saw a particularly cute puppy on the road today, and you think a cloud is very beautiful when you go to work...

Talk often, no barriers.

As a family, the truth is plain and simple.

The several neighborhoods near Liao Kee Restaurant are located in school districts, and a considerable number of diners every morning are students and parents.

As soon as they ordered, they saw a family of four sitting diagonally opposite.

Lin Yangyang didn't care at first.

But after glancing at it inadvertently, I couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

Seeing Lin Yangyang kept looking there, Uncle Liu followed suit, and found that the boy who looked like a high school student at the table was wearing the same school uniform as him.

"Classmates you know?"

Lin Yangyang lowered his head and took a sip of the noodle soup, then shook his head, "He's a senior in the third year of high school. I know him, but he probably doesn't know me."

Today's special breakfast is wonton noodles. It is said that the soup is made from several ingredients, which is very delicious.

The oily flowers have been skimmed off long ago, leaving only the clear broth.

Not to mention the noodles, if you drink it alone, you can have a few more bowls.

The clear soup is nestled with winding thin noodles, and a few wontons are neatly stacked on top.

Such a novel combination is quite rare for people from Qingjiang City.

A few days ago, the regular customers saw that Boss Liao made something like a bamboo stick, and they were surprised at the time:

Enough of good restaurants, is this going to be juggling?

Only Hu Shun, who was born in Guangdong Province, saw him, and immediately exclaimed:

"Boss, are you going to hit the bamboo noodles?"

This is a special pasta dish in the south of the coast. Because no water is added to the noodles, it is made of duck eggs and noodles, so it is extra strong and strong. It needs people to sit on a big bamboo pole and press it out with the help of gravity and momentum, hence the name.

Hu Shun also wanted to come and film the production process.

However, the back kitchen has limited space, and after all the kitchen helpers came during the day, they couldn't use it at all, so Liao Chu made the noodles before dawn.

"Looks like a good boy." Mother Lin glanced at the boy, took a few mouthfuls of noodles, and nodded.

It is indeed stronger and smoother than ordinary water and noodles.

However, because a lot of duck eggs are added, there is a faint taste, some people are not used to it, so they just order wonton.

Lin Yangyang nodded, "He is very powerful. The teachers often use him as a model, saying that they are not afraid of someone with a good background, but they are afraid that people with a good background will work harder than you..."

Ji Peng is also considered a man of the school. In the past, he was good-looking, his family was rich, he could play basketball, and he had to win a high school basketball league trophy.

Therefore, many students admire it highly, and they embrace it wherever they go, and they can be called the king of popularity.

Now he has good grades, is well-behaved, and the teachers like him, and he likes to talk about everything.

It's like a model of a prodigal son turning back.

After hearing this, Uncle Liu subconsciously took a few more glances, "Speaking of which, is his father sitting across from him? It does look familiar."

Mother Lin interjected, "It seems that the surname is Ji."

Lin Yangyang hummed, "Very famous boss..."

But he didn't care much about his family background, but he was more interested in Ji Peng.

"I heard that his grades were not very good, but after he entered the third year of high school, he suddenly became enlightened." Lin Yangyang said in a low voice, "He has made great progress. In the last few monthly exams, he has been able to stabilize in the top ten in the class. Another time it was on the top [-] list."

Students, of course, value learning more.

Especially for students from ordinary families, once someone's grades improve very fast, no need for others to tell, I will pay attention first.

Lin Yangyang ate a few mouthfuls in a row, then slowly exhaled the hot air with the aroma of noodles, and went to pick up wontons again.

Under the thin wonton skin, there is a pink color showing through.

It's shrimp.

There are two options for the wonton in the wonton noodles. You can choose the old-fashioned pure meat wonton, that is, pork mince that is three fat and thin, or you can have large shrimp meat wonton.

Qingjiang City is close to the sea, and most of the local residents have the habit of eating seafood.

And hearing that seafood nourishes the brain, Mama Lin ordered fresh shrimp wontons out of habit.

The prawns are delivered early in the morning, alive and kicking.

Many diners who came early saw with their own eyes that the handyman in the back kitchen peeled and cleaned the real fresh food, and they were very relieved to eat it.

After swallowing a cloud, Lin Yangyang continued: "Our teacher said that with his current grades, it is a sure thing that he will pass the exam. If he works harder, or if he performs better in the college entrance examination, he can pass 211 and 985." rush."

In fact, most of the knowledge points are learned in the second year of high school, and most of the time in the third year of high school is reviewing and brushing up questions.

How the results were at that time, it can basically be said that the overall situation has been decided.

Even if there are fluctuations in the later stage, it will not be too big, at most it will change from good to better.

Therefore, it is really rare for Ji Peng to directly straddle the middle and upper reaches.

A miracle.

All teachers have this idea when they talk about it.

A rich second generation who was originally obsessed with basketball is a bit of a fool, so let's not mention his grades.

It's just that the physical education teacher likes it very much, after all, it can be used to improve performance.

As for the other teachers... as long as they don't cause trouble, there is nothing worthy of attention.

Everyone expected him to be like most rich kids, get a high school diploma and go abroad.

But who would have thought that in the third year of high school, he suddenly awakened!

I know I am making progress.

The teachers said in private that this is sensible.

Most of the children in their school days don't know the hardships of the world and are rebellious. Asking them to study hard is like being forced to take poison.

Who the hell is that for!

Others force you to learn, and you are willing to take the initiative to learn, the effect is completely different.

Several teachers are still joking in private, saying that they are not afraid of students falling in love early, but they are afraid that it will delay their studies and ruin their lives if they do something wrong.

If they are all like Ji Peng and Gao Min, they supervise and promote each other in a regular manner, and the effect is comparable to taking a brain-boosting pill.

Maybe I can drink a matchmaker wine in the future!

Uncle Liu looked at the family of four again.

Pretty decent indeed.

When Dad’s clothes can’t identify the brand, it seems that there is nothing special about it, but occasionally his wrist shakes when picking up food, revealing a watch inside, and those who know how to do it will understand.

A well-known high-end custom model, starting at one million.

Look at the sneakers on the feet of the boy in the third year of high school.

Although he didn't study it specifically, when he was thinking of giving a gift to his stepson before, he accidentally glanced at it a few times, and it seemed that it would cost several thousand yuan.

He suddenly felt a little inferior.

Maybe he will never be able to provide such a good life for his children in his life.

"Well," he asked tentatively, stirring the noodles in the bowl, "Is there something missing for Yangyang? Uncle, it seems that many boys like sneakers a while ago."

If you can't afford anything else, if you have a pair of sneakers, you can still grit your teeth.

In order to move to this community, he and his wife did not have much savings left.

However, the business of selling goods has just started, and the momentum is not bad. As long as it gets on the right track later, I don't have to be afraid.

Lin Yangyang was stunned for a moment, followed the other party's line of sight and glanced forward, and instantly understood.

"No, it's not like you don't know, I don't like sports."

Uncle Liu snorted, picked up a piece of noodles with his chopsticks, and didn't eat it again.

"You don't need to be non-sports, and you look good in clothes, and it's good to have more common topics among classmates."

Boys of this age should like these, right?

Lin Yangyang just laughed, and said seriously:

"No need, my classmates and I prefer to discuss the books we read."

Seeing that Uncle Liu was hesitant to speak, he hurriedly said:

"I will tell you if there is any book I want later, please help me buy it."

Uncle Liu's eyes lit up, and a look of joy quickly appeared on his face, "No trouble, no trouble, just study, and leave the shopping to me and your mother!"

Mother Lin also laughed, "That's right, the whole family, what are you talking about?"

When the meal was over, Uncle Liu went to pay the bill and asked the cashier, "Is this wanton noodle still available tomorrow?"

He found that Lin Yangyang seemed to like eating very much.

The cashier shook his head, "Generally speaking, the special breakfast is the last time in a while."

Moreover, this bamboo noodle is cumbersome to make and takes up a lot of space. After finishing today, the boss put away the tools directly.

It is estimated that it will not be done again in a short time.

Uncle Liu was a little disappointed as expected.

But he still didn't give up, "Then when will it be?"

The cashier laughed, "We can't say for sure, it depends on what the boss wants."

Their boss is actually quite casual in doing things, maybe because he is skilled and willful.

"However, if it is very early, it is usually ordered the night before. You can pay attention to our small program, and the next day's menu will be released before [-]:[-] the night before."

Many old customers were not short of money, and they trusted Liao Chu extremely, they didn't care about these at all, and they came early the next day to eat blindly.

However, ordinary customers will still stare at the first-hand news.

People who may do business have high voices.

Uncle Liu over there thought he had lowered his voice, but Lin Yangyang, who was not far away, still heard a few phrases and was moved.

Like most Chinese, he is not very good at expressing emotion.

The mouth opened and opened again, and finally swallowed the word "Dad" back.

In addition to being nervous, I was also a little scared.

The word "Dad" may represent a sense of responsibility and security in the eyes of the world, but in Lin Yangyang's impression, it is the opposite concept:

Cranky, chaotic, drunk, furious...

As soon as he thought of this word, he seemed to see the mess again before his eyes, and the harsh curse echoed in his mind, and he seemed to smell the strong smell of wine and a faint smell of blood...

No.

I can not do it.

He even felt that the word was unknown.

If I change my words, will, will Uncle Liu become like that?

Lin Yangyang always thought that he adapted well.

But when things came to an end, I still found to my dismay that I hadn't completely forgotten what I had imagined.

He felt as if he had become a child again, with an old messy painting in front of him.

He desperately wanted to cover it with new paint, but when it came to the end, he flinched cowardly.

"what happened?"

A sound of worry instantly brought back Lin Yangyang's chaotic thoughts.

"Ah, it's okay."

Lin Yangyang smiled habitually, and said nonsense, "I remembered a math problem."

Uncle Liu paid the money and came out. Seeing that he hadn't left yet, he thought something was wrong.

Hearing this, I was relieved, but a little worried, "Let's do our best, don't put too much pressure on yourself, the body is the capital of the revolution."

Lin Yangyang gripped the strap of the schoolbag tightly.

He looked at this once strange man, and found that the concern in his eyes was not adulterated at all.

Different, really different.

Lin Yangyang thought to himself, he is really different from the man before.

That man never cared about his family's feelings.

As for stress?

His presence is pressure!

It was getting late, Lin Yangyang forced himself to cut off his thoughts and say goodbye to his family.

"Then I'm leaving, Mom..." His eyes fell on Uncle Liu's face, he tried to open his mouth, but the b syllable seemed to be stuck in his throat, dry and astringent, he couldn't come out no matter what .

"...Uncle Liu."

I still can't speak out.

Lin Yangyang thought dejectedly, turned around and left, as if fleeing in despair.

What he didn't see was that after a while, Uncle Liu came back to his senses with a face full of astonishment.

He tore at his wife's clothes indiscriminately, his eyes were slightly red, and he stammered: "That child, that child just now..."

Did you want to call me dad just now? !