Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

On the way to send Guoguo to the kindergarten, the children hummed nursery rhymes behind her.

Liao Chu listened indiscriminately:

It seems that it is not the same as what I sang... It is indeed different.

The innocent little girl felt a little lonely, "Uncle, let me sing one, and you sing one, okay?"

In kindergarten, Teacher Yuyu took us to sing like this.

Liao Chu's hand holding the steering wheel was tight, and he lied without changing his face, "The driver can't sing."

As soon as the voice fell, a car jumped out of the next driveway.

The big brother in the driver's seat is full of tendons, swaying to the music with forgetfulness:

"Rushing through Kyushu in a hurry, hey~ eh~

Hey, hey, Yier, when you see the injustice, let out a yell..."

Guoguo: "Huh huh?"

Liao Chu: "..."

Then at the next intersection, he found that the elder brother who had broken into Kyushu was stopped by the traffic police, nodded and bowed to receive a speeding ticket.

Liao Chu instantly felt comfortable physically and mentally, and seized the opportunity to educate Guoguo on legal popularization:

"Did you see it? He didn't obey the rules and was caught by the police uncle."

Guoguo twisted her neck to look, "What are the rules?"

Wow, the police uncle wearing sunglasses is so handsome!

As handsome as the uncle in the orange jumpsuit!

Here comes the pup question!

Liao Chu thought for a while, "For example, children have to go to kindergarten, and they have to wait for the red light when crossing the road. There are also some people who haven't told you, but you think you should do it. This is the rule."

Guoguo tilted her head and thought for a while, then spoke again, and hit another powerful straight ball:

"Just like Guoguo likes uncle?"

Although no one told Guoguo, Guoguo still likes her uncle the most!

Liao Chu's heart suddenly softened into a mess.

this little thing...

Then the next moment, the sweet-talking Zhiqiu kid sent out another invitation: "So uncle, when you're not driving, can you sing with Guoguo?"

The sweetness in the car is gone.

After handing Guoguo to Teacher Yu Yu, Liao Chu asked by the way, "Is there any other program for the small class?"

Even if you let him flip the spoon on the spot.

Yu Yu was taken aback for a moment, and immediately recalled the situation when the two of them sang with the children in the orphanage.

"puff……"

He quickly pressed the corner of his mouth, and said seriously: "Actually, there are two programs that have entered the final review process."

Liao Chu's eyes immediately burst into hope.

Isn't there a choice? Why do you have to sing?

Yu Yu: "Ballet, "Swan Lake."

Liao Chu: "???"

Originally, Liao Chu was quite against the chorus, but after hearing Yu Yu say another preparation option, the image of himself wearing a tight ballet costume immediately appeared in his mind...

Good!

Great chorus!

People's position changes are so unexpected.

When Liao Chu turned to leave, Guoguo stood behind him, clenched his small fists with both hands, and shouted loudly: "Uncle, don't listen to Uncle Bai's nonsense!"

Liao Chu: "...OK."

But there was a vague hint of running away from his back.

Looking at the excited little girl, Yu Yu couldn't help asking curiously, "What is Uncle Bai talking about?"

Guoguo said sadly: "Uncle Bai said uncle can't do it!"

Yu Yu: "..."

Uh, shouldn't I ask this topic?

However, Guoguo finally found someone she could talk to with confidence, and immediately shook her head and said, "But I don't think what Uncle Bai said is right, uncle will definitely be fine!"

After speaking, the child took another deep breath and shouted to Liao Chu's back in the distance: "Uncle, you have to work hard to practice singing!"

The little girl's voice was unexpectedly high, and her little face flushed.

Liao Chu in the distance: "...OK."

Guoguo is satisfied.

She looked at Yu Yu again, her fleshy face was full of seriousness, "Uncle Bai said that my uncle can't sing, but what you said before, Mr. Yuyu, as long as you want to do something, you have to work hard. You can’t just say no.”

Yu Yu: "..."

Ah, that's what it means.

Alas, how impure the minds of adults are!

"Isn't that right?" Guoguo raised her head and asked.

"Uh, that's right." Yu Yu could only nod.

To be honest, Mr. Liao's musical talent does not seem to be outstanding.

But the purpose of holding chorus in kindergartens is to promote parent-child communication, not a competition, as long as you dare to stand on the stage and open your mouth.

Teacher Yuyu said I was right!

Guoguo thought happily, bouncing and walking towards the campus.

The impatient leaves have begun to fall, and the big ones are whirling and falling to the ground.

The little girl kicked and ran over, her dantian sank, "Hey!"

She jumped up and stepped on the fallen leaves with her little feet, making a crisp sound.

"Mr. Yuyu, do you want to help other children with uncle tomorrow?"

Liao Chu had already told Guoguo about going to the orphanage, and she happened to go to Qianqian's house tomorrow to play.

Yu Yu nodded, "Yes."

"Then don't other children have parents?" Guoguo asked.

Yu Yu knelt down and touched her braid lightly, "Not only do they have no parents, they don't even have uncles."

The kid said ah, with sympathy showing on his immature face.

"It's really pitiful."

They didn't even have an uncle.

It's so pathetic.

In the eyes of children under the age of four, it is already miserable without parents.

If there is no uncle, wouldn't there be no delicious food!

This is simply the most tragic thing in the world.

But neither Yu Yu nor Liao Chu told her that in this world, there is no upper limit to happiness, and no bottom line to sadness.

Perhaps in her opinion, losing a loved one is already sad enough, but there are still some children who just want to live healthy... It's all a luxury.

"Guoguo!"

Just as she was talking, Qianqian came running wildly, full of energy as usual.

Liu Xi chased after him out of breath, "Slow down, slow down!"

But Yu Yu thinks that parents who lack exercise should slow down...

"Qianqian!"

Guoguo greeted him in surprise.

"My mother is back!" Qianqian said happily, "Let's watch cartoons together tomorrow!"

"Okay, okay!"

The two little girls walked in happily holding hands.

Looking at their backs, Yu Yu laughed unconsciously.

So what if the petals are missing?

It will bloom one day.

******

Liao Chu has always done more than talk.

After confirming that the chorus could not be changed, he began to redouble his training, and the high enthusiasm scared all the old diners.

Every time the sunset red group and the white crane came, Liao Chu sat down in front of them and said concisely: "Teach me, free of charge."

Sunset Red Combination: "..."

Young man, listen to the old man's persuasion, it's up to people to plan things, and it's up to God to make things happen!

Adults should be aware of the cruelty of the world, and some things cannot be achieved with hard work.

Did you say that you won't have a good mouth shape then?

As for Bai He...he has become autistic again.

Send Huang Lie three WeChat messages every morning, noon and night:

"When will you come back to pick me up?"

The so-called friendship is vulnerable to noise!

Chi Jiajia poked and squeaked, "Tell me, did the boss get stimulated by something?"

Did we hit hard before?

If I knew it earlier, I would be more tactful.

Zhizhi rested his chin on his hands, listening obsessively, "Listen well..."

Chi Jiajia: "..."

Excuseme? !

You wake up!

******

Autumn in Qingjiang City comes quickly and quickly.

After entering mid-September, the temperature is getting lower and lower day by day.

When sleeping at night, if the windows are opened wider, it will even be a little cold.

Occasionally, the doors and windows are closed tightly, and the night wind howling outside can still be heard.

Guoguo and Qianqian take the bus from Qingye Kindergarten to and from school.

It is said that it is a shuttle bus, but because there are only 54 students in the entire kindergarten department, most of them are picked up by full-time drivers and nannies, and very few take the shuttle bus.

Therefore, the kindergarten specially customized two high-end business mini school buses, which are divided into east and west urban areas.

It is said that the performance of the car is very superior, and it will not be a problem if it encounters a terrorist attack on the way.

The "school bus" meeting point is not far from the restaurant. Liao Chu sent the children there in the morning and picked them up before five in the evening.

It's convenient and saves a lot of time at work.

It's Friday in a blink of an eye.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and Liao Chu is going to bake some mooncakes to sell.

He handwritten a small blackboard and hung it up: "Starting tomorrow, mooncakes will be on sale, and Mid-Autumn Festival reservations are accepted, with a limit of three catties per person."

I'm afraid I won't be too busy.

He has temporarily prepared eight flavors of fresh meat, cloud leg, lotus paste, coconut paste, date paste, red bean paste, mung bean paste, and custard.

Then the last six kinds of fillings were matched with egg yolks, and the variety doubled in an instant.

Chi Jiajia slobbered, took a picture of the contents of the small blackboard and sent it to his colleagues.

Although I have never eaten the mooncakes made by Boss Liao, I can’t go wrong with it!

Colleagues are complaining about the days off in the group, saying that the government has simply not behaved in recent years.

Thinking back to the various seven-day Golden Week back then, how brilliant it was.

Occasionally, when the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day are close, it is not uncommon to have a ten-day long vacation in one go.

That's called a holiday, but now it's fine...

Three days, or three days after the day off!

Not enough to get stuck in traffic on the highway.

In just three days, I couldn't do anything at all, and even ruined several weekends, which directly disrupted people's normal life rhythm.

They all want to send blades to the person who proposed this plan back then.

Everyone was cursing continuously, but suddenly someone sent a picture of ordering mooncakes.

Well, there are quite a lot of varieties.

"Hey, Liao Kee Restaurant? Isn't it the one where Jia Jia brought us egg yolk cakes?"

"Yes, yes, yes, let's talk about it, the egg yolk cake is really amazing, I will go to buy it in person after two days off, and buy more!"

A Shanghai sister named Ma Xiaoli burst into tears of joy on the spot, "Fresh meat mooncakes?! Qingjiang actually sells fresh meat mooncakes!"

What kind of god is Boss Liao!

She came to Qingjiang City to go to university a few years ago, and it was logical to stay at work after graduation, and she is doing well now.

It's just that during the festive season, I miss my relatives a lot, and watching other people's family reunion, there is always some regret.

But this is not the most critical!

As a girl who grew up eating fresh meat mooncakes, her biggest regret is:

Ahhh, I can't eat fresh meat mooncakes!

The shelf life of good fresh meat mooncakes is very short. Even if protective measures are taken, when they are mailed from Shanghai to Qingjiang City, even if they do not deteriorate, they will lose a lot of deliciousness.

When she was in her hometown, she would line up with her parents to buy fresh meat mooncakes every Mid-Autumn Festival eve.

This seems to have become a tradition, a ritual.

Sometimes I go early, counting the heads, calculating which furnace will arrive at myself, and I can't help but think it's a fluke;

If you go late, looking at the endless long dragon in front of you, you will inevitably feel anxious.

What if it's sold out?

How can it be a festival if you don’t eat pure fresh meat mooncakes?

Even after the number plates were issued, some people were lucky enough to refuse to leave:

What if, what if you do too much?

So there are hours of waiting!

The staff of the mooncake shop are all wearing clean and tidy work clothes, wearing big masks and hats, and holding long clips:

"How many catties?"

Because it is too popular, those two time-honored brands will definitely limit purchases.

After finally queuing up once, most people will follow the maximum limit.

They are all just out of the oven, and they are still hot, so where is the time to pack them?

After asking the weight, the staff cracked the mooncakes into the bag with long clips.

Anything done to the extreme can be called "beauty".

Repeating the same set of actions for several years has almost become instinctive.

How proficient those aunts are, they don't even have to look, their eyes are on the next customer, their hands keep moving, repeating the question just now:

"How many catties?"

The speeding moon cake drew a beautiful parabola and lay flat obediently.

Once you get it, you can't even wait to go home.

Be sure to stand outside the store door, smell the rich aroma wafting from inside, and take a sip first!

The freshly baked fresh meat mooncakes are still very hot, and the gravy can be seen faintly oozing from the cracks in the crispy outer skin, soaking into a deeper color.

With a light touch, it is so crispy that it will fall off!

The meat stuffing was still very hot, but he couldn't stop, breathing out the heat desperately, while gnawing on it.

Bite open a mouthful, watching the heat bubbling straight up, the abundant gravy inside reflects a bright luster, making your mouth water.

The child grows up and always has enough to eat. There is only one moon cake in his heart and eyes.

She was eating while walking on the road, while her parents would escort her one by one...

The mouth is full of oil, and the salty fragrance is invincible.

That is the taste of childhood.

Last year when my parents came to visit Ma Xiaoli, the biggest luggage was a few catties of fresh meat mooncakes, and she burst into tears on the spot.

But the second elder is old, so he can't just cross half of the motherland's territory just because of his little appetite...

"Jia Jia, good sister, dear sister, please book it for me first!"

She has decided:

What else is there to do during the Mid-Autumn Festival? Isn’t it delicious to go to Liao Kee Restaurant to eat fresh meat mooncakes?

Someone in the group questioned:

"Mooncakes have to be filled with five kernels. Isn't the meat stuffed with sesame seed cakes?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a dead silence in the work group.

A few seconds later, various emotional speeches filled the screen in a blowout style:

"You fart! Wuren mooncakes get out of the mooncake world!"

"The mooncake with five kernels is innocent, but the mooncake with fresh meat is really not good... Mung bean paste is always the god!"

"What is the difference between a life without coconut mooncakes and salted fish!"

"The ones above are all younger brothers. If you want me to say, they are still durian mooncakes. I make them myself every year."

"Upstairs, and then the neighbors complained about your roasting shit, right..."

Therefore, it is not a good thing if a country’s food culture is too rich:

Always fighting!

Chi Jiajia never expected that Ma Xiaoli would catch the earliest subway the next day and come to eat mooncakes with bloodshot eyes.

It takes at least an hour and a half to get here from her house, right?

It's only past seven o'clock, so... sister, you get up at five o'clock?

Never underestimate the heart of a foodie.

"Didn't you book the Mid-Autumn Festival?" She asked cautiously.

Ma Xiaoli shook his head, opened his bloodshot eyes, and said in an erratic voice, "I can't wait."

She was so hungry for fresh meat mooncakes that she couldn't sleep last night!

Just at this time, I heard a "ding" from the kitchen.

It's an oven!

Liao Chu wore heavy heat-insulating gloves, and held a large baking tray from inside.

A strange, unstoppable smell of meat spread immediately, like a typhoon in midsummer, unstoppable.

Ma Xiaoli instinctively took a deep breath, tears welling up in his eyes.

This is the smell!

"Give me two fresh meat mooncakes, please!" she rushed over and shouted.

Then, as soon as he took a sip, his eyes turned red.

What kind of fairy chef is this!

Is it the Buddha who saves all living beings?

Chi Jiajia was dumbfounded.

Crying?

Not so much.

"Boss, you only cook breakfast again tomorrow!" Hu Shun walked in from the outside, but when he looked up, he saw a girl with red eyes, and was startled.

After asking the reason, he said to Chi Jiajia: "People like you who haven't even gone to college before going out of the province will not understand."

Chi Jiajia: "..."

She scratched her forehead, "It seems like, when I was in college, I went home on weekends."

It's only an hour away by subway, so I never really think about home.

As soon as the words finished, Ma Xiaoli and Hu Shunqi looked over.

"Wooooow, I really want to scold you!" Ma Xiaoli cursed softly while crying and eating.

Hu Shun thought of something and asked Liao Chu, "Boss, is there any more tea?"

They must not be the only ones crying!

Liao Chu understood in seconds, nodded, "Yes."

This man is bad enough.

When the tea was served, Ma Xiaoli sniffled and said, "I don't have any tea."

Liao Chu raised his chin to Hu Shun, "He asked for it."

Ma Xiaoli said, "You are really a good person, let me treat you to mooncakes."

Hu Shun looked away guiltily, "It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning..."

Ma Xiaoli didn't suspect him, so he got close to smell it, but found that there was no usual tea smell.

"Boss, what kind of tea is this?"

Liao Chu was silent for a moment, "Nostalgia."

"Nostalgia?" Ma Xiaoli said in surprise, "I've never heard of this kind of tea."

Looking at the name, it should be able to evoke people's thoughts, right?

But... I don't have the habit of drinking tea, so how can I guarantee that it will bring back memories?

No matter how you think about it, it feels too unreal.

But since it's someone's kindness, I'll give it a try.

Ma Xiaoli wiped the oil on his mouth, poured out a cup, and took a tentative sip.

A few minutes later, the girl's wailing suddenly exploded in the Liaoji restaurant, scaring the diners who had just entered the door.

Guoguo shivered, and timidly asked Liao Chu: "Uncle, why is that sister crying?"

Liao Chu handed her a fresh meat mooncake, "She's homesick."

Drinking a pot of "nostalgia" instantly aroused Ma Xiaoli's grievance of being away from home all these years.

Sour, sweet, bitter, hot, salty, all kinds of erotic thoughts are filled in the heart, like the rolling waves of the Huangpu River, endless.

She understands that what she misses day and night is not a humble moon cake, but home.

A home with parents.

She burst into tears, and confided while crying:

"I want to go home!

My mother said before that this name is not good, if it is called Ma Xiaoju, Ma Xiaojia, it will not run so far...

I want to break up with him and feed me steamed buns and dumplings all day long, woo woo woo, I want to eat glutinous rice balls!

I don't want peanuts for glutinous rice balls, I want fresh meat and sesame seeds..."

For thousands of years, people have endowed food with multiple meanings, and brewed countless joys and sorrows from it.

Sometimes it sounds like it's just a meal that doesn't suit your appetite, but deeper, it's because people's emotions can't be vented.

Now that Ma Xiaoli had finished venting, Hu Shun's expression changed, and he couldn't help saying:

"What's wrong with peanut glutinous rice balls!"

He wants to complain about peanut glutinous rice balls!

Ma Xiaoli was choked up from crying, and looked over with tears in his eyes, "Its existence is a mistake!"

For things like peanuts, wouldn't it be good to cook honestly?

Hu Shun: "...Fresh meat mooncakes are the ones!"

Mooncakes should be sweet, right? What fresh meat, that's not a pie!

Ma Xiaoli didn't even bother to cry, "How dare you speak ill of it?!"

Hu Shun: "I've said everything, I'm afraid of you!"

"Fresh meat mooncakes are tradition and culture! How many celebrities do you know..."

"Who cares if you are famous or not, what traditions and cultures, have you asked Chang'e about this?"

"Hey, you are reasonable, okay? Chang'e doesn't exist at all, okay?"

"How do you know she doesn't exist? Chang'e is the number one goddess in Chinese classical music!"

"What is number one, the number one should be Concubine Yang Guiyou knows!"

Chi Jiajia: "..."

Hey, you are digressing.

Liao Chu: "..."

Please don't fight in my shop, that's another price, thank you.