Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

The morning sun slanted in, pulling out a long line and cutting the living room into two halves, light and dark.

There are several pots of succulents placed on the window sill, and the slightly upturned bud tips are fluffy in the sun.

There was a "click" on the door, and a well-dressed teenager walked out of the bedroom on the east side.

This sound sounded like a signal, and the bedroom door at the other end of the living room also opened, and a middle-aged couple came out.

"Well, Yangyang, you got up so early? Don't you want to sleep a little longer?" The woman squeezed her hands and said a little awkwardly.

Lin Yangyang smiled at her, "Well, I went out for a run and made an appointment with my classmates for self-study in the library."

The man who had been silent for a while immediately said, "Huh? Is that so, then uncle will buy you breakfast, you can't go out on an empty stomach."

"No need!" As soon as Lin Yangyang opened his mouth, he froze.

Both the man and the woman looked helpless at the same time, like children who have done something wrong, looking over anxiously.

Lin Yangyang sighed, a little helpless.

He put on his shoes and said seriously: "Mom, Uncle Liu, you really don't need to do this, I want to go out to eat by myself."

Mom opened her mouth, trying to say something but couldn't.

Uncle Liu rubbed his hands, and almost smiled flatteringly, "It's fine, there are many tricks outside, but you have to pay attention to hygiene, find a good one, have you brought the money? Is it enough? Come, take these again."

He took out a few hundred-yuan bills from his wallet, and handed them over without looking at them.

Halfway through the handover, he came back to his senses and carefully put the money on the shoe cabinet.

He was worried that the child would not want it.

Worrying about the possible push and pull between the two will spark a possible potential conflict and embarrass everyone.

Lin Yangyang didn't want it at first, but before he could say anything, he saw the two people over there looking expectantly.

His heart tightened, he swallowed back what he wanted to say, and obediently picked up the stack of money, "Thank you uncle."

Mom and Uncle Liu both breathed a sigh of relief, with a little relief and joy on their faces.

Lin Yangyang shook his head in his heart, took out the key and opened the door.

His hands were all on the handle, but he turned around again, and seriously said to the two who watched him go out: "Mom, I'm actually very happy that you remarried."

After speaking, he went out the door without looking back.

A light knock of the door latch woke up the two people who were in a daze.

Uncle Liu stared straight at the direction Lin Yangyang was leaving, but patted Mother Lin with both hands in a daze and panic, "The child wants my money, he wants my money..."

He also said that he was very happy to see his mother remarried!

Mother Lin was moved by him, and suddenly she covered her face and began to cry.

With the arrival of the first month, the whole city began to wake up.

Shops on the street reopened one after another, and there were more and more pedestrians on the street, including those walking birds and dogs.

Lin Yangyang walked along for a while, and unconsciously recalled the scene at home just now in his mind, feeling a little complicated.

Just a year ago, his mother remarried.

He was very happy, but those two people were always worried that he would not be able to accept it, and they were cautious about what they said and did, like walking on thin ice.

He is indeed happy.

His biological father is not a thing, a domestic violence, a coward.

He is obsequious to the outside world, but punches hard at the inside, goes out all day to hang out with dubious people, and comes back to beat and scold after drinking or losing money from gambling...

"If it weren't for you two dragging oil bottles, I would have risen to the top!"

This is his usual line every time he is drunk and hits someone with scarlet eyes.

It seems that the muddle-headed life before encountering these "two oil bottles" did not exist at all.

"Mom, get a divorce!"

Lin Yangyang clearly remembered that when he said this, he was only eight years old.

Later, my mother really got divorced and fled the original city as if fleeing for her life.

On the day the divorce certificate was received, both mother and son breathed a sigh of relief.

They no longer have to worry about people who reek of alcohol hitting people with their fists.

Mother Lin is very capable. She took her children to work hard in a strange city. A few years later, she gritted her teeth and bought a small two-bedroom apartment.

From that day on, the mother and son officially settled down.

Later, Lin Yangyang was admitted to Qingjiang City's most famous public high school, Qingjiang No. [-] High School. After the year-end award was distributed that winter, Lin's mother took him to travel in Yunnan, which was always on his mind.

There, they met Uncle Liu who was the owner of the homestay at the time.

Uncle Liu is also a divorced man doing business in other places. After getting to know their situation gradually, he has been taking care of them and taking them around for sightseeing, saving them a lot of trouble...

Later, Uncle Liu temporarily handed over the management of the inn to others, and spent hundreds of thousands of dollars in exchange for the current big house.

The location here is good, the environment is good, and it is also close to the first high school where Lin Yangyang goes to school.

"My child is going to be in the third grade in the new year, so we can't waste so much time on the road..."

When Lin Yangyang overheard him talking to his mother, his eyes swelled slightly.

His biological father once stole his tuition money to gamble.

But now, a strange man who has no blood relationship at all is worried that he will be tired if he spends too much time in school.

After that time, Lin Yangyang suddenly understood.

In fact, the biological ones are not necessarily close, and the reorganized ones are not necessarily bad.

"Huh?" A long-lost aroma interrupted his memory.

Lin Yangyang subconsciously looked to the side.

Liao Kee Restaurant.

He's heard the name, and it's been hot since last year.

I heard that the food inside is delicious, but he has never eaten it.

Firstly, the previous house was just in the opposite direction, and secondly, it was a bit expensive.

His legs seemed to suddenly have self-awareness, and he took two steps in that direction automatically.

Ah, he remembered, it was the smell of broken crispy buns.

At that time, the first meal Uncle Liu entertained them was broken crispy buns.

Does anyone in Qingjiang City sell this?

It smells very authentic.

The clerk was very enthusiastic, and Lin Yangyang was welcomed in at a loss.

It smells good.

After entering the store, the fragrance became more and more intense, warm and wet, and it drilled into the nostrils in circles.

"Is it a crispy bun?" he asked the clerk.

"Yes, you have a really sharp nose," the clerk said with a smile, "normal people can't smell it. This is our special breakfast. There are two flavors, salty and sweet. How many do you want?"

Lin Yangyang asked subconsciously: "What is extra early?"

He knows the salty and sweet taste.

The salty taste is fresh meat with mushrooms and bamboo shoots, and the sweet taste is usually white sugar ham.

I just don't know how the real taste of this store is.

Lin Yangyang thought silently.

The clerk said with a smile: "It means special breakfast. In addition to the fixed recipes in our store, the boss will put a few special delicacies every day. You can only know what it is when you eat it that day..."

This boss knows how to whet people's appetite...

Lin Yangyang thought, isn't this the same as unpacking a blind box?

He instinctively touched his pocket.

In the wallet inside was the few hundred dollars that Uncle Liu had just given.

In the past few days, he has vaguely discovered a truth that would have seemed unbelievable to him in the past:

There will really be elders who feel sad because children are too sensible.

In the past few days, he was always embarrassed to ask for the money and gifts from Uncle Liu, but every time the other party was very disappointed.

Today, he had the courage to ask for it, and the other party really became overjoyed.

It seemed, as if he had done something amazing.

Lin Yangyang was a little confused.

Didn't dad always call himself a prodigal before?

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat! Want money again? Is it easy for me to earn some money? I'm letting you, a bastard, rush around... No!"

So, he slowly learned to be patient.

But now, someone suddenly told him that he didn't need to be patient.

Minors have the right to be willful!

You are still a child, so you have to be supported by your parents!

Lin Yangyang shook his head, throwing out those messy thoughts.

"Can I pack?"

Now Liao Chu doesn't have to come to the regular breakfast in Liao Ji restaurant every morning.

Even for lunch and dinner, some relatively simple and easy-to-make dishes can be entrusted to the help chefs.

After steaming the buns, Liao Chu's work was basically over.

He came out to chat with Yu Yu and Guoguo, and occasionally observed the guests.

If there is any rare emotion, just go and collect the emotion fruit.

Today's crispy buns are selling very well.

It's just that many people don't know each other well, and they are still muttering why this bun is so ugly...

So once someone recognizes it, everyone is quite happy.

It's just like the NPC in the game.

"Boss," a waiter came over excitedly, "there is a boy who looks like a high school student over there. He has a good nose. When he walked in, he smelled broken crispy buns."

Yu Yu is doing statistics with Guoguo.

Whoever can name Posubao will draw a small flower.

So far, the little garden on the drawing paper has not been filled.

After hearing this, one big and one small looked at each other, clapped their palms lightly, and added another flower happily.

Liao Chu raised his eyebrows, "Why does this flower only have four petals?"

Guoguo tilted her head and said seriously, "Why do you have to have five petals?"

Liao Chu was dumbfounded.

Yes, why must five petals?

There are also four-petal flowers in nature.

The little girl swayed her legs, and continued: "Some flowers are more industrious, so they grow a few more petals, but some flowers want to sleep late! So they only open four petals."

Liao Chu and Yu Yu were still lamenting that the child observed so meticulously one second ago, but the next second they were ruined by the little girl's fallacious reasoning.

The two pinched their brows neatly.

Sure enough, the thinking angle of children is completely different from that of adults!

Liao Chu looked in the direction the waiter said, and accidentally found something very unusual.

He stood up and patted Yu Yu on the shoulder:

It is up to you to teach the children.

Yu Yu: "...Wait a minute, what do you think you are making for snacks today?"

Liao Chu smiled meaningfully, "Love."

Yu Yu was stunned for a moment, and when he realized what he said, his eyes widened.

He instinctively glanced at Guoguo:

The child is still there!

Under the eyes of everyone, what is this doing!

Liao Chu smiled, "I mean, the name of dim sum is love."

In the past few days, he has been thinking about a new pastry.

It is obtained by improving cheesecake.

A special emotional fruit obtained from a certain teacher is added in it, and it will give you a feeling of being loved when you eat it.

Family, friendship, love, its essence is love.

It was a coincidence that Lin Yangyang came here. After he finished packing, there was only one broken crispy bun left.

Liao Chu sent it in person.

"The last one is a gift."

The boy recognized him, and got up to thank him a little helplessly.

"thank you boss."

He had watched the documentary before, and it seemed that the boss was pretty awesome.

I didn't expect it to be quite amicable.

After handing over the kraft paper bag, Liao Chu successfully took three emotion fruits from him.

three.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Generally speaking, the calmer a person's mood, the lower the concentration of emotions.

In the state of the child in front of him, under normal circumstances, there is only one coin.

No more than two.

Obviously, this is an extremely depressed and precocious child.

It looks calm, but in fact it is rich in heart, like the turbulent undercurrent under the calm sea.

The taste of this fruit is also very unique:

Sour, astringent, bitter, but if you feel it carefully, you can feel the sweetness mixed in the middle.

Have you already tasted all the flavors of life at such a young age?

Inexplicably, Liao Chu felt that this child was a bit like himself when he was a teenager.

"Come back tomorrow." He said suddenly.

Lin Yangyang froze for a moment, "Huh?"

This one is indeed a bit expensive. He doesn't make money now, so he doesn't have the heart to spend money from his mother and Uncle Liu.

Feeling the astringency that quickly permeated his body, Liao Chu smiled, and the moment he patted his shoulder, the strong astringency was dispelled.

"As the [-]th diner, you have won the lottery, and you don't need money."

Lin Yangyang suddenly felt that he seemed to be a little more relaxed.

A certain sense of depression that had been restrained has also faded a lot.

"really?"

The boy's eyes sparkled.

In this case, does he count, does he earn a breakfast for his family?

Liao Chu nodded.

fake.

When walking home, Lin Yangyang's footsteps unconsciously became brisk.

I won the lottery!

Mother Lin and Uncle Liu were cleaning at home, and they were stunned when they saw him come back.

Why are you back so soon?

Didn't go to self-study?

No, did you not have breakfast?

Uncle Liu hurriedly said, "What's the matter? Is it because you don't have enough money?"

He seemed to have forgotten that he had just given a few hundred yuan.

Not to mention a breakfast, even dinner is enough.

Lin Yangyang shook his head, and held up the kraft paper bag in his hand awkwardly, "No, I saw that Liao Kee restaurant was selling broken crispy buns and mushroom porridge, so I packed them up...to eat together."

Although he has no objection to Uncle Liu, this is indeed the first time he has taken the initiative to invite him to have a meal together.

It seems that some invisible sense of restraint has been broken.

Uncle Liu opened and closed his mouth a few times, the eldest was a man, his eyes were slightly red.

"Ah, broken crispy buns, okay, are they also sold here?"

If you want to ask the three people in this room, who loves broken crispy buns the most, of course it must be him.

The kid packed it up on purpose, that is to say...

He really misses himself!

Lin Yangyang didn't expect such a big reaction from him, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Mother Lin looked at this and then at that, she was so happy that she was about to cry.

She took one with each hand and sat down at the table, "What are you doing standing there, the buns are getting cold."

"Ah, that's right, that's right," Uncle Liu nodded hastily, "Come on, let's all sit down and eat."

The distance is not far, and there is a layer of thermal insulation cotton on the outside of the kraft paper bag. When it is opened now, there will be slightly hot air gurgling inside.

Broken crisp buns are actually kind of ugly.

Its raw materials are different from ordinary buns:

Low-gluten flour is destined to have no bones.

After the dough is fermented, it must be flattened first, and a layer of lard should be evenly spread, and then rolled up and divided into equal-sized noodles.

After re-rolling, it becomes a dough like a thousand-layer pancake.

Steamed crispy buns do not have the smooth and flat appearance of ordinary steamed stuffed buns. They are crooked and bumpy, which are very common.

Uncle Liu took a ham.

Also a little hot.

He blew it twice, and carefully tore it open, revealing layers of thin oil films inside.

The whole bun seemed to be broken, not quite in shape.

The fully steamed diced ham emits a faint aroma, the fat part is transparent, and the excess fat has been absorbed by the dough.

And the added white sugar has also melted, wrapping on the ham, making it shiny and shiny.

He bites his mouth carefully.

Sweet, but immediately salty.

Sweet but not salty, there is sweetness in the salty, it is indeed an authentic crispy bun.

I'm full and I don't want to go home.

After eating the second salty pork bamboo shoot and mushroom bun, the only regret left in his heart seemed to disappear.

The hometown has always been there.

Although at this time he is far away.

Moreover, he secretly glanced at the mother and child at the same table, and his heart was strangely settled.

Here, again, will be his second hometown.