On the Making of Steamed Bun [Net King]

The sky was getting dark, and the street lamps were turned on one by one. Gan Meiya picked up a French fries, dipped them in ketchup and put them in her mouth. Looking up at her nephew who was eating a hamburger, she couldn't help but sigh tone.Hearing this sigh, the hamburger stuck in his throat was neither on nor under, Gan Zhenzhi took several sips from the Coke cup before recovering.

"Hey, Sadako?" Gan Meiya called softly after finishing the preparation.

"Huh?" He pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose with his empty hand, biting more than half of the hamburger in his hand and dared not continue to eat. He was worried that his aunt's next words would make him repeat the same mistakes, so for the sake of his life, For the sake of it, it would be better for him to take it easy.

"I plan to remove Sato Hiroo from the list of candidates." Gan Meimei said the decision she made not long ago.

"Eh?" There was a look of surprise on the dry face, he stuffed the remaining hamburger into his mouth, took out the notebook and pen from the tennis bag, turned to the page that recorded Yufu Sato's information, and chewed it a few times After swallowing the hamburger, he asked, "Why? Did my aunt collect other data?"

"There's something wrong with his way of doing things, and I don't like it." Gan Meiya explained exactly what happened when she got off work, took a sip from the Coke cup, and continued, "Brother said, make an appointment one day in advance I really invite you, you are a company half a day in advance, and I only invite you when the food is served to make up the number."

Gan Zhenzhi didn't speak.

"Hmph, if he asked me out for dinner, I must go? Is he sure that I have no market? Is he so sure that I have no one to ask?" Gan Meiya picked up a piece of chicken wing, took a big bite, Pulling again, a piece of white meat was neatly torn off, with such ruthlessness, a chill shot up Sadaharu's spine.

"Maybe..." Qian Zhenzhi just started talking, and after seeing the knife that his aunt glanced over, he obediently closed his mouth.

"What's possible? It's impossible!" Gan Meiya looked away, continued to eat the chicken wings, and did not forget to take the opportunity to teach her nephew, "Let me tell you, if you want to invite the girl you like to dinner in the future, you must make it a day in advance, so that you will be fine." Make sure that others have time, so that you won't feel embarrassed after being rejected, and won't make the other party feel that you are rude. Understand?" After finishing speaking, he gave Sadaharu another blank look.

Gan, who received another eye knife, nodded. He looked at the notebook at hand, thought for a moment, and said, "Actually, this Mr. Sato is good in other aspects, whether it is physical fitness, mental state, or age. It all fits your requirements."

"But his way of doing things is not good, I don't like it, what if my child inherits this in the future?" Gan Meiya wiped the oil stains from the corner of her mouth, put the gnawed chicken wing bones on a paper towel, wrapped them up, Throw it in the tray.

"Most of the ways of doing things are acquired, and the probability of being inherited is 0.0001%."

"Not even 0.00001%."

"...Auntie, if this is considered a shortcoming, to put it bluntly, the probability that you don't like him is 200%." ​​He shook the pen in his hand dryly, wrote down this data in the notebook, and then marked it behind the name An "out".

"Hmm..." Hearing this, Gan Meiya couldn't help squinting her eyes. She stared at Gan for a while, and the corners of her mouth gradually widened. Auntie kissed me." Gan Meiya pursed her red lips and sent a sweet kiss out of thin air, then picked up a French fries dipped in ketchup and sent it to Gan's mouth, "Ah..."

"Auntie, I can eat it myself." A smear of red gradually climbed up the pinna, and he turned his face away, trying to avoid the French fries dipped in bright red ketchup.

"Eat? Or not?" Gan Meiya frowned slightly.

"..." Gan, who held on for less than two seconds before announcing his surrender with the white flag, opened his mouth obediently and bit the French fries into his mouth.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

"...too much ketchup."

"Acid-base neutralization is good for your health."

"..."

"No two, no two, look, the fucking girlfriend is feeding him French fries meow."

"Hehe...you have done a lot of good luck."

"Senior, that bite of French fries is really sweet, very sweet."

"Seniors are really MadaMadaDane."

An inconspicuous black Toyota Camry passed by the entrance of McDonald's, and its speed suddenly slowed down a lot. The middle-aged man in a suit in the driver's cab looked at the boy and the young woman sitting by the window, and his brows could not help but frown. A Sichuan word.Doesn't she like Atobe?How do you get along with the students of Qingxue?Atobe is stronger than Aigaku's hedgehog head in every respect.

At this time, the girl sitting next to the middle-aged man seemed to have noticed something, she shouted: "Little old man, stop quickly, stop quickly!"

Sakaki Taro turned his head and glanced at Haruyo Sakaki who was busy unfastening his seat belt. He did not slow down the speed of the car, but increased it a lot.

"Ah, little old man, I'm getting out of the car."

"What are you doing getting out of the car?"

"People have three urgency."

"Hold on."

"..." Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from McDonald's, Haruyo Sakaki said bitterly, "I can't hold it in anymore!"

"That has to be held back." Sakaki Taro said without the slightest emotion.

"Stinky old man." Haruyo Sakaki stretched out his hand and pinched Sakaki Taro's arm, "I don't believe you didn't see Sister Meiya, I haven't seen Sister Meiya for two days, I'm leaving Japan is over, you don't want me to meet Meiya-san to say goodbye."

"Maybe they don't want to see you." Sakakitaro poured cold water on his niece mercilessly.

"How do you know?" Haruyo Sakaki snorted coldly, and after a while, she seemed to understand something, she frowned, and said with a smile, "Little old man, you won't see a younger sister than you sitting opposite Miss Meiya." There is a lot of fresh meat, so you must be jealous. Tsk tsk...the sour smell has already spread to the entire carriage." After speaking, Haruyo Sakaki stretched out his hand and fanned the wind exaggeratedly in front of his nose.

Sakaki Taro glanced at Sakaki Haruyo, but said nothing.

"Little old man, to be honest, you have quite a few competitors." Haruyo Sakaki continued to provide information for his uncle.

Sakakitaro remained silent.

"A teacher in your school named Sato seems to like Miss Meiya too."

"Sato?"

Seeing that his own words had successfully caught Sakakitaro's attention, Sakaki Haruyo smiled triumphantly, and decided to add more fuel to the fire: "It was the day I first arrived in Japan, and I took his car with Mia-san to Hyotei. that teacher."

"Yuro Sato?"

"It seems to be called this name. Little old man, let me tell you, the way Mr. Sato looks at Sister Meiya is very different from the way we look at Sister Meiya, so he probably likes it."

Hearing this, Sakaki Taro frowned slightly, and slammed on the brakes. Sakaki Haruyo's body leaned forward under the action of inertia, which made her hug the seat belt tightly, with a trembling voice: " Little... little old man, you don't want to fight with others, do you? Let... let's use a more civilized method and reject violence."

Sakaki Taro glanced at Haruyo Sakaki, released the brake, stepped on the accelerator, and the car moved forward again.

Hiroo Sato?He seemed to have seen this name somewhere.

When most of the food on the plate was wiped out, Gan Meiya remembered the main purpose of the meal. She took an ice cube from the Coke glass and held it in her mouth, and looked up at the sitting opposite who was struggling to swallow French fries Gan Sadaharu, resting his chin on one hand, asked, "Didn't you say that you have a 51% chance of winning today's game?"

"This year's freshmen always surprise me. Insufficient data lead to misjudgment." Gan reached out to pick up the Coke cup placed in front of Gan Meiya, drank a few sips, and burped.

"So you lost the qualification for the main election?" Gan Meiya looked at her nephew with disgust.

"That's how it normally works."

"Then what are you going to do in the future?"

"The loss of the qualification for the main election this time does not mean that I will lose the qualification for the main election forever. I will continue to collect their data and continue to work hard." Gan sat up straight, took a long breath, and said.

"Sadako, I have a way for you to strengthen your data collection." Gan Meiya squinted and smiled.

"Oh?" Gan Zhenzhi grinned when he heard the words, showing eight white teeth, "Let's listen to what my aunt said."

"Don't laugh so obscenely, you won't be able to find a girlfriend." Gan Miya raised her hand and slapped Guazi on Gan's head.

Dry smile restrained a lot.

Gan Meiya nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Your tennis club is short of an assistant coach. You can just be an assistant coach for Coach Ryuzaki and help her train for the main selection. Wouldn't you be able to collect further data?"

"Sounds reasonable."

"Auntie, didn't I give you a cookbook some time ago, which recorded the ingredients, proportions, and methods of making various drinks? Why don't you help Auntie collect their effects on the human body?"

"Is it a punishment for making mistakes during the training process?"

"I've already thought of a name for you."

"what name?"

"Dry juice!"

In this way, all the members of the Qingxue Tennis Club cried when they heard it, and those who drank it were sad. The dry juice that was once regarded as a "nightmare" and lingered in their hearts for a long time could not be dispelled. Time was born in this world.

Sakakitaro returned to the study, turned on the computer, typed "Yuro Sato" on the search page, and a dialog box popped up. He quickly browsed the content. The ground sounded, and Sakaki Taro quickly closed the dialog box, turned his head to look at Sakaki Haruyo who was standing at the door with a meaningful smile, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Little old man, what were you looking at just now? The page is dark." Haruyo Sakaki walked in and asked back with a smile.

"It's nothing." Sakaki Taro stood up, took off his suit jacket, put it aside, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, "What do you want for dinner?"

"T-bone beef steak." Seeing that Sakakitaro was unwilling to answer, although there were tens of thousands of ants named "Gossip" tickling in his heart, Haruyo Sakaki followed the rules of the family and followed Sakakitaro's words to change the topic .

Sakaki Taro glanced at Sakaki Haruyo, was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Then go help me sober up."

"Yes, yes. The T-bone steak should be paired with Italian Chianti wine." Haruyo Sakaki obediently followed Sakaki Taro and walked out of the study room. The moment she left, she glanced at the screen with nostalgia and it was still on. computer, pursed his lips, with a look of disappointment on his face.