While Liu Wanhua and Shen Qingluo were eating, Su Jinrong asked his daughter to push him over and watched the two eat.

After being looked at for a while, Liu Wanhua picked up a piece and said, "Jinrong, you always look boring here, right? Come on, I will feed you a piece and try the dish that I was beaten back then?"

Su Jinrong smiled and waved his hand: "I won't eat it, I'm very happy to see you eat it."

Chen Qingluo asked curiously: "Grandma Wanhua, why did you say that Grandpa Su was beaten because of this dish?"

Liu Wanhua looked at Su Jinrong, then smiled and told Chen Qingluo about what happened back then.

"I didn't understand at that time, so I asked Jinrong for help. Where is Jinrong? He was also brave, so he quietly fryed a piece of bacon and brought it to him. As a result, we left after eating. At night, Mr. Su discovered it."

Su Jinrong also recalled that passage, and his face was filled with smiles at this moment, obviously he had already regarded it as a joke.

Chen Qingluo still didn't understand: "Then why, Grandpa Su was beaten?"

Liu Wanhua continued: "You don't know that your Grandpa Su's father is a very rigorous person. In his opinion, your Grandpa Su was just running errands in the kitchen at that time and was not qualified to touch the pot."

After pausing, Liu Wanhua said again: "Besides, your Grandpa Su was still in elementary school at that time, and it was quite difficult for me to think about it later."

As he said that, Liu Wanhua laughed. Although the old lady is old this year, her youthful style can still be seen between her eyebrows.

Finally, Liu Wanhua said seriously: "The most important thing is that in the eyes of your Grandpa Su's father, the random change of dishes is absolutely not allowed. I think only the children at that time had the courage to do it."

Liu Wanhua's words were correct. At that time, Su Jinrong was still in elementary school, but was allowed to go into the kitchen to help.

To put it bluntly, it is a little chef, but to put it bluntly, it is a trip to the kitchen.

Usually Su Jinrong doesn’t have the opportunity to learn anything. First, he is still young, and second, he is not qualified to learn.

Most of the time, Su Jinrong could only serve dishes or hand over something to his senior brothers.

But Su Jinrong, who was at that age, was also the most courageous time in a person's life. That's why he dared to quietly fry a piece of crumb under the guidance of Liu Wanhua.

When talking about various interesting stories when he was young, Chen Qingluo found it very interesting.

Now looking at Liu Wanhua and Su Jinrong are two old men, and Su Jinrong is almost sixty years old.

Not to mention Liu Wanhua, in fact, Liu Wanhua is now almost eighty.

But the two old men sat together and chatted about interesting things when they were young and childhood, but still had smiles on their faces, as if they had endless things to say and many things to remember.

The last dish that was served for Liu Wanhua and Shen Qingluo was the "double-juice play with white lion" created by Feng Yifan for his wife.

I saw a white and tender lion head in the small cup. It was divided by a white and tender lion head, and there were two colors of soup on both sides, which really made people look very beautiful.

Liu Wanhua smiled and said, "Try it, this is a new dish that you can't eat anywhere else for the time being."

Chen Qingluo was full of surprise when he heard this. He picked up the small spoon and scooped it up according to Grandma Wanhua's words to try it.

It looks like a lion's head, but when you scooped it up, it seems that it is also a lion's head.

Finally put it in the mouth and ate it, Chen Qingluo finally discovered that this was not a lion's head.

No, it cannot be said that it is not a lion's head, it is a lion's head that is not made of meat. This lion's head is tofu, and there is also a very fresh flavor mixed in it.

Seeing Chen Qingluo's expression changing again and again as he ate, Liu Wanhua smiled and said, "How is it? Does this taste good?"

Chen Qingluo swallowed the lion's head in his mouth and said in surprise: "It's delicious. Grandma Wanhua is really delicious. It tastes like a lion's head, but it also has a fish flavor. The tofu has no tofu flavor at all."

Liu Wanhua smiled and said, "Yes, you have a good taste. This dish was created by the chef for his wife."

Chen Qingluo was a little envious: "I really envy Sister Ruoxi, my brother-in-law can make such a great dish."

Liu Wanhua also said: "No, Ruoxi has been overwhelmed. With such a good husband, there will definitely be only happiness in the future."

When Chen Qingluo heard this, he looked at the restaurant, whether the guests were amazed. Then he kept taking pictures with his cell phone, and almost every dish was posted on his Moments.

Then Su Ruoxi walked through the tables, ordering food for the guests, and following this "little tail".

These situations were filled with joy in Shen Qingluo's eyes.

Perhaps only one family runs such a small restaurant, and it is really a little busy and hard work.

But what if you are busy with a family like this?

They are very happy.

On such an evening, Su Ji's business was naturally booming. The replacement of the small table in the square also attracted more guests for Su Ji. Even outside the door, there was a long queue.

Yang Xiaoxi, who did not come to Suji today, was eating cookies made by father Feng at home at night, looking at his father who was lying on the dining table to rush for manuscripts with disgust.

Yang Zhiyi was also very depressed at this time. It was not that he didn't want to go to Su Ji.

I went to Su Ji, and I had lunch and evening meals. I could also give my daughter a snack in the afternoon. My daughter could have fun with Feng Ruoruo. Isn’t this delicious?

This is indeed very fragrant, but Yang Zhiyi cannot go today.

The reason why I couldn't go was that I went out for a day on Saturday yesterday. After returning from Su Ji, Yang Zhiyi went to bed early because he was too tired, but he forgot about his writing.

Early this morning, Yang Zhiyi received a call from the editor, asking him to hand over the manuscript today.

"Yang Zhiyi, if you don't hand in hand today, I really can't guarantee whether you can recommend it in the future. And I may be in charge of you with you at that time. I'm begging you, brother, okay."

After the editor's crying plea, Yang Zhiyi immediately patted his chest and agreed, and promised that it would be completed before 9 pm.

The editor was naturally very happy. After hanging up the phone, he began to look forward to Yang Zhiyi submitting the manuscript.

But after Yang Zhiyi turned on the computer, he discovered a very important problem, that is, he found that he had not written what he should have written yesterday, but as a result, he accumulated a lot of it in two days.

But he had agreed to the editor and Yang Zhiyi was determined not to let the other party go, because that would really make both of them miserable.

So in the end, Yang Zhiyi had to give up going out and stay at home all day to work hard to get the manuscript.

The result became this moment. My daughter was lying on the sofa and gnawing on the cookies, staring at her eyes, which made Yang Zhiyi feel like she was thorning on her back.

But now Yang Zhiyi cannot be distracted because he has written the key points.

This is a very exciting part. As long as you finish writing this wonderful plot, Yang Zhiyi feels that today's task will be completed.

It’s a pity that there is a plot in my mind, but when I type on the computer, I feel that the words are boring.

Yang Zhiyi was really uncomfortable, but he still had to force himself to work hard to write.

I forced myself to write it over and over again.

Yang Zhiyi was still dissatisfied, and in the end he could only lean back, his face was really full of pain and decadence.

When Yang Xiaoxi saw his father's appearance, he pouted and said, "Dad, why haven't you finished writing yet? You said, take me to see Ruruo after you finish writing. If you don't finish writing, Ruruo's house will be closed."

Yang Zhiyi was really crazy after his daughter's urging.

But at that time, Yang Zhiyi, his daughter, could not get angry with her.

Moreover, I was really responsible for this situation today. If I had known that no matter how tired I was last night, I would have to write two chapters?

There was a cry in my heart, but I still couldn't solve the current problem.

Seeing that his father didn't get up, Yang Xiaoxi just leaned on the chair like that, and he looked very bad.

Although the little cotton jacket always has to tie my father up, I am still very nervous now when I see my father like this. I quickly got off the sofa and ran to my father's side.

"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

After asking for a long time, Yang Xiaoxi ran back again, picked up a cookie and stuffed it to her father and said, "Dad, eat a cookie, Xixi will share your own cookies with you. You will have the strength to eat after you eat the cookies."

At this moment, Yang Xiaoxi seemed to have transformed into a little magic doctor. The cookies in his hand were the best medicine to cure his father.

Yang Zhiyi came to his senses and opened his mouth and ate the little biscuit that his daughter had stuffed him.

"Well, it's so delicious. Dad has recovered a little. Can Xixi give Dad another piece? Dad wants to eat marshmallows and that coconut ball."

When Yang Xiaoxi heard his father talking, he quickly turned around and ran back to the coffee table in front of the sofa, and brought all the marshmallows and other snacks.

"Dad, what do you want to eat? Xixi has brought it over. You can eat it quickly, and you will get better after eating."

Next, Yang Zhiyi was really not polite and sat there and ate his daughter's snacks.

Just as the father was eating his daughter's snacks at home, the door was opened from outside, and Li Feier entered the door tiredly from outside.

When Yang Xiaoxi saw his mother coming back, he hurried to her mother and reported her father's situation to her.

On this side, Yang Zhiyi quickly put down all kinds of snacks on his hand. He quickly lay down in front of the desk and computer, and began to work very hard on the keyboard.

"Mom, you're back. Dad is not healed, he seems to be sick."

When Li Fei'er entered the door, she felt very strange when she saw that both father and daughter were at home. Because she had agreed today that Li Fei'er would go to Taiwan, and then Yang Zhiyi took her daughter to Su Ji for dinner and brought her back to Li Fei'er tonight.

But at this point, the father and daughter were both at home. Li Feier couldn't help but wonder, was she going to Su Ji for dinner so quickly?

Now that he heard his daughter's words again, Li Fei'er instantly understood that the father and daughter probably didn't go out at all.

After looking at the various messy things on the sofa, Li Feier asked her daughter seriously: "Xixi, haven't you and your father gone out today? You've been at home all day?"

Yang Xiaoxi nodded: "Yes, my father said he wanted to write a book, and then agreed to Xixi. After finishing writing, he went to see Ruruo. As a result, my father fell ill and did not finish writing."

After hearing what his daughter said, Li Feier looked at her husband. Her husband, who was originally playing the keyboard randomly, fell down instantly.

Yang Zhiyi pretended to be dying and slowly raised his head to look at his wife.

"Wife, you, are you back? Sorry, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. It should be because I have written a manuscript for too long today, so I am so tired. Sorry, I didn't take Xixi to Suji for dinner."

When Li Feier saw her husband's appearance, she was instantly angry and laughed out loud.

However, she did not go directly to teach her husband a lesson, but bent down and held her daughter's face and asked, "What did Xixi eat today?"
To be continued...