Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil

Chapter 82 Banquet Starts Part [-]

Hu Da is a shrewd man, so he naturally knows what Mr. Qin's plan is for hosting this banquet.

He deliberately served the meal a little later in order to get first-hand information.

Now seeing the reaction of the master and Section Chief Gao - the situation on the court has become clear.

Master Qin turned his attention to himself, and Hu Da knew that it was time to serve the food.

He walked to the round table, put the big wooden basket in his hand against the blank glazed ocean bowl, and poured it down - "Crash!"

Orange prawns, white green onions, ginger and garlic mixed with brown juice, rolling down like a waterfall.

The scalding hot mist is steaming up, and the fragrant breath spreads straight into people's noses.

There was probably some vinegar added to the juice, which aroused everyone's appetite.

After serving the last dish, Hu Da walked out with a smile on his face, carrying the wooden basket, but what he was thinking about was how to please Lao Bao and Bao Guowei in the future.

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"Guowei, eat more fish and shrimps. Bao Zheng has been in our family for so many years, and you are Bao Zheng's child. Now you are considered one of your own family, so you don't have to be so reserved."

The Bao family has been a slave for three generations. It is not too far-fetched to say that they are "one of their own". However, only Mr. Qin himself knows whether there is some truth or falsehood.

"Today, I specially asked Hu Da to make you a fried rice with ham and sausage. It is simmering in the pot! I just want to give you a breath of steam!"

What Mr. Qin said was nothing more than an attempt to get closer to Bao Guowei. He clapped his hands, and a servant wearing a turban brought a big bowl of fried rice.

Although Mr. Qin has a kind smile on his face, there is no sinister, cunning or vicious look on his face.

But when Bao Guowei thought of Aunt Sun who was still squatting in the prison at this moment - he didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

So I reminded myself to pay attention to Mr. Qin: he is like a poisonous snake, thinking about scheming others all the time, and I almost fell into his trap.

Lao Bao had also sat down at this moment, his movements were a little reserved, and he sat next to Bao Guowei. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak when he saw the smile that Mr. Qin showed to Bao Guowei.

I was so shocked that I couldn't speak, I really couldn't speak - Master Qin's look made Lao Bao look a little familiar.

When Lao Bao was a child, he was the king of children. The barber Lao Zhang, the children of the Qin family's servants, and now Mr. Qin, often got together to play.

At that time, the most admired person was Lao Bao. Lao Bao was handsome, could run fast, could fight and jump, and had a good personality. Many children fawned over him.

Even Mr. Qin once showed the same look as others - to please.

But one day, when everyone was competing for who was the most handsome child in the world, Lao Bao, who had a stronger personality, had a dispute with Mr. Qin.

The incident ended with Lao Bao being whipped by his master - the leather whip hit the person's spine. Lao Bao was beaten until he shed tears and was beaten until he was numb and could not feel the pain.

"You are still not number one! Are you number one? You, a servant, are still competing with your master for first place!"

The attacker waved his whip and shouted.

Later, Lao Bao no longer dared to claim that he was number one, and Master Qin's eyes changed when he looked at him. From then on, there was a thick barrier between the two.

The old man's waist has also become hunched since then, and he has been rickety to this day.

Now looking at Mr. Qin looking at his son with the same look he looked at himself when he was a child, Lao Bao actually felt that the spine that had been pulled out seemed to be stuffed back bit by bit.Lao Bao tried to straighten his waist, which had been bent for a long time.

This time, I can really get straight!

A sour feeling came to his heart, and Lao Bao gently wiped his eyes with his sleeve, but it was better not to wipe them. As soon as he wiped his tears, he couldn't stop them and started to flow out.

In order to prevent his crying behavior from being seen by others, the sleeve was placed on Lao Bao's face, as if it was stuck and could not be removed.

The banquet table was not big, only two meters in diameter, so Bao Guowei could eat every dish.

He stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a prawn, carefully placed it in front of his eyes and looked at it:

The water quality at this time is excellent and can be truly crystal clear, so the fish and shrimp are naturally very clean. Even the shrimp threads in this plate were carefully picked out.

"Dad, eat some."

Lao Bao didn't respond. He just covered his face with the sleeve of his right gown. He looked like he was daydreaming.

"father!"

Bao Guowei shouted again.

When Lao Bao put down his sleeves, a large piece of them had been soaked. He forced a smile - he could only breathe through his mouth, otherwise clear water and snot would come out.

"it is good."

……

Section Chief Gao, who was sitting next to Bao Guowei, suddenly smiled. He just thought about it and felt that he had a rough idea of ​​what Bao Guowei liked.

"I have long heard from Mr. Qin that Bao Guowei is a talented person and looks like a talented person. Now that I see it, he really looks like a talented person."

Could it be that Section Chief Gao is the legendary great writer of the Republic of China?This literary talent is too good. When you praise someone, can you even change the words to make it sound better?
Hearing these words, Bao Guowei felt inexplicably ashamed and didn't know what to say: It was okay to be praised once or twice, but if he was praised a few more times, he would feel guilty.

Seeing that Bao Guowei didn't reply, Section Chief Gao was a little embarrassed. Could it be that he had guessed wrong?

"Young students, how about Daxia University in Shanghai?"

Seeing that Bao Guowei didn't want to talk much, Mr. Qin changed the topic smoothly and paid attention to his precious son: he was reading a novel and seemed to have no interest in the dishes at the banquet.

Young Master Qin's name is Qin Chusheng. This name sounds a little strange, but it is not meaningless: he is the first one to be born, so he is naturally the first born.

The eldest young master's head must have been smeared with hair oil, and his hair fell back - Bao Guowei had used Qin Chusheng's hair oil, and he also used Si Dankang!
However, Qin Chusheng used the soft brand Si Dankang, while Lao Bao bought Bao Guowei the latest hard brand Si Dankang, which was not only half a dollar more expensive than him, but also had several more fragrances. type.

Qin Chusheng was still reading the novel, probably because he was used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas. He didn't seem to be very interested in the dishes at the banquet. When he heard his father's question, he answered boringly:
"I think it's pretty good. It's the largest city at all. There are too many homes with electricity, and there are foreigners everywhere."

"There are trams and cars everywhere. You can show slides during school lectures, and sometimes you can watch movies."

In fact, videos have been used in teaching for a long time. When Lu Xun was studying abroad at Toyo Sendai Medical College, he decided to abandon medicine and pursue literature because he saw a slideshow before class.

It was not yet 1906, and it is now the end of 1927. Shanghai was the undisputed largest city in the country during the Republic of China, and it was leading all cities by leaps and bounds. Therefore, it is not appropriate to use slides to assist teaching in university lectures. Not surprisingly.

At this time, Bao Guowei felt his leg being lightly kicked and looked up - Qin Qin.

(End of this chapter)