I have a deep mountain

Chapter 17

Han Dong returned to his bedroom, he looked at his phone, it was still morning, and only 1 minute had passed in the real world.

He walked to the balcony and looked out. The real world was peaceful, as if the crisis he experienced last night was illusory for 24 hours.

After washing his face again, Han Dong went downstairs and rode his motorcycle to his grandma's house.

As long as he sees the faces of grandma and grandpa, Han Dong will feel much more at ease...

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When it was dinner time, Tang Qiang drove Xiaomei and Logan to go out for dinner.

"Brother, where are you taking me for dinner?" Logan was fully armed, wearing a peaked cap and a mask.

"It'll be here soon, don't worry, it's absolutely delicious." Brother Qiang said to Tang Wan in the back seat of the car.

"Is it really as good as you said?" Logan looked suspicious.

"Sister, it's true. We eat there almost every day for dinner these days. It's super delicious!" Xiaomei, who was sitting in the co-pilot, said with a smile.

When Tang Wan heard her brother and sister-in-law say that, she couldn't help but feel a strong interest in where she was going.

Soon, Brother Qiang and his party arrived at Night Snack Street, which is not allowed to drive.

The three got out of the car and walked towards the end of the street.

Watching the people coming and going on Ye Xiao Street, Tang Wan subconsciously lifted the mask up.

If the manager, Sister Hou, was here, she would definitely not be allowed to come to this kind of occasion. After all, she is a popular star. If she is recognized, it will easily cause confusion. It would be bad if she hurt herself.

But Tang Wan managed to get rid of Sister Hou on vacation, so she naturally wanted to experience the simple joy of being an ordinary person.

Although it is an ordinary person wearing a mask and a hat.

The night snack street is only more than 200 meters long, and it didn't take long for Brother Qiang and his party to come to Xiaodong's food stall.

Compared to the bustle of other shops, Han Dong's food stall was much quieter, with only two tables of customers.

The main reason is that this store is located at the end of the street, and the food in Han Dong's store is much more expensive than other stores, which discourages many people.

However, this is also Han Dong's pricing strategy, and his store does not intend to take the route of small profits but quick turnover.

It is to increase the average price per customer, so that I don’t have to be so busy, and I am worthy of people who really know how to taste and cherish ingredients.

After all, the ingredients that Han Dong can get are limited. Since yesterday, Han Dong has canceled the original menu. The store no longer sells ordinary food stalls, and replaced them with ingredients he got back from deep mountains and old forests.

The recipes are replaced with daily recommendations on a small blackboard.

In this way, price factors and category factors have successfully persuaded more than 80% of consumers to leave.

As a result, it was time for dinner, but Han Dong only had two tables of old customers eating porcini fried rice.

Even so, Han Dong's daily profit is much higher than most of the shops on Night Snack Street.

Han Dong is not in a hurry, he plans to open a private restaurant in the future, as long as he targets high-end customers.

Such customers generally respect the chef and the value of the ingredients themselves.

It’s better to have less business. You can cook and develop recipes with peace of mind, and you can also spare time to take care of the elderly at home.

Han Dong, who was idle and doing nothing, saw Brother Qiang coming, and quickly smiled and nodded to Brother Qiang and Xiaomei to say hello.

"Here you come? What do you want to eat today?" Han Dong personally led them to their seats.

Brother Qiang is Han Dong's loyal customer, and spends more than 200 yuan with him every time, and the two have a good relationship in private.

But Han Dong also noticed that apart from Brother Qiang and Xiaomei, they also brought a new guest today.

It's just that this guest is a little strange, wearing a hat and mask on a hot day.

"This is my cousin, bring him to try your handicraft today." Brother Qiang introduced to Han Dong.

Han Dong smiled and nodded towards Tang Wan. The moment their eyes met, there was a sense of familiarity in each other's hearts.

Han Dong always felt that he had seen this look somewhere.

Tang Wan's feeling was even stronger, not only the eyes, but also the entire facial features gave her a feeling of deja vu.

However, the two quickly looked away, and after Brother Qiang and his party took their seats, Xiaomei immediately started ordering food.

"Boss Han, first three servings of fried rice with porcini..." Then Xiaomei saw that the menu on the blackboard had been updated, so she ordered again: "Add a charcoal-grilled wild rabbit meat, and a fried pheasant with tea oil. "

"Okay." Han Dong replied.

Tang Wan has been to many high-end hotels for dinner, but when she heard the names of these unfamiliar dishes, she was a little curious and asked Xiaomei:

"Sister-in-law, are all the wild game here?"

"We haven't eaten hare or pheasant before, but the porcini fried rice here is really delicious, the mushrooms are especially fragrant, and Boss Han's cooking skills are also very good."

After Tang Wan listened, she glanced sideways at Han Dong, still feeling the strong sense of familiarity.

She looked around again, and found that this was just a very ordinary food stall. There was no decoration at all in the store, and there was not even a menu, only a few dishes written on the blackboard.

And these dishes are not cheap, especially in places like food stalls.

But when she scanned the name of the signboard, she was slightly startled.

Xiaodong food stall?
Is Xiaodong the elder brother Xiaodong in her childhood memory?

Tang Wan couldn't help laughing at herself, thinking, there are tens of thousands of little Dongs in the whole country, and the same name is just a coincidence, right?
Soon, Han Dong had already cooked fried rice with porcini mushrooms. Seeing that Huzi was greeting other guests, he personally brought the fried rice to Brother Qiang's table.

In order to avoid being recognized by passers-by when Tang Wan was eating, they deliberately chose a table in the corner of the food stall.

Han Dong placed the fried rice in front of the three of them one by one.

Brother Qiang and Xiaomei stared at the steaming fried rice, but Tang Wan's gaze was attracted by Han Dong's wrist.

Han Dong's wrists are slender and strong, which is the result of frequent training. His skin is fair, and there is a black mole with a diameter of 5 mm in the middle of his wrist. The white skin is also conspicuous.

Tang Wan lost her mind for a moment. If the name Xiaodong was a coincidence, then the mole on her wrist couldn't be a coincidence too, right?
Her thoughts were pulled back to more than ten years ago in an instant.

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A group of children were playing hide-and-seek in the yard, and a little chubby girl was watching them eagerly. Finally, she mustered up the courage and told them that she wanted to join the game.

But was ridiculed by a group of children in a circle:
"Fat girl, you are so fat, you still want to play hide-and-seek with us?"

"Fat pig! Big fat pig! Zhu Bajie!"

"Haha, Zhu Bajie! She is Zhu Bajie!"

"Go away, we won't play with Zhu Bajie!"

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The young Logan once took hormone drugs due to illness, and the side effects made her fat and her face swollen.

All the children in the community and school laughed at her and were unwilling to play with her.

That day, the courage she had worked up with great difficulty was knocked to the ground by the laughter again.

Tang Wan lowered her head, tears kept rolling in her eyes, sourness, pain, and inferiority were deeply embedded in her young heart.

She had no choice but to turn around in frustration, ready to walk home.

When passing by a dirt pit under repair, someone pushed her from behind. She lost her balance instantly and fell into the dirt pit.

Logan was almost lying on the ground, and when she finally stood up, her face, body, and hair were all covered with loess.

"Haha, dogs eat shit!"

"No, no, it's Zhu Bajie who eats shit!"

"Fat pig, I can't climb up, hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

.........

Louder and more laughter rang in my ears. Logan, who was only six years old, tried to stand up and walked to the edge of the pit, trying to climb out of it.

But she has little strength and a heavy body, no matter how hard she tries, she is still a little bit weak.

It looks like a round sweet potato jumping up, helpless, pitiful, and funny.

Logan stood at the bottom of the pit, wiping the tears on her cheeks with her hands, the yellow mud on her hands covered her face, making her look even more pitiful, sad, and ridiculous.

The laughter of the children sounded even louder and harsher to her.

No one came to help her, not a single person.

At that moment, Logan felt that the whole world had turned gray.

Tears made her vision gradually blurred, and her ears seemed to be deaf. She really hoped that she could no longer hear or see what was in front of her eyes.

Just when she was in despair, a little boy lowered his head and pursed his lips, then he raised his head and mustered up the courage to walk out from the crowd.

He walked to the edge of the pit, squatted down, stretched out his thin palm, and softly called out to Logan:
"I'll pull you up."

At that moment, Logan regained her sight and hearing, and in her gray world, a ray of sunshine fell from the dark clouds...

She slowly raised her head and looked up following the sound.

A pair of dark eyes looked at her innocently. His eyes were very bright, with long eyelashes, like a puppy, with kindness in his eyes.

Logan saw his hand again, small and white, at the moment he was waiting to pull her up with five fingers slightly outstretched.

His hands are so beautiful!
There is also a small mole on the middle of the wrist.

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　In fact, the signing information has already arrived, and I haven’t had time to send the contract. I will send it today or tomorrow. If you still need to invest, hurry up!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)