I have a deep mountain

Chapter 94 New Neighbors

After everyone finished their dinner, Tang Wan originally wanted to stay and talk to Han Dong for a while, but Brother Qiang dragged her back incomprehensibly, saying that it was not suitable for girls to be in the same hospital with boys.

Han Dong sent everyone away and returned to the courtyard. Looking at the sunflowers arranged all over the courtyard, they were brilliant under the setting sun, which made people feel very good.

Han Dong didn't rush to clean up the mess in the kitchen, but opened the gate to the yard, sat on the pier with his eyes closed and enjoyed the summer sunset, casting a long and narrow shadow behind him.

At this moment, on the street, a thin elderly man wearing some old white long sleeves and suit trousers passed by tremblingly on crutches. He looked at least 75 years old.

When he passed by Han Dong's gate, he looked at Han Dong curiously, and then looked up at the signboard with yellow characters on a green background.

He adjusted the thick-rimmed glasses on his nose, and said softly:

"Xiaodong's private kitchen."

The old man turned his eyes back to Han Dong, a handsome young man with short hair, his eyes squinted, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, enjoying the warm sunset, he looked easy to talk to.

The old man knocked the crutch in his hand on the ground:

"Boy!"

Han Dong opened his eyes in surprise, and saw that the person calling him was an old man who looked a bit shabby.

"Grandpa, are you calling me?" Han Dong said while pointing to his nose.

"Well, let me ask you something."

"You ask."

The old man in front of him looked older than his grandfather, so Han Dong naturally used the honorific title.

"Are you running a restaurant here?"

"En." Han Dong nodded.

There was a hint of joy on the old man's face, "Then can you give me some leftovers in the future?"

Han Dong froze for a moment. Although the clothes worn by the old man in front of him were a bit old, he was still clean and tidy. He didn't look like a beggar at all.

Maybe the other party is a beggar who loves cleanliness, or maybe he has no children and no one to rely on...

Han Dong didn't intend to inquire about anything deliberately. For a restaurant owner, he naturally had leftovers.

"Yes, old man, wait a minute, I'll get it." Han Dong said.

The old man bowed slightly, "Thank you."

Han Dong walked into the kitchen quickly, and took two square packing boxes, one bowl was full of rice, and the other bowl was filled with the remaining braised pork knuckle and two chicken wings in the pot, both of which were still warm.

Han Dong put it in a bag and carried it out.

"Old man, this is for you."

"Thank you, thank you young man, in fact, you don't need to waste the packing box, just pack it in the bag."

The old man thanked repeatedly, and then continued to move forward.

After walking a few steps, he turned around again, thanked you again, and said:

"Young man, I live in the small courtyard at No. 16 on the front road. Come to my house to play when you have time."

The old man speaks hoarsely and slowly.

Han Dong smiled and replied loudly: "Okay, go slowly, old man."

The figure of the old man slowly disappeared with the setting sun.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Han Dong prepared to close the door early, and there was a sign at the door saying [Business hours are 12:00-19:00].

Although it's only past five o'clock and it's far from the closing time, the doors of the reservation-only private kitchen restaurants are relatively casual. Apart from friends, Han Dong doesn't have any other customers who make reservations today, so he can close early.

The steel pipe came to the door, and an electric car parked beside the flower basket in front of the store.

Sitting in the car was a mother and son.

"Mom, this place is open! You promised to bring me food!"

"But they seem to have closed the door." Mother looked at the closed door and said.

"I think he just closed it. Now I go to ring the doorbell. The boss must still be inside."

The little boy looks like seven or eight years old, with a cute pot head, just the age of the little talker who likes to ask questions the most.

The mother in the car was slightly fat, without makeup, and was wearing a yellow delivery suit.He looked a little tired, but he still turned around and communicated patiently with his son with a smile.

"Okay, then let's try it, even if we can't eat it today, we can eat it tomorrow! Mom will definitely do what she promised you."

As soon as Han Dong closed the door, he heard the doorbell. He shrugged and had no choice but to turn around and open the door.

When he opened the door and saw the mother and child, he asked suspiciously:

"You are looking for me?"

The child's mother immediately smiled and said:
"Hello, boss. My name is Hao Fang. This is my son, Xu Xu. We are your neighbors, and we live in the yard diagonally opposite to yours. I saw your place renovated into a restaurant some time ago. My son has been clamoring to come. Eat, are you still open today?"

Han Dong smiled slightly, "Hello, my name is Han Dong. This is a private kitchen restaurant, and you can only enter the restaurant to eat after making an appointment."

Hao Fang immediately apologized with a smile and said:
"Oh, Boss Han, I'm really sorry, we didn't figure it out, we've never had this kind of private restaurant before."

When Xu Xu heard this, his eyes immediately lowered, and the child's emotions were very direct.

Han Dong couldn't bear to see the little boy so disappointed, and the other was his neighbor, wouldn't it be too impersonal if he refused directly?

I thought that there were still some leftovers anyway, so it wouldn't be a big deal to just invite them in for a meal.

Han Dong squatted down slightly, and said softly:
"Little Xu Xu, since we are neighbors now, how about uncle making an exception for you and letting you and your mother come in for dinner?"

The light in Xu Xu's eyes returned instantly, and he grinned, showing two small canine teeth, "Mmm! Thank you handsome uncle!"

Han Dong smiled, this kid has a sweet mouth.

"Boss Han, I'm really sorry for your trouble!" Hao Fang thanked with a smile.

"It's okay, you don't have to call me boss so politely, we are neighbors, you can call me Xiao Han from now on."

"Well, Xiaohan, close neighbors are not as good as distant relatives. We should take care of each other. If you don't mind, you can call me Sister Fang in the future." Hao Fang had round cheeks and looked easy to get along with.

Han Dong smiled and nodded.

When Hao Fang and Xu Xu walked into the yard, Han Dong arranged for them to sit at the table under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

"Sister Fang, is it okay for you and Xu Xu to sit outside? The air is pretty good right now." Han Dong asked.

"It's very nice here, Xiao Han, your yard has so many flowers, it's so beautifully arranged!"

"(╯▽╰) It smells so good! I can smell it sometimes at home, but it's not as fragrant. Handsome uncle, what is it so fragrant?" Xu Xu couldn't help but sigh as soon as he sat down.

Han Dong smiled and pointed to the top of his head: "Look for yourself."

Xu Xu looked up and saw that the branches were covered with yellow and white osmanthus flowers.

"Handsome uncle, what kind of flower is this?"

"This is called sweet-scented osmanthus. It is not only fragrant. It can also be used to make many delicious things, such as sweet-scented osmanthus cake, sweet-scented osmanthus honey, and sweet-scented osmanthus wine."

It's rare for Han Dong to like the little boy so much. Xu Xu's innocent big eyes and two small canine teeth are really cute.

"Then uncle, do you have food made of sweet-scented osmanthus?" Xu Xu asked seriously.

Han Dong smiled and shook his head, "Uncle hasn't had time to do it yet."

"Okay, uncle, what do you eat here?"

Han Dong pointed to the small blackboard in front again, on which was written today's recipe, "Look over there, how old is this year? Do you know all the words?"

Hao Fang and Xu Xu looked sideways at the same time. After seeing the price of 300/copy, Hao Fang's face instantly became extremely unnatural.

(End of this chapter)