Become a child so heartbroken

Chapter 27

Teacher Song came to the house with the attitude of admiring the male god; at first she saw that Zhuang Weifan treated her well, and thought that he also had a good impression of her;

She thought that she had the upper hand, so she "made an inch" and wanted to use cooking to win Zhuang Weifan's favor; how did she know that in the end, she lifted a rock and shot her own foot; Zhuang Weifan also waved to her with a warm and elegant voice: "Teacher Song, have a good journey."

As soon as he finished speaking, Teacher Song turned his foot, limped out of Zhuang Weifan's house, and took a taxi to leave.

Tangtang looked at Zhuang Weifan: "Old Zhuang, are you going too far?"

Zhuang Weifan didn't answer her directly, but just rubbed her head and said, "Children, I don't understand."

Tangtang rolled her eyes, feeling very sympathetic to Teacher Song; she almost forgot that Zhuang Weifan's rejection of girls at school was more ruthless than rejecting Teacher Song;
Although Mr. Song left, the kitchen was in a mess; Mr. Song scattered all kinds of pots and pans in the kitchen in a hurry; , some water soaked in; the chopping board was even more messy and greasy.

Zhuang Weifan wanted to clean up, but when he saw the greasy area, he retracted his hand, raised his hand and rubbed his temple, feeling a little annoyed; he shouldn't have let that teacher go into the kitchen!Bai ruined his clean and tidy kitchen.

He called Lao Chang and told him to come and clean up the kitchen for him, while he planned to take Tang Tang to the restaurant.

Zhuang Weifan proposed to eat western food, but Tangtang had a soft spot for a quack dish in the gourmet city, and insisted on dragging him to eat that quack dish.The name of the restaurant is also quite distinctive, called "Three bowls but not the post".

When we arrived at "Three bowls but no post", there were two waiters in ancient costumes and gray headbands standing in front of the store. The scene of welcoming customers warmly was very funny.

The decoration in the store is also very distinctive, solid wood red lacquer carved square table, matching red lacquer benches; the surrounding walls imitate rural mud walls, and there are many bacon sausages, red dried peppers and dried corn hanging on the walls, quite It has farmhouse characteristics.

Even the drinking bowl is an ancient earthen bowl in the countryside;
Tangtang habitually beckoned to Xiao Er: "One or two rice wine, one bowl of roasted white meat, one plate of old bacon, and braised wild pork! Another plate of pork liver, one plate of beef to go with the wine, and more chili noodles and coriander."

The waiter in the shop quickly wrote it down, thinking that this kid is really good at ordering; the waiter in the shop turned his head to look at Zhuang Weifan, and asked with a smile, "Is there anything you want to add, sir?"

"No wine." Zhuang Weifan stared at Tangtang, she seems to be familiar with this place?

The waiter was about to cross out the rice wine, but Tangtang insisted: "I want to drink rice wine! Lao Zhuang, the rice wine here is very authentic, you should try it too."

Zhuang Weifan's face darkened: "No wine, other things as usual."

The shop waiter looked at this handsome guy more and more, he thought for a while while holding the menu, and finally remembered; isn't this the big boss of the food city, Zhuang Weifan?
Seeing his insistence, the waiter directly crossed out the rice wine, and then shrugged helplessly at the "little girl" Tangtang.

Tangtang slammed his chin on the table, disappointed: "The wine here is really good."

"What kind of wine do children drink?" Zhuang Weifan looked at her seriously: "Tangtang, you used to eat here often?"

After he asked, Tangtang remembered that she was a child now, Xiaotangtang; she quickly explained: "Mom came to take me to eat a few times, and she didn't want me after that."

This topic should be very sad, she lowered her head, her voice was weak, pretending to be crying.

Zhuang Weifan softened his heart: "It's okay, I'm here."

Every time such coaxing words come out of Zhuang Weifan's mouth, Tangtang feels very safe; Tangtang raises her eyes and asks Zhuang Weifan: "Old Zhuang, if I am not a child, but an adult who is not a few years younger than you, Will you still be so nice to me?"

"No." Zhuang Weifan replied without thinking: "The difference between an adult and a child: the former can be independent, while the latter is not capable enough."

Tangtang continued to ask: "Would you believe me if I said that I was an adult and turned into a child in the end?"

She looked at him seriously, her round and full apricot eyes seemed to contain a pool of hot springs; Zhuang Weifan couldn't help laughing at her "false seriousness", the corners of her mouth gracefully pulled upwards, and he laughed very casually.

"You have a better imagination than ordinary people, you can try to write some fantasy compositions." Zhuang Weifan seized the opportunity to "teach her a lesson".

Tangtang was discouraged, folded a pair of fleshy hands on the square table, and got down again.

The first dish served was a plate of old bacon, the fat part was transparent and shiny, the thin part was yellow and red, as thin as a blade, and the plate was beautifully arranged; Tangtang reached out to pick it up very rudely, and ate it in one sitting Four slices, the old bacon is fat but not greasy in the mouth, and the tongue is wrapped in gravy, which feels quite ecstasy.

Zhuang Weifan had never eaten bacon, so he picked up a chopstick and sniffed it, disliked the strange smell: "What is this?"

"Bacon!" Tangtang looked at him very surprised: "Old Zhuang, have you never eaten bacon?"

Zhuang Weifan put down his chopsticks and shook his head.

Tangtang picked up a chopstick of bacon, stepped on the long bench, stretched his hand over the table full of food, and handed the meat to his mouth: "Try it, this bacon is delicious!"

He opened his mouth to hold the bacon delivered by Tangtang, and when he bit his teeth, a mouthful of bacon juice overflowed, making his mouth full of greasiness; Zhuang Weifan still couldn't accept this unauthentic meat taste, and swallowed it with difficulty, determined not to pick the first one Two chopsticks.

Immediately afterwards, the roasted white and braised wild pork were served. The fat and thick meat made people feel unappetizing;
(End of this chapter)