Reborn In the 1990s

The original empty room is now full of stuff. The front left and right sides are all long wooden tables, and the rear section is separated by glass, which is the kitchen. There is a small door next to the kitchen, from which you can see the stairs leading to the second floor.

"Where's aunt Fang? Not there? " Cheng Yu asked.

Fang Ruixue looked at the people behind Cheng Yu and did not answer, but quietly asked, "are those your friends?"

Cheng Yu turned to look at the three people who were still standing at the door and nodded: "well."

"You bring them to dinner?" Fang Ruixue asked again.

Cheng Yu still nods: "already arrived meal order."

Meal order is coming. It's just that Cheng Yu is here for the first time, so he doesn't know that Li Lanfang's restaurant is only open until 4 p.m.

"Let your friends come in. I'm going to call godmother Fang Ruixue took another look outside, and then "Deng Deng Deng" ran upstairs.

Li Lanfang felt dizzy in the afternoon. At this time, she was resting in the room. After knowing that Cheng Yu's examination had been finished, she was looking forward to the day when he could come. However, seeing that Jiang Jinyue has come twice, Cheng Yu has not even seen a personal shadow. Now Fang Ruixue tells her that Cheng Yu is downstairs. Also with friends, she immediately did not dizzy, waist is not sour, the whole person is full of energy.

"Come in, all of you." Cheng Yu stood in the shop and said to three people at the door.

Qing Feiyang is not one of those poor and fastidious people. He went to the roadside stalls in the street shops from snacks, so he went in without psychological burden, and consciously found a cool place to sit down. But for Jane's brother and sister, such a simple roadside shop was forbidden from childhood.

So Jianjian stood at the door for a long time, did a long time of mental construction, just in the eyes of Jian Tong, approached the shop less than 60 Ping.

Li Lanfang has repeatedly rubbed the tables, chairs and benches in the shop, but in Jian Jian's eyes, they are greasy and full of bacteria. She couldn't be polite and patient like her brother, so she had to take out a tissue from her pocket and wipe the stool she was going to sit on again and again. And the table in front of you.

When Fang Ruixue came down, she happened to see Jian Jian sitting on her stool with a paper towel between her thin and white fingers, which was as white as water onion. She sat on her stool with disgust on her face, as if there was something filthy on the stool, for fear that it would dirty her pure white clothes.

"There's mung bean soup. Would you like it?" She stood by Cheng Yu's side and asked, but the rest of her eyes could not help but drift to Jian Jian.

Not only because Jian Jian looks good, but also because she is sitting on the stool, shrinking her shoulders and carefully refusing to relax. I'm afraid my body will touch something other than the stool.

"Do you drink? Mung bean soup. " Cheng Yu asked others.

"Good!" Qing Fei Yang answers most readily.

"Trouble." Jane Tong is gentle and polite.

Only Jian Jian, she frowned, and then slightly shook her head: "I don't need it, thank you."

Qing Fei Yang sees her facial expression is not very good, concern ground asked a: "are you uncomfortable? I'll pour you a glass of water Then he was ready to get up.

"No more!" Jianjian quickly refused. She does have some discomfort, but it can't be relieved by drinking water, and if she does drink the water here, it will be more serious.

"Oh, all right." Qing Feiyang sat down again. Looking at Jian Jian, she refused to leave. "What would you like to drink? I'll buy it for you When he came over, he saw a small grocery store on the side of the road.

Jian still shook her head, took out the last tissue in the bag and wiped the small piece of table top in front of her. After wiping it twice, she stopped suddenly and looked up at the position of the kitchen. Where, Cheng Yu is helping the girl named ruiruirui scoop mung bean soup.

He did not find his discomfort, nor did he ask if he needed water or help. If Cheng Yu asked, if the person who inquired about her was Cheng Yu, she would try her best to endure to drink the glass of water he poured for herself.

But he did not. The light in Jian Jian's eyes went out.

"Xiao Yu. Why don't you talk to Aunt Fang? You see, I'm not ready for anything now! " Li Lanfang came down from the stairs in a rage. Seeing Cheng Yu, Li Lanfang enthusiastically took his hand and looked at him carefully. He kept saying that he was thin.

When did Qing Feiyang see Cheng Yu treated like this, even Jiang Qingyue did not have such enthusiasm and intimacy to him. This let Qing Feiyang to this small shop. And the people in this store are more curious.

"You are all Xiao Yu's friends, welcome!" Li Lanfang looked at the three young and handsome children, and the smile on her face almost overflowed. "You sit down for a while, and your aunt will come to cook for you soon."

"Auntie Fang, don't worry too much. You can do whatever you like." Cheng Yu said.

"OK, aunt Fang will do it." Li Lanfang returned to the kitchen with a smile. It was too late to go shopping now. She could only make the rest of the lunch.Seeing Cheng Yu's familiar appearance with the boss, Qing Feiyang finally couldn't help asking: "what's the relationship between you and the boss? Agreed to take us to a special dish. Now let's use the word "casually" to perfunctorize us

"You'll know when you eat." Cheng Yu drank a mouthful of mung bean soup. It was cold and cold. It was suitable for summer.

Although it is casual, but after all, it is a friend who receives Cheng Yu, and can't really be casual. Fortunately, there are steamed buns and dumplings in the shop every day. Pork and beef are ready-made, chicken soup is too late, can only make a wax gourd meat ball soup, season pay off fire, it is also appropriate.

As soon as it's dark, steaming dishes continue to be served. Stir fried beef with scallion, shredded pork with fish flavor, braised lion's head, wax gourd meat ball soup, stir fried bamboo leaf vegetables, and cold mixed three shreds are common home dishes. However, when served by Li Lanfang's hand, they are all full of color, flavor and flavor, and there is no need for the hotel's chef.

"Eat first, if not enough, tell Aunt Fang, and I'll make it for you." Li Lanfang wiped the sweat from her neck with a towel, and said to Cheng Yu with a smile that the temperature in the kitchen is higher than that outside. Just by cooking this meal, her back has been soaked with sweat.

"Aunt Fang, that's enough. Don't be busy and have a rest."

The smell of the food came to her nose, and Qing Feiyang could not help but stir her fingers. Jian Jian, who had been lured by the smell, picked up the chopsticks. After seeing Li Lanfang wiping sweat with a towel, her face suddenly turned white. She held the chopsticks in her hand, but she couldn't help it.