The Days of Opening a Restaurant on an Abnormal Earth

"It's New Year's Eve."

"Yes, yes. It will be a new year after twelve o'clock tonight."

"Do you have any thoughts on the first New Year's Eve in Houguo back home?"

"At least someone will accompany you to live together, so you don't have to live alone in the store in Huaihai. It's good."

"Hmph, don't you have a good comrade in arms from another world?" Jiang Hua emphasized the pronunciation of the word "comrade comrade" when he spoke.

"Who is it?" A certain Zhang pretended to be stupid, like pretending that he was not an orange cat who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for canned cat food.

"Gao Xiaomin."

"Meow meow?" Lao Zhang gave a meaningless explanation, just like the sophistry of an orange cat after biting a bag of cat food: I just smell it, I don't eat it!

People often say that fire prevention, theft prevention and villain prevention are also necessary for Jianghua to prevent Gao Xiaomin. Because that little xxx may make some kind of moth. Although I don't care about Lao Zhang that much, I can't be robbed for nothing. Jiang Hua thought so in his heart, so he had to ring the alarm bell in front of Lao Zhang from time to time to let him understand what it meant to keep ringing the alarm bell. Zhang is doing it, and Jiang is watching.

After today's alarm bell sounded, it was time for Jiang Hua to feed. This is like educating the orange cat not to use the sofa to grind its claws, if you want to scratch the sofa, you will be beaten, and then educate the orange cat to use the cat scratching post, and if you catch the right one, you will be able to eat canned cat food with peak desire.

"Old Zhang." Jiang Hua patted Zhang Tong on the shoulder.

"Huh?" Old Zhang arched Jianghua's hand with his head.

"Did I say you can stop being cute?"

"I don't open shops or sell food during the big festivals. If I don't sell cute, I don't know what I can sell."

"You are already this old, can you be more mature..."

"Men die young."

"...can you not insult these famous quotes."

"Think about it."

"By the way, New Year's Eve dinner."

"Shall I do it?" Zhang Tong raised his head against Jiang Hua's shoulder, his eyes became bright. Recently coming to Shuangqing has suffocated him. Because there is no place to cook is too uncomfortable.

In Jiang Hua's house, Jiang Aijun is an absolute chef. He has absolute dominance in the kitchen. If he doesn't allow it, not to mention Zhang Tong, even Jiang Hua and Wang Qian's mother and daughter can't cook anything in the kitchen. Although Wang Qian has the highest social status in the family, she will still give up the one-third of an acre of land in the kitchen to Jiang Aijun.

Zhang Tong got a chance to cook at Jianghua's house, and then he made instant noodles, fried luncheon meat and canned luncheon meat when he went to Luojia Village. This is a bit uncomfortable for Zhang Tong.

There is always something good in life. Some people like to smoke, some people like to drink alcohol, some people like to perm their heads, and some people like to talk about cross talk.

And Zhang Tong's hobby is cooking, otherwise he would not continue to open a small restaurant to cook and sell food after he came back. A life without cooking is incomplete for Zhang Tong. But here, he couldn't get a chance, which made Zhang Tong very uncomfortable, with a feeling of scratching his ears and cheeks.

"My dad is at home and you have to cook." Jiang Hua gave Zhang Tong a white look: "Don't count on the New Year's Eve dinner, because Dad has prepared it for a long time. When it comes time for him to show his skills, if you dare to intervene, He dared to hack you to death."

Zhang Tong shrank his neck, his big eyes flashing.

"However, there is still something you need to do."

"explain."

"Go and help my uncle and uncle grill fish at noon. If possible, coax them to come to our house for a New Year's Eve dinner."

"Well...it's a bit difficult, try your best." Zhang Tong thought for a while.

Everyone has hobbies, just like Jiang Aiguo and Jiang Aidang, their hobby is fishing. Even on New Year's Eve, they still fish in the tributaries of the Jialing River. Because there is no interest in letting them do anything other than fishing.

You can play mahjong with old friends, but your blood pressure will be high if you win or lose. The doctor has already reminded them that their blood pressure is already on the high side, and it is best to play less mahjong with ups and downs. Playing mahjong with Zhang Tong is still fun, always in a good mood, and can also improve the mind and brain.

"Second brother, your son hasn't come back yet?"

"Hmph! Those who beat the Chinese New Year don't know where to go."

"What are you doing?"

"Say it's sponsorship."

"What project is he on?"

"Motorcycle races. What is running the Isle of Man TT. I also ran some other races to earn bonuses, but all the bonuses I earned went into the Isle of Man TT."

"Oh, the Isle of Man TT's bonus is so high?"

"Fart! The first place is only 5,000 pounds, which is not enough for the motorcycle consumables from the race."

"Then what are you running for?"

"That is to say. Let's talk about how dangerous racing is. Car racing is dangerous enough, and motorcycles are even more dangerous. I don't agree with my son running. But I can't control my son when he grows up. There is no way. That race kills one every year human!"

"this……"

Talking about his son who does not want to be restrained, Jiang Aidang is a little angry: "If you want him to do business, he won't go to work, he would rather hang around outside begging for money like a beggar (to pull sponsorship) I also want to go to the competition. I don’t do my job at a young age, and I don’t know when I will wake up.”

When Zhang Tong and Jiang Hua came to the riverside to call the two old people to dinner, they were denouncing Jiang Aidang's homeless son.

Zhang Tong asked Jiang Hua in a low voice: "What's the situation?"

"Jiang Jianmin, my brother. The youngest child of our Jiang family. He is 25 years old this year. He has been running extreme sports, mostly related to racing. When I was a child, I watched Chinese driver Xu Lang in the Dakar Rally on TV. After the race, he made up his mind to become a racing driver."

"Isn't that a racing car?"

"Cars are too expensive, and it costs a few million to modify them casually. Motorcycles are much cheaper. For low-level competitions, more than 100,000 motorcycles can participate. Moreover, motorcycle competitions are divided into levels. If it is only the 250cc group No, then the entry threshold can be lower. Jiang Jianmin wanted to become a racing driver, but his family did not support him, so he changed to become a motorcycle racer. But this way, his family did not support him even more. Motorcycle racing is too dangerous. But he is I like to pursue the extreme speed of wind and freedom."

"Is his grades good?" Zhang Tong was a little curious.

"It's not bad. Although he can't get on the podium in world-class competitions, he still gets the ranking. There are many reasons why he can't get on the podium. Including competition equipment, logistical support, etc. After all, although the competition motorcycle The investment is less than that of a car, but it is also a bottomless pit. As a yellow race, it is very difficult for him to win international sponsorship. Moreover, domestic manufacturers are often willing to sponsor white drivers rather than yellow race drivers.”

Zhang Tong scratched his head: "Why?!"

"Because white drivers look international, they are good at promoting." Jiang Hua sneered: "Unless Chinese drivers can get on the podium, it is best to win the championship, otherwise they are worthless."

"Is this another kind of xenophilia?" Zhang Tong thought for a while.

"There's no way, many people follow this pattern." Jiang Hua shrugged.

While talking, the two approached Jiang Aiguo and Jiang Aidang who were fishing.

"Uncle and Uncle, it's almost over. I'm going home for dinner. I'll ask Zhang Tong to make grilled fish for you. Let's see what a big fish you caught today." Jiang Hua said to the two of them in his hometown dialect. call.

Jiang Aiguo and Jiang Aiguo's mood, which was originally bad because of Jiang Jianmin's affairs, improved a lot.

Zhang Tong went forward to help close the pole and fish box. Now that Zhang Tong is Jiang Hua's boyfriend, Jiang Aiguo and Jiang Aidang have accepted it. Zhang Tong is at least very sensible, and people with thick eyebrows and big eyes are very popular among the older generation. If Jiang Hua brought back a effeminate boyfriend, the Jiang family didn't know what to say behind their backs.

Today they harvested a lot. Although there was no help from a certain man surnamed Zhang, the two of them still lost a few Jiang Tuan and grass carp weighing one or two catties, which were just suitable for grilling fish.

Just when the group was about to collect their things and go back, a young man in denim with a weathered face stood in the path of everyone.

He saw Jiang Aidang from a distance and shouted, "Dad..."