Warm Life

The beef that Sun Lingyu was carrying fell onto the table, as she stared blankly at the old man who rushed out. He stood up abruptly and stood in front of Sun Ye Xuan, looking at her in alarm.

Sun Yanxuan gracefully put down her chopsticks and smiled at the old man. He patted Sun Lingyu's shoulder and said, "Second brother, it's alright. Don't be so nervous."

The old man looked around and only saw Sun Ye Xuan and Sun Ling Yu. He hesitated for a moment before asking doubtfully, "You're the ones who make the jerky?"

No wonder the old man didn't believe it. The two of them were wearing patched clothes and looked really shabby. However, their looks and bearing were not bad. They were not ordinary farmers.

Sun Ye Xuan gave him a smile that was not a smile, looked around and asked: "Is there anyone else here?"

The old man had no choice but to admit that he had judged people by their appearances. He quickly walked over and passionately looked at Sun Lingyu, excitedly saying, "Young man, why don't you sell the formula to us?"

Sun Lingyu looked somewhat awkwardly at Sun Ye Xuan, coughed lightly, and said to the old man, "Old Gramps, the jerky was done by my sister, it has nothing to do with me."

The old man was even more surprised this time. With his eyesight, he had actually seen the wrong person twice. This was such a slap to his face. He sized up Sun Ye Xuan and his gaze stopped at the teacup in Sun Ye Xuan's hands.

"Such a tender and tender hand, no matter how I look at it, doesn't seem like it was made of rough work. "You guys can't be some young master or miss purposely dressed up as poor people to tease us, right?" the old man asked doubtfully.

"Old grandpa, you worry too much." We just passed by your restaurant and came in to have a meal when we were hungry. If you have any doubts, we can leave. We're almost done eating anyway. " Sun Ye Xuan stood up, preparing to leave.

"Don't go!" The old man stopped the two and smilingly said: "This old man doesn't know how to talk. Young man, don't bother me with such a terrible old man." "Haha …"

Sun Ye Xuan sized up the old man and guessed his identity. He smelled of beef and was dressed neatly. He came out of the kitchen, so he must be the chef here.

With an impatient expression, Sun Lingyu stood in front of the old man, blocking his way. With a straight face, he asked, "Just what matter do you have?" Is there anyone who would stare at a little girl like that? "

"Don't misunderstand, I don't have any abrupt intentions." The old man said, "My surname is Yu. You can call me Old Man Yu or you can call me Master Yu. I'm the chef here. Just now, the waiter gave your jerky to our kitchen people to taste. We felt that it was too delicious, so we wanted to ask who was the owner of the jerky. In addition, we would like to buy the formula. "

"Master Yu." "Sun Ye Xuan always maintained her polite smile, which made it hard for people to tell what she meant." Did the second brother tell you that we plan to find a restaurant to work with? "

Master Yu said in dissatisfaction, "This little girl is not kind at all. "You haven't gone to the first restaurant yet, and we've already talked to you about cooperation. It's not like we're going to lose you a single silver coin. Why don't you consider it?"

"But we're not going to sell formulas." Sun Ye Xuan spoke with a profound tone: "We are all smart people, smart people will not hide anything. "Although I am young, I am no fool."

Therefore, there was no need to talk about buying the formula anymore.

Master Yu was an old man in his fifties. He had been staying in the Bright Moon Temple since he was young, and he was the oldest old man here. He had been anxious to change this situation. However, dozens of years had passed, and the Bright Moon Temple was still as inanimate as ever. Every time they poached a chef from another place, he would stay less than a month before he was taken away.

If the boss had served snacks, they wouldn't have to suffer so much. However, the Bright Moon Temple was only a small restaurant and was nothing to their boss. It had been decades since anyone had paid attention to them.

This time, they had sent their young master. Perhaps the time had come to change the situation. If the Young Master was willing to put his heart into it, their Bright Moon Temple would definitely regain its former glory.