The driver, Lao Huang, was also looking at his young master. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure rushing out of the car, almost lost his composure and ran to the opposite side, rushing into the shop.
He widened his eyes in astonishment, because that figure was none other than Mr. Yi!
In Lao Huang's impression, Mr. Yi has always been smiling, his calmness and reason are deeply rooted in his bones, and he never reveals his true feelings easily.
But at this moment, that figure from the back revealed a bit of confusion and panic.
"Dad, why are you here? Aren't you waiting in the car? I'm here..." Soon enough.
Before Yi Ci finished speaking, Yi Hansheng had already passed him and walked straight to the store.
Yi Ci: "?"
Standing in front of the machine, Jiang Da skillfully spread the batter, cracked an egg, spread it evenly, then brushed the sauce and added ingredients...
Suddenly, a shadow fell from the side, and it was a man who was about the same height as himself. Jiang Da said kindly, "Please line up outside to buy pancakes, thank you."
Yi Hansheng looked up and down at this man of the same age. To be honest, he was very ordinary, the kind who could grab a lot of people on the street.
"Who wrote your signboard?"
Jiang Da was taken aback: "... huh?"
Yi Hansheng paused every word, never having the patience he had before: "Who wrote the words "Jiangji pancakes" on the signboard?"
But in fact, the excitement and excitement are almost uncontrollable, and may rush out of the body at any time.
that word...
Wandering and pitching, tolerance and romance, rigidity is iron painting, and charm is like a silver hook.
He had seen it countless times when he was young, and he swiped from that person's hand.
Back then, in order to be able to grind ink for her by the side, Yi Hansheng went to ask experts how to control the force when grinding ink, which direction is better, what proportion to add water, what kind of water to add...
Her writing is like a person, and the things she writes are also the same as her own. It is as clear as the moon, bright and bright, unique in the world!
Therefore, even in the past twenty years, Yi Hansheng would never admit his mistake!
"Oh, you said that signboard was ordered by my daughter from an advertising company, isn't it not bad?" Although Jiang Da felt very strange, he still answered the other party truthfully.
But Yi Hansheng was obviously not satisfied: "I'm asking about the characters inside! Who did you ask to write those brush characters?"
"Just, the advertising company." Jiang Da was a little confused.
He didn't know why this well-dressed and extravagant guest was obsessed with the signboard of his shop.
What happened to the sign
It looks good.
"This word..." Yi Hansheng forced himself to calm down, "It's very similar to my friend's handwriting, no, it should be exactly the same. We have lost contact for more than 20 years, so can you tell me where she is?"
Jiang Da suddenly realized that it was so, but—
"I really want to help you, but I really don't know."
Yi Hansheng frowned.
"This signboard was like this when it was brought back." Jiang Da's expression did not seem to be lying.
Yi Hansheng pondered for a moment: "Which advertising company did it?"
Jiang Da said the name of the advertising company, "...it should be this one."
"Thank you." Yi Hansheng took out his wallet and handed all the cash in it to Jiang Da.
The latter was surprised: "What is this?"
"Just a little thought. If you have any other news, please let me know. This is my business card with my mobile phone number on it."
Jiang Da returned the money to him, but left a business card: "The money is no longer needed, and I will call you if there is any news."
Yi Hansheng didn't force himself, and returned to the car in a daze.
He couldn't help but glanced out of the window again. The four big characters "Jiangji Pancake" made his eyes flush.
Lao Huang was sitting in the driver's seat, and saw the abnormality of his husband through the mirror, so he didn't dare to speak.
After a while, Yi Ci came back from buying pancakes and ate them while walking.
As soon as I opened the car door, I met my old man's torch-like eyes, uh!
He glanced at the half pancake in his hand and asked, "Would you like to have a bite?"
Yi Hansheng's mouth twitched: "Come up."
"Oh." Yi Ci got into the car and sat down, his mouth didn't stop all the time, it wasn't just because he coveted his pancakes.
"When did this store open?"
"Huh?" Yi Ci turned his head in doubt, his cheeks still bulging, "Why are you asking this?"
Yi Hansheng: "Just chat."
"Last semester."
"You mean it hasn't been open for long?"
"It's not... At first they set up a stall on the opposite street without a shop, and they moved here later."
The man was thoughtful: "Do you come here often?"
"Cough... it's okay."
"How did I not know you like pancakes?"
Yi Ci pursed his lips, with disgust on his face: "Say it as if you know I like to eat other things..."
Yi Hansheng: "..." Well, let's forget about the loving father.
"That signboard..."
Yi Ci swallowed the last bite, before wiping his mouth: "What sign?"
"Forget it." He'd better check it out by himself.
"..." Halfway through the sentence, what's wrong!
…
When Zhong Ziang returned to Yutianhua Mansion, Liu Ma had already prepared the meals.
"The young master is back! Let's take a rest first, and dinner will be served right away!"
"Where's my uncle?"
Mama Liu: "Sir is upstairs."
"Oh." Zhong Ziang put down his schoolbag and collapsed on the sofa, great!
That son of a bitch, Yi Ci, is really ruthless. Now his whole body hurts, and his cheekbones are scratched.
At this time, Xie Dingyuan came down from upstairs, his critical eyes swept him from head to toe, and in the next second, his brows tightened—
"Why so late?"
"Played ball on the playground for a while."
Xie Dingyuan didn't ask any more questions, just said: "Go take a shower first."
Zhong Ziang was not very happy: "Dinner will be ready soon... It's the same with washing after eating."
"Hunk's body is either dust or mud. Do you still want to eat?"
This is quite embarrassing.
Zhong Ziang's cheeks were hot: "Why, why can't I eat? I'm clean!"
Xie Dingyuan directly responded with a disgusted look.
Zhong Ziang pursed his mouth, and walked upstairs limply, thinking while walking: "Obviously it's very clean... It's all because of that bastard Yi Ci, who plays ball as soon as he plays, what are you doing? gone… "
Xie Dingyuan moved his ears: "Stop."
Zhong Ziang turned around and said, "Huh?"
"eat first."
"Huh?!" The boy's expression lifted, and he quickly turned back, "Old uncle, did I hear correctly?"
Xie Dingyuan ignored him and went straight to the dining room.
Zhong Ziang chased after him like a puppy: "Is it true that you don't need to take a bath? Uncle, have you recovered from your cleanliness?"
At this time, Mama Liu had already put the dishes on the table, Zhong Ziang yelled "It's really delicious", and couldn't wait to pull out the chair and sit down.
Xie Dingyuan cast a cold look over: "Wash your hands first."
"... Oh." The claws that had been stretched out were retracted silently.
While washing his hands, Zhong Ziang looked at his dusty self in the mirror, a little surprised.
It's not that I'm surprised at my embarrassment, but I'm surprised that I am allowed to eat at the table without taking a shower
Did the uncle get any stimulation today
strangeness…
However, there is something even stranger to come.
On the quiet dining table, only the soft sound of the collision of bowls and chopsticks could be heard, and suddenly—
"Did you get into a fight today?"
Zhong Ziang was stunned.
Xie Dingyuan took a sip of soup: "Why, it's hard to say?"
"No..." What about eating and sleeping without talking
Ever since he transferred to Linhuai and stayed with Xie Dingyuan, he never saw the old uncle chatting with anyone during meals.
If, is it really stimulated
Xie Dingyuan frowned, looking at his nephew's dull gaze, he seemed to be even more worried: "Did you lose your mind?"
Zhong Ziang immediately came to his senses, and immediately pulled his respects: "How is that possible?! It's almost as good as beating him stupid!"
"he?"
"Yi Ci, there is a boy in my class, the one who took advantage of Jiang Fuyue on the day when the journal opened! Do you remember?"
There was a glint in the man's eyes, "Well, I have an impression."
"Let me tell you, this man is so hateful. I originally went to the playground today to... Then, he took me off to do my homework. Damn... I wanted to play with Jiang Fuyue, but his eyes were dishonest. make me mad..."
With Zhong Ziang's big mouth, his whole brain came out crackling, down to a small detail, such as Yi Cilao staring at Jiang Fuyue's waist and legs, etc., which he described so vividly.
Xie Dingyuan was only responsible for listening quietly, and there was no unnecessary emotion on his profile.
Zhong Ziang talked more and more vigorously, and almost described Yi Ci as a pervert. Suddenly, there was a coolness in the air, and he subconsciously tightened his coat without thinking about it.
How can it be cold in a villa equipped with a thermostatic adjustment system
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One watch, three thousand words.
The correct answer is: D! Did you guess right
12:30 p.m.~