Liu Zihao came to Su Ji again. The moment he entered the door, the little boy was stunned because the restaurant in front of him was different from the last time he came.
After entering the door, Liu Zihao turned around and went out again. He raised his head and looked carefully. After making sure that everything seemed correct, the little boy returned to the restaurant.
Feng Ruoruo saw Liu Zihao come in, go out, and then come back in. She felt very strange: "Why do you come in, go out, and come back like this? Did you lose something and are looking for it?"
Liu Zihao came back to his senses, looked at Feng Ruoruo and asked, "Is this your restaurant?"
Feng Ruoruo nodded: "Of course."
Liu Zihao continued, "But coming here today is different from the last time I came here with grandma."
Chen Yaofei immediately replied softly, "Because the tables in Grandpa Ruoruo's restaurant have been changed. The last time you came, they had a big round table. The current table was just changed on Saturday."
Liu Zihao was curious: "Why do we need to change the table?"
Yang Xiaoxi then said, "Because the table at Ruoruo's house couldn't seat many people before, but now it can seat a lot of people."
Liu Zihao looked carefully and said, "No, the restaurant is still the same size and the same as before."
This time Feng Ruoruo explained: "Before, the table was too big, and people who didn't know each other had to sit together. Now it has become a small table, and everyone can sit separately. My father said that this way more people can come to eat."
After listening to the explanations of the three little girls, Liu Zihao nodded and said, "Oh, then this is indeed Feng Ruoruo's home."
The three girls said in unison, "Of course."
Like Liu Zihao, his mother Du Jiayi, after entering the restaurant, also acted like a child, observing everything in the restaurant very carefully.
Du Jiayi naturally knew that this was the restaurant on TV, and he also knew that the tables in the restaurant had been replaced.
However, even though the tables have been changed, the old-fashioned feel of the restaurant remains unchanged.
So when Du Jiayi stepped into the restaurant, she soon felt that she was out of place in the restaurant. Especially her dress, which made her feel that she would stand out in such a restaurant.
This was the first time that Du Jiayi felt a little bit ashamed of himself.
Du Jiayi only felt a little uncomfortable for a short while, but soon she recovered and walked away without caring at all, finding a table and sitting down.
"Son, come here."
When Liu Zihao heard his mother calling him, although he still wanted to play with the three little girls, he did not dare to disobey his mother and could only run quickly to his mother.
"Mom, are we going to have dinner here tonight?"
After hearing what his son said, Du Jiayi thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "Well, since you are so well behaved, let's eat here today and go back after dinner. Dad won't be back for dinner anyway."
Liu Zihao was very happy to hear this and said, "Yeah, mom is so nice."
When Du Jiayi heard her son's words, she immediately became happy: "If I let you stay for dinner, you will think that your mother is good. If I don't let you stay for dinner, do you think that your mother is not good?"
Liu Zihao quickly squeezed in close to his mother: "Mom is always the best."
Du Jiayi was very happy to be coaxed by her son, so she asked the proprietress Su Ruoxi to order some food.
In fact, Su Ruoxi had noticed this mother from the moment she walked in, because her dress was so eye-catching.
The three little girls, Feng Ruoruo, Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei, also introduced this mother to Su Ruoxi, saying that she was the mother of Liu Zihao, a child in the kindergarten.
Feng Ruoruo even whispered, "Mom, Liu Zihao's mom is very powerful. She always likes to quarrel with people. You must be careful."
When Su Ruoxi heard her daughter say this, she felt a little resistant to such a mother.
Whether it's the mother's dress or her temper as expressed through her daughter, it makes people feel very uncomfortable.
But no matter what, they are guests who come to her house, and Su Ruoxi will not entertain them with any emotion.
Walking to the table where the mother and son were sitting, Su Ruoxi greeted them with a smile: "Hello, what would you like to eat?"
Liu Zihao knew Feng Ruoruo's mother. The little boy was quite polite today and took the initiative to greet Feng Ruoruo's mother: "Hello, Auntie."
Su Ruoxi responded with a smile: "Hello."
Then the little boy introduced Feng Ruoruo’s mother to his mother.
"Mom, this is Feng Ruoruo's mother, and this is my mother, Auntie."
Su Ruoxi and Du Jiayi nodded and smiled at each other.
Liu Zihao then said, "Auntie, I want to eat the snacks that Feng Ruoruo's father made for her, is that okay?"
Little Feng Ruoruo knew that Liu Zihao's mother liked to quarrel with others, so she was worried that her mother would be bullied, so she quietly followed her mother.
After hearing what Liu Zihao said, Feng Ruoruo immediately said, "The dim sum my father made for me is not for sale, so if you and Auntie want to order food, you have to order the dishes on the menu."
After hearing this, Liu Zihao immediately curled his lips, obviously looking a little unhappy. He actually didn't want to eat anything. He wanted to eat Feng Ruoruo's father's snacks more.
Su Ruoxi smiled and said to her daughter, "Since Liu Zihao is your kindergarten friend and he is at home today, go get the snacks your dad made for you and treat him."
Feng Ruoruo was still a little hesitant at first, but when she saw her mother's encouraging look, the little girl finally agreed.
"Okay, wait a moment. I'll go get some snacks. You, Xixi, and Feifei can eat together."
After saying that, Feng Ruoruo quickly ran to the kitchen.
Du Jiayi felt a little embarrassed when faced with such a greeting.
Although Du Jiayi dresses very eye-catchingly and has a hot temper at home, and is the type of person who will argue even for no reason, she actually won't lose her temper easily when being polite to others.
So when Su Ruoxi treated her son like this, Du Jiayi was too embarrassed to say, "Thank you, Mom Ruoruo."
Su Ruoxi nodded and said, "You're welcome. We're just kindergarten kids, so it's only natural for us to share snacks."
Feng Ruoruo ran into the kitchen and saw that her father and Uncle Xiaolin were busy. The little girl pouted and shouted, "Dad, Liu Zihao and his mother came to our house today. Mom asked me to bring some snacks to entertain him."
Feng Yifan was watching the fire while instructing his young apprentice to cut vegetables. He was stunned when he heard his daughter's words.
Because he was too busy, Feng Yifan didn't remember for a moment who Liu Zihao his daughter was talking about.
Feng Yifan recalled carefully and suddenly remembered what his daughter was talking about, about the little boy who had a rather unreasonable mother.
"Oh, Liu Zihao is here again? And he's here with his mother?"
Feng Ruoruo nodded and said, "Yes, Dad, should we treat him with some snacks?"
Feng Yifan smiled and asked his daughter: "So, does Ruoruo want to treat him with some snacks? Or does Ruoruo not like Liu Zihao and don't want to give him your snacks?"
After hearing what her father said, Feng Ruoruo thought for a moment and said, "Dad, I don't dislike Liu Zihao. I just don't like his mother. His mother always likes to quarrel with others."
Feng Yifan continued to ask: "So, Ruoruo wants to take out some snacks to entertain Liu Zihao?"
Feng Ruoruo hesitated for a while, and finally nodded and said, "Well, let's give it to him."
Feng Yifan nodded and said, "Well, Ruoruo is a good kid. Don't deny the kids because of adult matters. Besides, kids are guests when they come to our house. We should entertain them."
Little Feng Ruoruo didn't quite understand what her father said, but the little girl still agreed to bring snacks to treat Liu Zihao.
"Dad, what snacks did you make today?"
Feng Yifan first took out an empty plate, then covered the empty plate with a towel, then reached out and grabbed the air, and then threw the grabbed air into the empty plate covered with the towel.
Holding the plate in front of his daughter, Feng Yifan said, "Okay, uncover it yourself and take a look."
When Feng Ruoruo saw what her father did, she was also full of curiosity and carefully removed the towel from the plate.
The moment the towel was removed, Feng Yifan was surprised that what he saw before was an empty plate, but now there were neatly arranged pieces of beautiful shachima on the plate.
"Hey, Dad, how did you make this? Dad, can you do magic?"
Feng Yifan said in an unfathomable manner, "Dad made this for Ruoruo. And this is for Ruoruo. Dad brought it from Beijing. It was made by the best pastry chef in Beijing."
After hearing what her father said, Feng Ruoruo suddenly pouted and said unhappy: "You don't want what others make. Ruoruo wants to eat what dad makes."
Feng Yifan was stunned by his daughter's words, and then he quickly said, "This is made by Dad. Dad used a very traditional method to make this snack. You can serve it to your children."
Feng Ruoruo was still a little worried and asked, "Did dad really do it?"
Feng Yifan was a little amused by his daughter's question, and could only reassure: "Dad promises that this was made by Dad himself. Dad and Mom made it for Ruoruo together."
Seeing her father's serious assurance, Feng Ruoruo finally believed it: "Okay, then Ruoruo will take it out to entertain the children."
Feng Yifan touched his daughter's head and said, "Okay, then Ruoruo must do it slowly."
Feng Ruoruo nodded in agreement, turned around carefully with the plate in her hand, and slowly walked towards the restaurant in front.
Looking at his daughter's back as she left, Feng Yifan couldn't help but feel that he had overdosed himself. He had wanted to show off his magic skills in front of his daughter, but his daughter made the magic meaningless.
However, thinking that his daughter liked the snacks he made, Feng Yifan was still very happy.
Feng Ruoruo carried the snacks out and first went to her grandfather, because Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei were there.
After putting the snacks down, Feng Ruoruo waved to Liu Zihao, who was sitting with her mother, and said, "Liu Zihao, come here quickly. I brought the snacks that Dad made today. Come and eat with us."
Liu Zihao jumped off his chair immediately after hearing this and wanted to run to Feng Ruoruo and the others.
But suddenly he remembered that his mother was still there, so the little boy asked her for permission.
"Mom, can I come over to eat?"
Du Jiayi turned her head to look at the little girls and saw the snacks on the plate on the table. Although the distance was a bit far, Du Jiayi still recognized that it seemed to be Shaqima.
She still felt a little bit disdainful in her heart: It's just shaqima, just to fool children.
But since they were already sitting in someone else's restaurant, Du Jiayi did not stop her son: "Then go ahead. Remember to be polite and say thank you to others, okay?"
It’s strange to say, Du Jiayi is usually a very impolite person, but today in Su Ji, she taught her son to be polite.
Perhaps it was because of sitting in Su Ji and feeling the ancient atmosphere that Du Jiayi didn't dare to be too casual.
After getting his mother's permission, Liu Zihao quickly trotted over to Feng Ruoruo and the others.
Feng Ruoruo waited for Liu Zihao to come over, picked up two pieces of Shaqima and handed them to him: "Liu Zihao, this is for you and your mother, take it and let Auntie have a taste."
Liu Zihao looked at it and said, "My mother doesn't eat it."
Feng Ruoruo said seriously, "No, Dad's snacks are to be shared with everyone, so you have to give them to Auntie."
Seeing Feng Ruoruo insisting like this, Liu Zihao had no choice but to take the two pieces and quickly ran back to give one to his mother.
"Mom, this is for you."
Seeing this, Du Jiayi naturally didn't want it: "Mom, don't want it, you eat it, but eat less, we still need to eat."
But Liu Zihao was still very persistent: "No, Mom, you must eat it. Feng Ruoruo said that snacks should be shared with everyone. You are my mother, you have to eat too."
When Du Jiayi heard this, she was stunned for a moment. She took the shaqima from her son's hand and turned her head to look over there.
Feng Ruoruo saw Liu Zihao's mother looking at her and said with a smile: "Auntie, you can eat it too. My parents made it. It's delicious."
At this moment, seeing the little girl's innocent smile made Du Jiayi stunned. She had never thought that she would see such an innocent and lovely little girl's smile that really made people have no evil thoughts.
Almost subconsciously, Du Jiayi nodded and said, "Okay, Auntie, try it."
Liu Zihao gave the snacks to his mother. Seeing that his mother didn't say anything, he quickly trotted back to Feng Ruoruo and the others.
Du Jiayi wanted to say something, but when she saw her son was having fun playing with the three little girls, she swallowed the words back and could only let her son play for a while.
Seeing that the children and parents over there had started eating, Du Jiayi looked down at the shachima in her hand.
Finally, she broke off a piece and slowly put a small piece into her mouth.
"Crack"
Crisp, soft, sweet but not greasy, with a nutty aroma and a slight sour taste of preserved fruit.
The moment it enters your mouth, it feels like the door to a new world has been opened to the taste buds on your tongue.
Du Jiayi was really surprised. She had never thought that such an ordinary and traditional shachima could be cooked so deliciously. It cannot be said to be the most delicious in the world, but it tastes really good.
In comparison, Du Jiayi felt that the desserts she bought for her son every time she went to those famous Western dessert shops were not as delicious as an ordinary piece of shachima in her hand.
Then look at my son and three little girls over there, and the elegant and warm atmosphere of this small restaurant.
Du Jiayi felt happy and really enjoyed the atmosphere at the moment.