Yue Qingsong was filled with emotion after having such a lunch. He never thought that the taste that was buried in his childhood memory many years ago would be reappeared by his good friend Feng Yifan.
Another person who ate this bowl of noodles and brought back memories was Feng Jiandong.
How could Feng Jiandong not taste the flavor that Feng Yifan’s grandmother cooked in this bowl of noodles
In Feng Jiandong's heart, he feels guilty about his deceased mother.
At the beginning, Feng Jiandong was able to work in the factory in the city by replacing his mother's place, so his mother had to return to the countryside.
His mother's decision changed Feng Jiandong's life trajectory and gave him the opportunity to broaden his horizons.
In Feng Jiandong's opinion, if his mother had not asked him to take up the job in the factory, he might have only been able to farm in the countryside.
Although Feng Jiandong and his wife Lu Cuiling are also farmers now, they have some experience in the city and have a broader vision, so they thought of growing vegetables scientifically, established the current vegetable base in the village, and led the villagers to common prosperity.
Because of this, the town and the township even wanted to award Feng Jiandong and Lu Cuiling.
However, the old couple refused to give the award.
Feng Jiandong felt that he was able to achieve what he has today because of his mother's willingness to live an ordinary life in the countryside, so he really felt unworthy of receiving the award.
Naturally, deep in Feng Jiandong’s memory, there is also an impression of this bowl of noodles eaten by his old mother.
But Feng Jiandong thought even further ahead.
What Feng Jiandong thought about was that when he was young, his father unfortunately died while rescuing supplies in the factory, and his mother raised him alone with great difficulty.
Thinking of how her mother took the initiative to bring her grandson back to the countryside to help raise him so that the couple could work well in the city.
Thinking of his son who had been separated from him for too long, he gradually accepted them again with the persuasion of his grandmother.
In the end, all the bitterness, guilt, and joy are gathered in the bowl of noodles in front of me.
Perhaps only Feng Jiandong can understand the feeling.
While eating noodles, scenes of memories emerged in his mind. Feng Jiandong's eyes gradually became moist, and finally a few tears rolled down.
Dripping into the bowl, it adds a bit of spiciness to the bowl of noodles in memory.
As Feng Jiandong was reminiscing and eating, suddenly a small hand reached out to his face and helped him wipe away the tears on his face.
The little granddaughter's soft voice continued: "Grandpa, why are you crying? Did you put too much chili in it? Grandpa, you should put less chili in it. It doesn't taste good. Ruoruo doesn't like it."
Feng Jiandong, who was originally immersed in sentimentality, was suddenly awakened by his little granddaughter.
He suddenly came to his senses, was stunned for a moment, and looked down at his little granddaughter who had a serious expression on her face.
Feng Jiandong recovered from his sadness in an instant, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.
"Okay, Grandpa will listen to Ruoruo and eat less spicy food from now on."
Feng Ruoruo smiled when she saw that her grandfather agreed. "Grandpa, even without the chili, Dad's noodles are just as delicious. Ruoruo likes the fish meat Dad made today because it has no bones."
At this time, Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei also came over, and the two little girls agreed with Feng Ruoruo's words.
Yang Xiaoxi said: "Yes, today's fish is delicious, without bones, you can eat it directly."
Chen Yaofei nodded and said, "Well, we don't like things with thorns."
When Feng Jiandong heard what the three little girls said, he suddenly couldn't help but laugh along. His longing for his old mother was still buried deep in his heart. He was determined to live a good life now, so as not to let down his mother's lifelong efforts for him and their family.
At this time, the voice of Mr. Zhuang Daozhong came from another table.
"Not bad, not bad, Jinrong. Yifan's bowl of pickled cabbage and small yellow croaker noodles is really delicious, especially the way of eating the fish slices. It feels like 'a general crossing the bridge'."
Shi Jinbin added: "The soup is pure white and delicious. It doesn't take away the deliciousness of the fish, and it gives the noodles a salty and sour taste. The best thing is that there is no other taste in this soup. It is simply salty, fresh and mellow, which is a perfect match with noodles."
Su Jinrong heard the two people's praise, smiled and said: "Yellow croaker noodles, not Su Ji, passed down."
Hearing this, Yue Qingsong couldn't help but say, "This bowl of pickled cabbage and yellow croaker noodles was passed down by my grandma. When I was a child, I often went to Yifan's house, and Yifan's grandma often made noodles like this."
After hearing what Yue Qingsong said, Zhuang Daozhong and Shi Jinbin looked at Feng Jiandong together.
Feng Jiandong caught their eyes and nodded with a smile: "Yes, Yifan's grandmother does make it often."
Feng Jiandong then added: "Our hometown is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and river fish is quite common, so my mother is really good at cooking fish. When I was young, I also particularly liked to eat the fish cooked by my mother."
After hearing this, Zhuang Daozhong nodded, and then the old man smiled and said to Su Jinrong: "Jinrong, it seems that Yifan's cooking skills were taught by his grandmother."
When Feng Ruoruo heard her great-grandfather calling her father "child," the little girl leaned over and said, "Great-grandfather, you are not right."
Mr. Zhuang looked at the little girl in surprise: "Oh? What did great-grandfather say wrong?"
Feng Ruoruo continued, "Dad is an adult, he is not a child. Ruoruo is the child."
This sentence stunned everyone present, and Zhuang Daozhong was also stunned at first.
After a while of silence, Lu Cuiling was the first to laugh: "Hahaha, oh little thing, you are getting more and more talkative. You still don't allow me to call daddy a 'child'?"
Feng Ruoruo turned her head and pouted at her grandmother: "Yes, Dad is an adult, not a child."
Lu Cuiling said cheerfully: "But your dad is still a child in the eyes of your grandparents, because he is your grandparents' child, and he is also a child in the eyes of your great-grandfather."
This conversation between the grandparents and grandchildren brought Zhuang Daozhong back to his senses and he understood what the little girl meant.
Mr. Zhuang then laughed: "Hahaha, I was wrong. I forgot that Feng Yifan is already Feng Ruoruo's father, so he can't be considered a child."
These words made everyone present react, and all the adults laughed at once.
At this moment, I felt that this little girl Feng Ruoruo was really interesting.
Even some diners in the restaurant were amused by the little girl's words.
"Hahaha, the boss's daughter is so cute."
"He is a small boss who will become the boss of this century-old brand in the future. Of course he is very smart."
"Hahaha, yes, that's right, young boss will be the boss here in the future."
"That's right, don't treat me like a child and think you can fool me with anything."
“It’s really fun. It’s a joy to eat here.”
"Of course, one of the main features of Su Ji nowadays is our happy little boss."
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After receiving everyone's praise, Feng Ruoruo felt embarrassed. She quickly ran back to her grandmother and dived into her arms.
Lu Cuiling hugged her granddaughter and said cheerfully, "What's wrong? Why are you embarrassed? Everyone is praising you."
Feng Ruoruo was unwilling to come out of her grandmother's arms: "No, everyone says that I don't want it."
When Lu Cuiling heard her granddaughter's words, she raised her head and said to everyone, "Eat your meals well and stop talking about our young boss, or I will stop doing business with you in the future."
Hearing grandma's words, everyone couldn't help laughing again.
The joyful atmosphere in the restaurant really makes diners feel very happy.
As time went by, lunch time passed quickly, and those diners who came to play because they were out playing on the weekend naturally felt a little regretful.
However, everyone still respected Su Ji’s rules, and when they saw that the proofs were ready at noon, they chose to leave.
The brothers Yue Qingsong and Yue Yibai were a little puzzled when they saw that the restaurant would suspend business for a while in the afternoon.
Yue Qingsong did not ask his doubts directly.
But Yue Yibai was young after all, so he asked directly about his doubts.
"The restaurant is doing so well, why do we have to suspend business at noon?"
Hearing this question, Shi Jinbin spoke on behalf of Su Jinrong, "This is Su Ji's rule. We are open from noon to 2:30 in the afternoon because our cooks also need to rest and prepare ingredients for the evening business."
Yue Yibai still didn't quite understand: "But, since business is so good, why don't you stay open until the evening?"
Zhuang Daozhong spoke up this time: "This is what we call business. You can't do it to the extreme. You have to leave some room for yourself."
Seeing Yue Yibai fell into deep thought, Zhuang Daozhong gave some explanations.
“Think about it, if Su Ji keeps selling noodles and fried rice for lunch, what will happen to the ingredients for dinner
Also, is there anyone coming in for lunch now?"
When asked this by Mr. Zhuang, the brothers Yue Qingsong and Yue Yibai looked around and found that indeed no one came in for lunch.
Especially after 2:30, only a few people come.
After all, Yue Qingsong is older and has studied and worked in the city, so he understood what Mr. Zhuang meant.
"I understand. Instead of wasting time after lunch for a few scattered guests, it is better to rest after lunch and then use the time to prepare food for the evening. This will make dinner more complete."
Zhuang Daozhong nodded: "Yes, that's the truth."
Shi Jinbin added: "When I was at Su Ji, the master would only open for business after six o'clock."
Yue Yibai asked curiously, "Does it have to be that late?"
Yue Qingsong answered helpfully: "After six o'clock, it's almost dinner time."
Yue Yibai then asked: "What about now?"
Feng Yifan happened to come out from the kitchen at this time, and replied with a smile: "We start at five o'clock in the afternoon, but basically the guests come around six o'clock."
When Yue Yibai saw Feng Yifan coming out, he immediately said, "Brother Yifan, your bowl of noodles is really delicious."
Feng Yifan smiled and asked back: "Is it as delicious as the noodles my grandma made when you were at my house before?"
Yue Yibai was stunned for a moment, scratching his head embarrassedly: "Brother Yifan, I have forgotten the taste of the noodles made by my grandma."
Actually, this is not surprising, after all, Yue Yibai was still a little young at the time.
Yue Qingsong took over his brother's words and said seriously: "Yes, I think it tastes the same as what grandma made. Yifan, you really didn't let grandma down."
Feng Yifan felt sad when he heard his childhood friend mention his grandmother and said that he did not let his grandmother down.
"Oh, it's a pity that grandma didn't see it."
These words are full of longing for grandma.
The atmosphere in the restaurant seemed to freeze in an instant.
Su Ruoxi walked to her husband's side, reached out her hand and gently stroked her husband's arm, silently comforting him.
With his wife's warm comfort, Feng Yifan quickly adjusted his mood.
Then, Feng Yifan smiled and said to Yue Qingsong: "Qingsong, have you seen my daughter? How is she? Do you think my daughter is much cuter than your son?"
When Yue Qingsong heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and said, "Is this comparable?"
Feng Yifan smiled again and asked, "Why is there no comparison?"
Yue Qingsong said a little depressed: "You also said that my family has a son, and my son is about to go to middle school, how can he be cute?"
Feng Yifan laughed: "Hahaha, my daughter is still the cutest."
Su Ruoxi was also amused by her husband. She reached out and patted him gently: "Is there anyone who keeps praising his daughter like you? Then why didn't you come out and go upstairs to coax your daughter to sleep?"
After lunch, it was indeed a difficult task to coax three little girls, Feng Ruoruo, Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei, to sleep.
Since they were not in kindergarten, the three little girls were having a lot of fun in the restaurant, so they were not sleepy at all.
Although they went upstairs obediently, it was not so easy to get them to sleep.
After a long time of coaxing, the three little girls finally fell asleep.
Feng Yifan heard his wife's words, hugged her and said, "Actually, if you don't want to sleep at noon, let them play for a while down there, and then sleep together at night."
Su Ruoxi scolded: "You just spoil your daughter. You allow her to do whatever she wants. She has developed a lot of bad habits because of you. Let's see what you can do."
Hearing Su Ruoxi's scolding words, everyone started laughing, and they all felt that Feng Yifan really doted on his daughter a little too much. But no one thought there was anything wrong with that.
Yue Qingsong said unconvincedly at this time: "Don't be so proud, my second child is about to be born, and I will definitely have a daughter who is as lovely as your Ruoruo."
Feng Yifan smiled and asked, "You just knew it was a daughter?"
Yue Qingsong said seriously: "It must be, a son and a daughter, just right."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "You are so bold. I can only wish you..."
He deliberately paused here. When Yue Qingsong saw Feng Yifan pause, he instantly became nervous and even stared at him with wide eyes.
He looked as if he would fight you to death if you dared to say anything wrong.
The others also looked at Feng Yifan in surprise.
After a pause, Feng Yifan finally said, "Don't be nervous. I am going to wish you all the best."