Today's Huatang is no longer the sore and unable to eat her yesterday.
The evil cat has been upgraded, and knows how to make strategies in advance, so it comes prepared with fresh hawthorn.
Uncle Security's hometown is not too far away, and the logistics is extremely fast.
After a late rest, a courier contacted Erpeng in the morning, and the delivery was signed for.
After getting enough sleep in the holiday villa, I didn't feel the exquisiteness of the garden. The soft and supportive bed was fully used, and everyone regained their vitality.
After driving to the Hong Kong-style restaurant again, the pedestrians went straight to yesterday's box.
The clerk is probably very rare. Customers who really bring fresh hawthorn come here, but they must keep their promises in business. She approached the store manager and measured the single fruit according to the regulations. After seeing that all of them met the requirements, she agreed to come down and help process them. into hawthorn snowballs.
It may be that when the security uncle contacted his relatives, he specifically told him that although there were not many hawthorns sent over, maybe less than a kilogram, but each one was intact and round. If the raw materials were not limited, they would be used to make hawthorn pastries. all will do.
When processing the hawthorn, it happened to allow Huatang to taste the food again. Based on yesterday's tasting experience, they fine-tuned a few dishes, and Huatang finally made up for yesterday's regret. Erpeng and the others ate them separately.
The evil cats are waiting to eat the hawthorns they provide, and the hawthorn snowballs they make~
In order to restore as much as possible to the meal yesterday, Huatang waited for Gu Yusheng and the others to sit in the same position as before, then raised her paw and pushed Erpeng.
"Brother Gu, is Mr. Mao going to let Xiaopengzi serve me for dinner today?" Huatang usually only wants Brother Gu to help her pick up the vegetables and collect the bowls, but Lin Qing and the others don't let him touch it. Unexpectedly, today, a surprise came. So suddenly, Mr. Mao is willing to take care of Erpeng.
The man's hospitality is probably the result of the sudden big inner supervisor, flattering himself and calling himself Xiaopengzi.
But it was obvious that Huatang blocked her small bowl and did not let Erpeng take over, continuing to push him with her front paws.
Fang Yan and Lin Qing were also at a loss, not knowing what Huatang was going to do, so Gu Yusheng helped explain and asked Erpeng to repeat the joke he told at dinner yesterday.
Hua Tang nodded in agreement, then looked back at Yu Sheng's hand, waiting to hear the joke in a good mood.
Mr. Cat, this is a pig's heart!
Yesterday, seeing the black cat closing itself into cakes, Erpeng and the others deliberately asked the shop assistants to ask them to come to the bowl of pretty boys.
In Hong Kong-style restaurants, rice is called pretty boy, and white porridge is called pretty girl. Erpeng and the others call it so to tease the cat.
Unexpectedly, Huatang was in a bad state yesterday and didn't get any jokes, but today she asked to do it all over again, seeing Erpeng and the others call for a bowl of rice, and they succeeded in doing evil every day.
"Let's get angry again!" Erpeng, who were able to play happily with Huatang, naturally didn't get angry, and started to chatter again.
Before the dishes were served, I had rice and porridge first. It wasn't enough, and I happily ordered a porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. If it wasn't for the fact that they always called the clerk to blame for causing trouble, they were going to show Huatang Next, what is flying sand and milk.
While Huatang and the others were dining happily, the owner of the Hong Kong-style restaurant was stopped by his son.
"Dad, just let the chef in the store do it. What are you running around for?"
The owner's family name is Long. He came back from Hong Kong more than ten years ago to open a restaurant. The business is getting better and better, but the habit of giving hawthorn snowballs has not changed.
"It's not far from this city, and I'll be there by car in a short time, why don't you take me there." Long Mingan smiled, seeing his son who was worried about his health frowning, he persuaded him in a soft voice.
Long Ming'an is almost fifty years old this year, and he has asthma since he was a child. When he was an apprentice with the chef, he lived a tiring and hard life, and the treatment was delayed, so he has not completely cured it now.
These years, he has become a boss with a little bit of money, and his family stopped him from letting Long Mingan enter the kitchen again, so as not to get sick again.
"I really can't stop you, forget it, I'll go drive." Long Jiaxin knew too well that his father looked easy to talk, but he was extremely stubborn in his nature, thinking that it would be useless even if he stopped him, he might as well follow him.
Forty or fifty years ago, affected by the domestic environment, a small number of people "escaped from Hong Kong".
When Long Mingan was six or seven years old, he was brought to Hong Kong by his mother through the way of a fellow villager.
It's just that, the mother brought him has nothing to do with the deep affection between mother and child. The woman who was prudent and prudent was bumped into by the youngest son when she was away from home. In order to avoid the child's trouble, she simply took him away. The money is gone.
With an unfamiliar environment and an incomprehensible language, Long Mingan was too young to do much work, and was sold to a chef who also escaped from Hong Kong, and became an apprentice for retirement.
The chef is not good to Long Mingan. After he is drunk, he is easy to beat him and scald him with boiling water. A child who is in trouble is not worthy of having a childhood. Barely able to restore the lives of ordinary people.
In the year when Hong Kong returned to China, Long Mingan returned to the mainland with his wife and started running a Hong Kong-style restaurant. The business became better and better, his children were excellent and sensible, and his life finally became smooth.
But Long Ming'an was still a little obsessed in his heart. He always wanted to know where his hometown was.
However, when his mother took him away, he was too young to remember anything. All he knew was that there was an old hawthorn tree on the back hill of the house. His brother would use a bamboo pole to drive away the birds every time, and then pick it off and share it with him. .
Over the years, Long Ming'an has also been to many famous hawthorn producing areas in China, and even invested in a few orchards, but none of them were the hometown in his impression.
Long Jiaxin felt sorry for his father's obsession with finding his hometown, but his attitude towards this matter was not optimistic.
Let’s not talk about a six-year-old child who has never gone to school or traveled far. How much memory does he have of his hometown? Even if he can meet the mother who sold him, he knows that this is a poor little boy who is not protected.
He felt that the reason why his father was so persistent in looking for his hometown was probably because he wanted to make up for his miserable childhood, but he didn't know that many things were broken and could not be made up. He was so sweet.
Seeing his son frowning while driving, and still disapproving, Long Mingan was happy and asked the store manager to process it first, and just leave him a few fresh hawthorns.
Children who have grown up under the care of their parents may not understand the unwillingness of orphans who have nothing in their hearts.
Long Mingan wasn't too demanding, he was determined to find his hometown, he just sent hawthorn snowballs to various branches, hoping to find that old hawthorn tree again.
A customer sent a good hawthorn, he went to have a look, if not, he would not be very disappointed, just wait for the next time.
Anyway, hawthorn snowballs are also delicious, and it is a special feature of their restaurant chain to give them to customers with sweet mouths.
When Long Ming'an and his son arrived, Huatang and the others were almost done eating. Dialect began to search for the next itinerary with his stomach full. He will be driving later, so check the road first.
"By the way, don't forget to go to the post office later, post a stamp and send the postcard." Lin Qing reminded, and then sighed, he really hasn't seen a stamp for many years. The last time he wrote a letter and posted a stamp was just now When he joined the army, He Erpeng used an envelope to write letters to his family.
"You're showing your age!"
Gu Yusheng and the others bought several types of postcards, some for holiday resorts, and some for commemorating city tours, and they were going to send them to Uncle Security.
The passers-by chatted for a while, and waited until the clerk delivered the processed hawthorn snowball, because the white icing was easy to melt and stick to the hands, the clerk added two more layers of packaging, and put an ice pack inside.
"Hey, thank you, it's so considerate." After the table dishes were finished, Huatang didn't have the stomach to eat the hawthorn snowball anymore, so she lazily jumped onto Gu Yusheng's shoulder, ready to take the hawthorn snowball, and continued to set off in the car.
"Guest, I'm sorry to bother you, but can I ask where the hawthorn comes from?" It may be that the quality of the hawthorn is really good. .
Feel like there is an extra way to get rich with fruits for Uncle Security’s hometown
Uncle Baoan’s hometown is not a well-known hawthorn producing area. There are so many branches of Hong Kong-style restaurants, and there is a lot of demand for fresh hawthorn, which can always be regarded as an income.
Gu Yusheng also mentioned it to the security uncle alone, and the uncle on the other side of the phone was also very happy, thinking it was quite good, there were not many hawthorn trees in his hometown, so he couldn't take orders from the fruit factory, but the hawthorn was very delicious. , it's just right to take an order from a restaurant.
"Mr. Mao, do you have any research on lottery tickets?" Dialect is driving, Lin Qing is the co-pilot responsible for guiding the driver and chatting with the driver, Erpeng sits in the back, looking at Huatang who has good fortune, he really wants to ask Hei Does the cat have research on the lottery.
The bonus of tens of millions is too high. He Erpeng is not a greedy gambler, he can get two or three million. After deducting the tax, he can change a set of equipment and buy a car. Wouldn't it be flattering.
Huatang turned her head to ignore him, Erpeng raised his hand to imitate the beckoning cat, it was so stupid, he stretched out his paw and poked the sweet shrimp, and the dog who flew over immediately brought Erpeng back to reality.
"Don't, don't bite your collar, Brother Gu, help me." Well, there is no hope for the lottery ticket yet, so Erpeng pays for a shirt first.
Huatang and the others were heading to their next destination, and Long Mingan arrived at Uncle Security's hometown with his son's displeased expression on his face.
Good hawthorns should be eaten fresh. After Long Mingan walked around the village twice, he saw the old hawthorn tree on the mountain behind the village.
"Village Chief, would you like to ask if this hawthorn tree is for sale? We can discuss the price."
Are the current foreign businessmen directly skipping the hawthorn and staring at the hawthorn tree? The village head, in his thirties, was in a daze, feeling that this question seemed familiar, and someone had mentioned it to him before.
"Is it the old hawthorn tree in the back mountain? Hey, that one won't do." The villagers have planted many fruit trees on their homesteads. The old hawthorn tree in the back mountain has been there for many years and originally belonged to the village.
But a few years ago, an elder who was almost the highest seniority in the village, after building roads for the village, bought the old hawthorn tree with the consent of all the villagers and took good care of it.
That's right, that elder is the uncle security guard who delivered hawthorn to Huatang and the others.
"Is it convenient for me to meet the old man?"
Hearing that his seniority was very high, Long Mingan thought it was a gray-haired old man, then saw the village head wave his hand, saying that this elder is not yet sixty, but he doesn't live in the village, so he can make a phone call for him.