In the end, An Zining was severely scolded by his old man on the phone.
An Zining probably didn't want to avoid it and didn't think anyone could hear clearly, so Ye Shuang, who was next to him, naturally listened to the whole process involuntarily. After the whole phone call, Ye Shuang had one final thought - this business is extremely good for Anjia. Familiar.
Although the old man who was training the man was heartbroken, he did not get angry. Although the tamed An Zining obeyed the promise, he was obviously used to it... It seems that this kind of thing happened to people more than once or twice...
After casually answering and cooperating with the old man's scolding, An Zining cut off the phone and walked to a store in time: "This breakfast is good. Their Cantonese morning tea is the best in this city. It is absolutely authentic. Just Here?!"
"..." Do you still remember what was said on the phone just now? !
Ye Shuang was so convinced that he could scold him, he could scold him, he could train him when the breeze blew over the hills, and the bright moon could shine on the river... He had to be scolded many times before he could achieve such a high level.
However, An Zining's personality was unreliable, but the store he chose to introduce was really good.
Ye Shuang is a small citizen. In the first twenty years of his life, he never had the opportunity to enter such a high-consumption place, and he couldn't tell the difference between what is authentic and what is not.
But based on her extremely sensitive sense of taste, the taste on her tongue is obviously worthy of the price.
The shrimp dumplings are sweet and delicious, smooth and elastic. The translucent outer skin is as white as snow and as thin as paper, and the whole shrimp wrapped is vaguely visible, almost coming out of the skin.
The siu mai skin is thin and rich in fillings, fragrant and glutinous, the rice rolls are smooth, delicate and delicious, the barbecued pork buns have a soft skin and the fillings are sweet, salty and delicious...
Ever since the degree of genetic optimization and fusion has increased, Ye Shuang's appetite has simply dropped again and again.
It's not that she's picky, it's mainly because once her taste buds become sensitive, all kinds of shortcomings appear in the food she used to eat.
For example, Ye Shuang used to like to eat at a barbecue stall on East Street near her home. The kebabs served at that stall were spicy, cheap and plentiful, and they have always been popular with nearby residents... But what about after genetic optimization? ! When Ye Shuang ate it again, she could only feel that the meat was a bit expired and rotten, the ground peanuts in the chili powder were a bit wet and moldy, there were too many spices and the layers were not clear, and there was even a chemical smell in the meat...
After explaining the situation with tears streaming down their faces, the Ye family of four silently abandoned the stall.
In a place like Great China where waste oil and various chemical agents dominate the market, Ye Shuang has basically said goodbye to most of the food outside. Even if the food at home is rough in craftsmanship, at least the ingredients are fresh. It was really hard to find a restaurant where she could eat... Before she met An Zining, Ye Shuang originally planned to just buy a bowl of plain porridge.
Of course, it has to be the kind without thickener...
It seems that expensive restaurants do have their own benefits. Whether it was the place where Fang Mo entertained guests last time or the restaurant that An Zining chose this time, it was rare for Ye Shuang to find a good place to eat well.
So even if you are thinking about three meals in the future, making money must be put on the agenda, or should you hone your cooking skills? ! Thinking about it, with my current physical coordination and sensitive five senses, this task shouldn't be too difficult...
Ye Shuang was moved and thinking while eating, completely unaware that the people around her were almost stunned by the pile of dishes piled high on her table - although the portion of Cantonese morning tea is indeed not that much, But it can’t hold so many plates!
An Zining, who was at the same table, was also dumbfounded for a moment, and then said happily: "Do martial arts practitioners have such a good appetite?!"
A person who practices martial arts... Ye Shuang drew a black line, silently thinking whether it was too late to emphasize his gentleness now: "... Haha, Sister An is really good at joking. In fact, I just practice casually, and I am not considered a martial arts practitioner." Ye Shuang smiled a little stiffly, trying hard to save her image, at least not to be considered a tomboy.
"I understand, I understand. Experts like you like to be humble and low-key." An Zining waved his hands indifferently, and then struggled to think of an adjective: "Well... I remember it seems to be called pretending to be B, right?!"
"..." You were taught Chinese by your physical education teacher, right
Ye Shuang had no intention of having a close relationship with An Zining. It didn't mean that he was a bad person, nor did she turn her back on him after getting the benefits. The key issue was that there was no possibility for two people with unequal status to get along as equals.
This time she helped the other person by chance, but this kind of kindness cannot last forever, especially An Zining himself has a relatively strong personality and is easily provoked.
For example, a casual word from the other person's brother can make her fall over. Although this small thing may not be a big deal to An Zining, what would happen if the person next to the other person made a "casual" comment to An Zining? !
Fang Mo, on the other hand, is of a different type from An Zining. The former has a mature and independent mind, and his temperament is more tolerant than the latter. Even if they fall out, they will not be vindictive. This is why Ye Shuang has no pressure to get along with him. reason.
After finishing the meal, Fang Mo also called in. The real estate agent and the housing ownership registration center often communicated, and it couldn't be easier to go through a transfer.
In just a short while, Ye Shuang's name was already recorded in the small suite where An Zining went to make a scene.
After eating and saying goodbye, An Zining's phone rang again. As soon as Ye Shuang stood up, she heard a male voice coming from the phone: "Sister, grandpa just..."
While answering the phone, An Zining waved goodbye to Ye Shuang. Ye Shuang smiled and left without saying anything.
She couldn't get involved in the affairs of wealthy people. (To be continued)