Group meal, a table of ten people, counted by head, Zhang Leyue and others together ordered ten hot dishes, five cold dishes, one soup, and one dessert.
After Ye Susu finalized the menu with them, some dishes were prepared from the night before.
Even Song Yiran helped out.
But even so, today there are four tables of people, more than forty hot dishes, and Ye Susu chatting in front will delay the serving of the dishes.
"Okay, let's go, baby, let's go to the back kitchen."
Ye Susu heard Zai Zai's words clearly, and took his hand to go back to the kitchen.
Her words were louder than a child's voice.
As soon as Mrs. Zhang heard it, she felt a sense of intimacy.
The child's mother's tone was too familiar to her.
Isn't this the mother in the live broadcast room
Thinking about it, she immediately threw Zhang Leyue's hand aside, "Hush."
Zhang Leyue couldn't figure it out.
What the fuck is shush
In public, what about the quality of a wealthy wife
But he didn't react, and Mrs. Zhang didn't care about him, her eyes were all on the two mother and son.
Looking at it, I was surprised and happy, and the face was full of the luck and excitement of ordinary people who won the big lottery.
"Cub... baby..."
She murmured.
Zhang Leyue finally looked in the direction of her mother's line of sight.
He only saw Ye Susu turn around.
But after all, she was engaged in writing business, he observed carefully, and immediately found a small furry head beside her waist.
Zhang Leyue blinked suddenly, reached out and rubbed the corners of her eyes.
What, what did he see
As soon as he was distracted, he saw that little furry head happened to turn around, looking at them with some curiosity, revealing a cute little face with pure white and soft, shiny black eyes.
The little guy's gaze directly met his gaze, and he was obviously stunned for a moment, like a little milk cat, flashed a little uncomfortable, but soon opened his small mouth to him, softly smiled.
A pair of beautiful shallow dimples hang on the cheeks.
The little guy stroked the hair on his head shyly.
"Hello, Uncle."
The little milk voice is quite energetic, cute and a little manly.
Zhang Leyue opened her mouth and paused for a second, "You, hello... ah!"
He called out the last syllable.
Because Mrs. Zhang pinched her son directly in jealousy.
It wasn't until Ye Susu's mother and son returned to the kitchen that Zhang Leyue couldn't help gnashing her teeth, "What's wrong with you?"
"Why did the little guy say hello to you, why didn't he say hello to me?"
Mrs. Zhang is so jealous!
Especially when the little guy turned his head and smiled at Zhang Leyue just now, that smile was too sweet, his white and soft face was so cute, so cute and soft that she wanted to hug her.
In winter, he was wearing a long black down jacket, covering from the neck to the bottom of the squat, and the short legs appeared even shorter.
The white and clean little guy, with short legs, walks and holds his mother's hand, and the dull hair on his head flickers.
This small appearance really made it difficult for Mrs. Zhang to breathe.
At this time, Mrs. Zhang felt that she could finally understand why Xu Yuan hid from her the story of seeing the little guy's Band-Aid.
Because of this kind of good thing, it will definitely drive other friends who have heard of it but never met it.
Isn't this annoying
It's annoying for her to see her son now.
"Because I saw him, he called me."
"I saw him too."
"Because I'm sitting opposite him."
"Change positions."
"..."
Zhang Leyue was stunned, and the others were not much better.
At his table, except for Mrs. Zhang, the other trio, the gardener, and the language and sports group were all dumbfounded.
"Who is that kid?"
"Did the proprietress just call that child... cub?"
"What's the relationship between that child and the proprietress?"
The little hearts of a bunch of single dogs are crumbling.
Zhang Leyue finally regained some sanity, and only then did she realize the key.
"I know the answer to this question."
Mrs. Zhang raised her hand excitedly.
Nothing, it can be more exciting than discussing idols with other people.
"Mother-child relationship, the proprietress is the child's mother, that's what the child called her just now."
But as soon as she said that, the dreams others had had for so long were shattered.
"what??"
"Do not!"
"This is impossible!"
All single dogs have thought about the proprietress once, although they don't say that they come to eat for the proprietress, but who hasn't eaten while admiring her beauty
The lovely proprietress is the antidote for their exhausted work.
Coupled with the addition of delicious and fresh food, Miaomiao Restaurant is almost their spiritual sustenance.
"Back then, I thought the cubs mentioned by the proprietress were cats and dogs."
Li Duo was in pain.
"Me too, hey, as expected, beauties are creatures who have their own masters, and dicks can't have them."
Chen Xiaofei was also emotional.
While they were talking, a tall and straight figure walked past the table.
He was wearing a mask, black-rimmed glasses, a chef's hat, and a white chef's uniform.
"Excuse me, the food is served."
"Fried meatballs, stir-fried vermicelli with sauerkraut."
His voice is low and sweet, somewhat different from ordinary waiters and chefs.
The bachelor, who was mourning the loss of his dream, couldn't help but glance at him.
Seeing this makes me sad.
The person who served the food could not see the facial features clearly, but he was tall and tall, with two large dishes in one hand, he was steady and his voice was a bit magnetic and melodious.
They lost.
They can't even compare to the temporary waiter next to the proprietress, how dare they think about the beauty of the proprietress
"You can only watch from a distance and dare not play with it."
Li Duowen recited a line of poetry to mourn his love that ended before it had time to begin.
In grief, he picked up a chopstick of sauerkraut fried vermicelli, put it into his mouth, and chewed it out of anger.
On the spot, I cried.
Sour!
This bite made my heart sour.
"Li..."
Mrs. Zhang next to her opened her red lips slightly, and almost called out a certain name, but when her son looked over, she hurriedly closed her mouth again.
She quickly picked up a croquette, hiding her surprise.
The live broadcast kid was indeed Xu Yuan's grandson, and his father chased after him.
As early as in the live broadcast, she heard that Bao's mother and the child's father had a dewy relationship five years ago, and now it seems that Li Jun is still chasing him very closely.
Yes, Zai Zai is so cute.
If Li Jun doesn't want this child, she can also let Zhang Leyue take over.
After thinking about it, Mrs. Zhang naturally lowered her head, elegantly placed the croquettes in a small bowl, scooped them up with a spoon, covered her mouth with a tissue in her side hand, and took a small bite gracefully.
Originally, she was thinking about something, but suddenly she was taken aback by the taste of the hot croquettes.
The meatballs are made of chopped pork mince, three parts fat and seven parts thin. They are slowly fried in an oil pan with medium and low heat until they are golden and crispy, and the outside is not burnt.
Bite down, although the elasticity is average, but the core inside is tender and fragrant, soft and delicious, and somewhat hot to the mouth.
This meatball has also been improved a bit, adding some eggs, lotus root foam, and shrimp paste, which is delicious and crispy, not greasy at all.
Mrs. Zhang ate half of one. As usual, she would politely eat the rest and put down her chopsticks.
But today she couldn't hold back, she ate one, like an addiction, and went to pick up the second one.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be, but she is really more diligent than Zhang Leyue next to her when she sets the chopsticks.
Because when she was sitting upright, she heard a voice from a table behind her.
"Ma'am, it was your son just now, wow, isn't he so cute?"
There are female family members who praise.
Ye Susu quickly responded with a smile, "Well, how about this croquette? Is it delicious? My Zaizai helped make several croquettes."
When Mrs. Zhang heard this, she hurriedly looked at the plate of meatballs on the table, and it turned out that they were crooked and not round.
Her eyes lit up, and her mouth was full of fragrance.
It seemed that what I ate just now was not croquettes, but the fairy peaches given by the Queen Mother.
Without needing Zhang Leyue's words, she quickly picked up two more small balls and put them into her bowl.
While eating, he happily poked the balls with chopsticks, looking left and right.
"Mom, pay attention to your image."
The wealthy wife had sex with a croquette with no technical content, this... Zhang Leyue felt that her mother was exaggerating.
Mrs. Zhang glared at him.
"What do you know? Looking at this croquette, do you think it is particularly cute? Look carefully."
"It's not very round, the proprietress made a mistake."
"Hey, what's so strange about roundness? Look at these two little corners, don't they look like little ears? They're so cute."
"..."
Zhang Leyue looked at it for a long time, but didn't see it.
Abstract paintings are also prettier than this meatball.
"Mom, it's fine. Even if you support me in writing the script, you don't have to actively give me material like this. It's fake."
Mrs. Zhang ignored him angrily.
But she just felt that the two irregular-shaped balls in the bowl looked so fresh and beautiful.
It's like a small and delicate flower bud grows out of a group of coquettish sluts, it's charming and delicious.
She looked at it and felt a little reluctant to eat it.
"I need a picture, son. You get the filter out for me."
"...???"
And over there, the tall and tall waiter followed Ye Susu into the back kitchen, and quickly exchanged glances with her.
"Hey, I'm almost done with this salmon, take it out for me later."
"it is good."
"Mom, is your specialty stewed fish ready soon? Let Gao Da...cough, this temporary worker bring it out."
As Ye Susu said, she covered the corner of her mouth.
Song Yiran put down the spoon, and quickly looked back at the two of them.
"Ok."
Song Yiran nodded slightly towards the tall and straight figure.
"Young man, come and help me hold the fish."
"I'll teach you how to put on a plate."