1046: C1046 Grandpa Can't

C1046 Grandpa Can't

The Hundred Phoenix Pavilion had breakfast as usual.

The customers who came to eat breakfast started chatting while they were waiting in line.

"Another Chef He Guo came to cause trouble. "

"Chef from He Country is a little frequent recently?"

"I heard that the healthy and healthy Jiro is back again. He even applied for a strengthened class in Mandarin. "

"He intends to stay here permanently. "

"That's what he means. This guy rented a house on the street across the gourmet street. He lives right below my house. He keeps thinking about getting off the blacklist every day. "

"Isn't his blacklist effective for at least a year?"

"Then tell him not to worry. Anyway, he will be able to eat Brother Song's dishes in a year. "

At least half a year.

He could see that he could not eat it. Just thinking about it made him feel pain. It was better to give the pain to someone else. It would be great if they could happily eat Brother Song's food.

"I heard that Ozawa is a big villain this time. "

"He has a lot of influence in He Country. "

"I went to the morning exercise this morning and saw the big villain running with Brother Song. He kept talking to Brother Song. "

"How could he disturb Brother Song?"

"I don't think so. The aunties of the neighborhood committee made a move and stopped the big villain outside. They said that they must ensure that they are not within five meters of the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion. They strictly abide by the public order and are not allowed to cause trouble. Otherwise, he is not allowed to enter the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion. "

Nozawa was furious. He was actually being held back by a few old aunties.

"Kongming, if you don't let us in, we will leave. I don't care to taste the boring food made by these bored Huaxia people. "

Nozawa Kongming said: "Grandpa, only you are not allowed, I can go in"

He didn't cause any trouble.

"You can go back to the hotel. I will go to Hundred Phoenix Pavilion to eat breakfast. I will tell you what the menu is when I come back. "

Nozawa Kongming happily ran to the queue and waited for his meal.

Only Nozawa and Izawa were left alone in the wind.

He had been betrayed by his grandson.

But it was strange. No matter what, he couldn't go in and eat. Why was he even more upset now?

He probably didn't know that there was a saying that if there was no comparison, there would be no harm.

The breakfast time of Hundred Phoenix Pavilion ended. Taking advantage of the fact that it was the weekend, he took out the lottery box.

"There are identical colored balls inside. Everyone can take them out at will. If you pick a rainbow colored one, you can order some desserts. "

The desserts in Yang Soong's shop finally had their own status, and they were printed out on the menu.

"Today is the day I get the cake for the next half a month. I have decided at the last minute to increase the number of cakes to 33. "

Someone asked: "Brother Song, why is it thirty-three?"

"The Buddhists say that people form karma for three lifetimes, and can obtain karma. In other words, the greatest fate between people is the three lifetimes. Let's take a auspicious sign and hope that the customers can have the longest fate with the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion. "

"Well said!"

Many customers applauded and cheered!

There was also the rain-dancing team to liven up the mood.

Those who wanted to eat the cake could go to the lottery.

Those who got the lottery were naturally lucky and received a lot of cheers.

Those who had won the white ball were disappointed but also comforted.

Yang Soong moved a chair and sat at the door and started to distribute the candied fruits.

Hawthorn, strawberries, bananas, yam beans. Tangerine, pickles, holy fruits, macaque peaches, and so on were all strung up by him with bamboo sticks and placed in the fridge. They were sparkling, translucent, and extraordinarily beautiful.

"It smells good too. It must be delicious. "

Yang Soong sent sugar gourds to every person who did not manage to draw a stick, as a form of comfort.

Everyone received the candied fruits from different fruits randomly and exchanged them for food.

"Brother, I want to try that strawberry of yours. "

"Okay, give me one of your kiwi peaches. "

"Actually, I prefer the classic hawthorn. "

"That's great. I can trade this Saint Lady Fruit with you. "

. . .

Not only that, the scene was also filled with various colored bubbles.

"Isn't it very sweet?" There were men and women who had seen each other many times but were too embarrassed to greet each other. Because they exchanged candied fruits, they said the first sentence.

"Yeah, this candied fruit is too delicious. It's sour, sweet, and delicious, and it's also crispy. Eating it doesn't take much effort at all. It doesn't drop dregs, but it naturally turns into dregs in the mouth. It's really too delicious. " As the girl spoke, she couldn't help but stick out her little tongue and lick her lips.

"Then try this hawthorn with walnut kernels. It's even more delicious. "

"Okay, you eat it too!"

The sky started to chat just like that.

Some people were chatting. They started to take pictures and post them on their WeChat Moments.

However, most people posted clean bamboo sticks.

There was also a sentence - I've never tasted such delicious candied fruits before. This was the taste of childhood. In a second, I returned to the time when I was the most carefree.

"There are still people who haven't finished eating, and Brother Song hasn't finished sending messages. We can take pictures of other people's candied fruits and post them on our WeChat Moments. "

"That makes sense!"

"Brother, you're really too quick-witted. "

"Don't speak, quickly take a picture!"0

There were also parents who were taking care of their children, as well as their children who were accompanying their parents. Each of them had a bunch of candied fruits.

"This is my first time eating this. It was sixty years ago. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed. "

"This tanghulu looks good. The sugar juice is good too. It's sweet and not greasy. This is the taste. I haven't eaten it for so many years. "

"I've never thought of eating this candied gourd before. I really want to eat it. "

Many old men with white hair and snow-white hair said with tears flowing down their faces:

"This is the taste. This is the taste. This was the taste I had when I was a child! At that time, in order to eat one more, I even beat up my cousin. "

"Hahaha, I beat up my brother because he snatched my candied fruits. Stinking brat. "

"I'm still young. I even have a grandson in the blink of an eye. "

"Grandson and granddaughter, are you still thinking about eating chocolate? How can that be as delicious as candied fruits?"

. . .

There were old men and young middle-aged men holding their own candied gourd.

"When I went to school, my mom bought me candied fruits as long as I got two hundred in my exams. A string of hawthorn fruits and a string of hawthorn fruits were dipped in melon seeds. At that time, I studied hard not for college, not for anyone else, just for the two candied fruits. It was so sweet. It's been more than ten years. Thinking about it now, it was still sweet. "

"Every New Year, my family would buy me a tanghulu when they buy couplets. In the morning, under the sun, I would eat the tanghulu and tell them which side was higher and which side was lower. My whole family would listen to me!"

"In the past, under the school's jade orchid tree, I bought three skewers of candied fruits for my first love to confess. "

"Did I fail or did I succeed?"

"I was caught by the teacher, and I took all the blame. I wrote three thousand words of self-reflection, and my hands were sore. I was very happy. "

"First love agreed to you?"

"No, I wrote a thousand words to eat a tanghulu, a thousand words to eat a tanghulu, three tanghulu to write three thousand words. I've never been so well-read before. I'm not. I wrote a thousand words to eat a tanghulu, a thousand words to eat a tanghulu, and a thousand words to eat three tanghulu to write three thousand words. "

"I'm a painter, the first painting to win an elementary school award. I drew a tanghulu. It's been a long time since I've eaten a tanghulu. "

. . .

It was no exaggeration to say that in China, almost everyone had a candied gourd in their childhood memories.

Yang Soong gave the last few sticks to Shen Huaizhao and the others, and a string of candied fruits specially carved into heart-shaped candied fruits were given to Meng Shihan.

En, Meng Shihan leaned in his arms and held his hand. She ate one by herself and fed him one.

Sweet in her mouth, beautiful in her heart.

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