Looking at Bo Zhifeng's eyes again, Xu Qingcheng felt that this person was teasing himself. Thinking of it, Xu Qingcheng was a little annoyed: "Are you laughing at me?"

"I dare not." Bo Zhi smiled.

Xu Qingcheng pinched the man's arm hard, but the thin thighs just didn't hurt or itchy, letting Xu Qingcheng be presumptuous here.

Xu Qingcheng likes this kind of thing, as if he can unconditionally expose his emotions to Bo Zhifeng without hiding them.

The smile in Bo Zhifeng's eyes became deeper and deeper, and soon the car stopped at the back door of a Chaoshan Porridge near Chinatown.

"Yes, we Chinese are the most diligent. Foreigners don't open the door, but they still open the door!" Xu Qingcheng realized it later.

Bo Zhifu nodded and got out of the car and opened the door for Xu Qingcheng.

Xu Qingcheng still has 100,000 Whys: "But why do you park at the back door? Isn't there a parking lot? It's all the cars here, so it's not good for you to park here?"

Xu Qingcheng looked up at Bo Zhifu. Bo Zhifu smiled silently, and did not explain the question immediately. Xu Qingcheng looked even more confused.

In this situation, a person suddenly walked out of the kitchen, wearing the chef's clothes, and when he saw Bo Zhifu, the other party was slightly stunned.

As if it was an accident, it seemed incredible. He snatched out the cigarette butts and walked quickly towards the direction of Bo Zhifu: "Is it you? Zhifu?"

"Uncle Weng, it's me." Bo Zhi smiled.

Uncle Weng was obviously very happy and nodded, and then Uncle Weng's eyes fell on Xu Qingcheng: "Is this your wife?"

Bo Zhifu smiled: "Yes, take my wife back to Boston for a walk."

"Come in, come in, come in, there are people outside, are you still sitting at the small table? Do you want to do it yourself?" Uncle Weng asked with a smile.

"It's okay, I'll do it myself." Bo Zhixu also laughed.

Xu Qingcheng looked quietly. During the conversation between the two, it was obvious that they were very familiar with each other, but Xu Qingcheng couldn't figure out why Bo Zhifu was so familiar with a person who opened a restaurant.

In Xu Qingcheng's view, even if Bo Zhifu studied in Boston, he should be a luxury, rather than a need to do anything.

But Xu Qingcheng was so clever that he didn't speak.

Uncle Weng has already set up the small table, right inside the kitchen, which is very clean and has no strange smell.

Xu Qingcheng was not a picky person, so he sat down with Uncle Weng's hand.

"Zhi Fu has a good vision." Uncle Weng smiled, "You and Zhi Fug are very compatible."

Xu Qingcheng smiled: "Thank you, Uncle Weng."

"I'm telling the truth. I've known Zhifu for more than 20 years. I've known him since he started studying abroad here. In the blink of an eye, it's been so fast for so many years." Uncle Weng sighed a little.

Xu Qingcheng didn't interrupt Uncle Weng and just listened quietly.

That was Bo Zhifeng's past, and it was also a past that Xu Qingcheng didn't know. Xu Qingcheng was naturally interested.

"Don't you think that although Zhifu was born in a wealthy family, he had no airs at all. The situation in his family was also very complicated. His grandfather was very strict with his education. Apart from tuition and accommodation, the rest of the part was depended on himself when he became an adult." Uncle Weng smiled, "So Zhifu has been working with me since he was eighteen."
Chapter completed!