The dishes at Chengji Kitchen take care of the wallets and appetites of the surrounding college students. They are large in quantity and affordable, with small profits but quick turnover.

Jiaodong has a bumper seafood harvest. The usual plating is to steam seven or eight kinds of shrimps, crabs and clams in a pot, and then spread them on a rectangular shallow plate.

The dish I had today was made in the same way. The only difference was that the store used a stainless steel basin the size of a washbasin and filled it with a whole basket of seafood, which was piled into a hill.

"The formation is big enough." Li Zhaohui took the horseradish and ginger vinegar brought by the waiter, "While it's hot, let's start cooking!"

When young people of the same age are together, they don't have to pay much attention to it. They just do the work and do whatever makes them feel comfortable.

Unlike when sitting at the same table with the older generation in some places in Shandong Province, even the seating arrangement must be strictly divided between the first and second leaders. The host and guest accompany the deputy host. The juniors have to stare at the rim of other people's teacups to see whose tea is

If there is less, I will be too busy to get up to add water, and I will not even eat a good meal.

For a moment, spoons and spoons clinked against bowls and basins. Regardless of whether the glass was filled with wine or juice, the sound of "cheers" was the most joyful and comfortable young voice.

Gu Jiaer eats and looks elegant, but is incompatible with them.

However, when a plate of fried snail meat was served, Gu Jiaer choked on a mouthful of red pepper in it. After sticking out her tongue and looking for water to relieve the spicy taste, she gradually relaxed her attitude and ate with everyone.

Jia'er had no worries about food and clothing since she was a child, and she followed her father Gu Yan and ate all kinds of delicious food. However, He City is located in the inland area, so the variety of seafood is certainly not as good as that of Haiqu City, which is close to the sea.

"I would like to become the angel you love in the fairy tale, open my hands and turn into wings to protect you..."

Gu Jiaer's cell phone rang. She took out her cell phone, only to find that many boys and girls around her were looking at their cell phones in their pockets.

"This song was really popular back then." Lu Man said to himself, a phenomenal song, almost as good as "My Dream" built in by a certain mobile phone brand in later generations. As soon as the chorus came out, half of the men on the subway got it.

Subconsciously I took out my cell phone.

"Hey...Dad, um, we are still outside and eating." Gu Jiaer answered the phone while covering the phone with one hand, glancing at Lu Man's face from time to time.

"I know, I'll take a picture of you right away and send it via MMS... OK, OK..."

"Oh, I didn't drink..."

When Ni Xiaoyu next to her heard this, she immediately tiptoed and put away the beer bottles in front of her.

"Dad, you are so long-winded and have so many questions. Do you want to call him and ask him directly?"

Lu Man's body tensed up and he waved his hands frantically at Gu Jia'er, indicating rejection.

Gu Jiaer's slender fingers blocked the mouthpiece of the phone and smiled narrowly: "When my father heard that he wanted to talk to you, he was so anxious that he couldn't say anything."

Lu Man leaned back in his chair and joked that he and Lao Nugu had nothing to talk about except dowry.

After actually talking to the old man, Lu Man probably just wanted to chat awkwardly: Uncle Gu, what's your last name? What a coincidence that you have the same last name as Jia'er, hahaha...

Gu Jiaer talked softly for a while, until she felt that it was a bit impolite to answer the phone in front of everyone, so she said a few hasty words and hung up the phone.

…

At the same time, the Gu family in Cao County, He City.

Gu Yan put down the receiver of the landline phone. He still used an antique dial phone at home. It had the aura of a rich man with shining gold. He thought it was tasteful.

Wen Yi's evaluation of this is two words: saucy.

After hanging up the phone, Gu Yan got up from the sofa, walked around three times, and then sat down again.

"Well -" He groaned, shook his head after a moment, stood up again, and walked to the living room.

"Aren't you tired of wandering around?"

In front of the small table in the living room, under the light of the desk lamp, Wen Yi wore thin-framed silver-rimmed glasses and was writing an essay.

Lingyi and Jiaer's appearance inherited Wen Yi's delicacy, and they were 70% similar to their mother Wen Yi.

When Wen Yi writes, she sits slightly sideways, with the grace of a middle-aged woman and the elegance of an intellectual education. Her demeanor and demeanor are like a modern woman wearing a traditional cheongsam who has stepped out of a silk painting.

Gu Yan's shuffling footsteps caused her thoughts to be interrupted repeatedly.

Wen Yi was really impatient: "When you're bored, go out and play mahjong. Don't be annoying at home. You're just like the God of Night. It's true."

"Am I bored?"

Gu Yan clasped his hands behind his back, his face full of anxiety: "Jia'er hasn't even been to Xiao Feng's house yet!"

Xiao Feng was Wen Yi's best friend in Haiqu City, and Wen Yi arranged for Gu Jia'er to live in her home.

"Didn't she just tell you that she was having dinner with new friends? You also saw the picture in the MMS message." Wen Yi closed the pen cap, "She has already gone out, so this little freedom must be given to her."

"I've only been there for half a day, what kind of friends can I make?"

Gu Yan tugged at his collar: "Tell me, could it be that she invited a passerby to temporarily set up a table for us, and she was actually eating alone with that kid?"

"You." Wen Yi said amusedly, "Not to mention that she hasn't inherited any of your cunningness, but Jia'er is very daring."

"Even if we have a meal alone with Lu Man, so what?"

"No, I won't feel at ease if she doesn't come to Xiao Feng's house."

At this time, Gu Lingyi came downstairs in her pajamas: "Mom, Dad, are you talking about Jia'er?"

Wen Yi glanced at her husband and said, "I just wanted to make a mockery of you, but now that Lingyi is here, I will save your face."

"Then tell me, Mom." Gu Lingyi smiled softly and covered her ears with her hands, "I won't listen."

Wen Yi also laughed and said, "Gu Yan, you are now like the old scholar in "The Story of Xiao Lin Guang"."

Gu Yan was helpless against his wife's insinuations. He couldn't even understand her: "You know that I dropped out of junior high school. If you want to be shabby, I'll just say it straight away. I'll just mince words."

"The book says that there was an old scholar whose only daughter was pacing back and forth in her room on the night she got married, unable to sleep."

"The family advised him that since ancient times, it is natural and natural for parents to be reluctant to leave a daughter when she gets married. But it is already night, so what are you worrying about, old scholar? The old scholar said angrily: 'At this moment, that little beast must be acting recklessly.

'!"

"Hahahahaha!" Gu Lingyi was more relaxed at home. She understood instantly after listening to it, and her laughter was as clear as a bell.

Wen Yi rolled her eyes at Gu Lingyi, her daughter actually understood, and clicked her tongue.

"You are exactly the same as the old scholar in the book." Wen Yi turned around and teased her husband.

Gu Yan stared and sat back on the sofa in a depressed manner.

Gu Lingyi went downstairs, threw herself behind Wen Yi, and hugged her mother.

Wen Yi touched his daughter's little hand and said, "Look, your dad is so anxious about this big thing. If he doesn't make another call like this, he will probably die of suffocation."

"I won't fight yet." Gu Yan got angry with her.

"Isn't it just Jia'er who has gone out?" Gu Lingyi laughed playfully and rubbed her mother's cheek, "Dad is too concerned about Jia'er."

"He was thinking about something more serious."

"What?"

"Your dad is worried that if he doesn't make this call, it will lead to..." Wen Yi smiled, "His grandson or granddaughter will be born in May next year. He is a pig and a Taurus. He will take the college entrance examination in 2025."

Gu Lingyi let out a small "ah" and her face suddenly turned red.

"Hmph!" Gu Yan stood up suddenly. It was a pity that he didn't have a beard, otherwise he would be able to perform a vivid beard blowing and staring.

He walked around in circles for several more times, and finally couldn't help it, and strode towards the rustic dial phone.

"Hey, hey, Jia'er, don't worry, don't be annoyed..."

Gu Lingyi whispered in her mother Wen Yi's ear: "Actually, it's Mom who worries about Jia'er more. She deliberately provoked Dad to call and pretended to be a calm and good person."
Chapter completed!