Chapter 33 The soup has been sold out

"Weiwei, how old are you this year?"

Mother Shen raised her head and looked at Wei Wei and asked suddenly.

"Twenty-two, my eldest sister is one year older than me, but she was born in the first year, and Yingying and I were born at the end of the second year."

Looking at Shen's mother's loving eyes, Weiwei's heart moved, could Shen's mother introduce the young man in the photo to her as her boyfriend? Taking another look at the photo of the young man, I found that there was a line of small red characters under the photo, 19880722. Weiwei shuddered suddenly, the young man in the photo should be almost fifty now!

"Twenty-two, what a great age! Dad Shen and I were all focused on work when we were young, and we never thought about it... ah!"

Shen's mother choked and couldn't speak anymore, her eyes were so red that she couldn't hide her tears. He quickly closed the album, picked up the flower handkerchief and wiped the water droplets from the corners of his eyes, and suddenly realized that the handkerchief was dirty, so he hurriedly got up and went to the bathroom to wash it.

"Weiwei, don't mind, Mother Shen is sometimes nervous. We are getting old and we always like to recall the past. We can't remember many good things, but only those sad things. You can drink tea, all It's cold."

Before Mom Shen returned to the living room, Dad Shen quickly put the album in the canvas bag and dragged it into the room with great effort. When Mom Shen returned to the living room, Dad Shen turned up the volume of the TV as if nothing had happened. Shen's mother stared at the empty coffee table for a few seconds, and when she heard Shen's father coughing, she hurried to find medicine.

The young man in the photo should be Shen He's elder brother. Judging from the expressions of the two old people, I am afraid that this elder brother of Shen He is no longer there. No wonder Shen He's parents are old, they must have given birth to Shen He after losing their eldest son. Having a child in his later years, he treats Shen He as a treasure and records every bit of his growth...

The evening market is coming to an end, and there is still a table of guests outside. After they have settled their bills, Weiwei is ready to leave work.

"It's half past ten, why don't I rush them."

Jiang Chao looked at his mobile phone from time to time, and Le Yi was about to arrive at the subway station after returning from class at night.

"You go first, they should be fast too. The food on the table is almost eaten."

"That's hard work for you again!"

"Didn't I work hard that day?"

"That's that."

Jiang Chao grinned and made a face, grabbed the bag and hurried out. Hearing someone shouting "waitress, add tea" behind him, he hesitated for a while, but he still ran out of the door of the crock pot without hesitation.

Love is bigger than the sky, nothing is more important than girlfriend Le Yi.

"waiter--"

The middle-aged business man sitting in the courtyard stretched his voice. Weiwei hurriedly agreed, picked up a pot of freshly brewed barley tea, walked over and put it on their table.

"Bring our tea leaves, use this pot."

The man who spoke pointed to a set of ice-patterned Rujiao Kung Fu tea set on the table, and took out a can of Lapsang Souchong from his briefcase.

"It's a pity that the water here is not good. If you use Dinghu mountain spring water to make this tea, the tea tastes better."

Three business men chatting and laughing. Weiwei is not easy to catch guests, so after a pot of tea is brewed, it is estimated that they will have to chat for another half an hour.

Weiwei returned to the backyard and asked Uncle Kong to get off work on time. She stayed behind the desk by herself, opened the newly bought recipe, and read it quietly.

The competition in the catering industry is fierce, and it is necessary not only to maintain the characteristics of traditional crafts, but also to constantly innovate dishes in order to stand out. Looking for fresh elements from other people's recipes and integrating innovations into the Crock Pot Cuisine, Weiwei is brewing a nourishing menu after the fall.

Weiwei was so fascinated that she didn't notice someone walking in. She didn't wake up from a dream until Ke Nansheng hit the desk and made a thud.

Weiwei closed the recipe, raised her eyes to see Ke Nansheng, and couldn't help frowning.

"Bring me two cans of soup."

"Sorry, we're off work."

It seems that the son-in-law is too busy to play fun again. Weiwei's attitude was a little rude, when Xiao Zhao saw this, he immediately grabbed it and said:

"Don't you still have guests in your courtyard? Why did we get off work when we came? Hurry up and serve the soup..."

Ke Nansheng raised his hand to stop Xiao Zhao, fearing that his straight tone would annoy Wei Wei.

"If you're off work, we can help you take the guests out. If you're willing to take the order, I'd like two cans of soup."

Ke Nansheng's tone was sincere and humble. Xiao Zhao's dinner didn't give him any appetite at all, and Jiang Weiwei's eyes were always staring at him. Ke Nansheng felt that it was necessary to visit the Crock Pot. Only by drinking the soup from the Crock Pot could his heart be calmer.

"I'm so sorry, you are late. Now that we are off work, the table of guests came from get off work, so there is no comparison."

"Comparable?!"

Ke Nansheng smiled secretly.

"I said beauty, if you still have soup, bring us two cans. If you close the door after get off work, we will leave immediately. It's not closed yet, so it's not like this is the way to treat guests, right?"

Xiao Zhao felt that his head was on fire, and he didn't understand how a little cook would be so slow to treat guests. The boss has to come to drink soup, he has to fulfill his mission.

"Sorry, the soup is sold out."

Weiwei didn't want to talk to Ke Nansheng anymore, so she lowered her head and sorted out the kitchen utensils, then picked up the kettle and went outside to ask the guests if they wanted to add water. Ke Nansheng watched Jiang Weiwei's every move with interest.

"Mr. Ke, why don't we switch to another family?"

Xiao Zhao turned his head and found that Ke Nansheng was concentrating on the cook's figure, and thinking of Ke Nansheng's actions last night and today, he was astonished, secretly amazed.

It turns out that the handsome Ke Nansheng actually likes the cook of a small restaurant!

oh my god!

Xiao Zhao's face was so excited that his heartbeat suddenly became hot, as if he had suddenly fallen in love.

The three men in the courtyard stood up, one of them whispered a few words to Wei Wei, and then smiled at Wei Wei. Wei Wei still kept a polite smile, as if rejecting the man's request, then bowed slightly and said goodbye to the guests politely.

The three men walked to the door of the crock pot, and then looked back at Weiwei who was leaning over to clean up the countertop. The three men seemed to have some disputes. One of the men turned around and walked up to Weiwei, handed her a business card and said something before turning around and leaving.

Weiwei put the business card on the table and continued to clean up the crock pot plate. Xiao Zhao didn't wait for Ke Nansheng's orders, and immediately walked over to take a picture of the business card with her cell phone while Weiwei was not paying attention.

"Beauty, don't give us soup today. I want to make dinner tomorrow, and I want this table."

"I can order food, how many of you?"

"Both. Be on time at eight tomorrow night."

Xiao Zhao took the lead for Ke Nansheng, and was very fulfilled. However, seeing Weiwei's still cold face, it's not worth it for Ke Nansheng.

"This is the business card the man gave to the cook."

After getting in the car, Xiao Zhao Xianbao pulled out the photos on his mobile phone. Ke Nansheng glanced at the "Planning Director of Yihai Elf Model Company" and immediately understood the intentions of the three middle-aged men.

"Mr. Ke, do you want to go to another house for soup?"

"Wait a minute."

Ke Nansheng looked at the red lantern at the entrance of the Crock Pot. The red lantern went out, and the door of the tiled jar suddenly darkened. Jiang Weiwei came out of the Crock Pot with a rucksack, turned around and locked the door, and hurriedly ran towards the bus stop.

"Follow her."

If you are lucky, you can catch the last bus at this time.