Shen Qing’e and her forr classmates gathered at Hongyun Hotel to chat and reminisce.
anwhile, Jiang Ning took a ride with his cousin Jiang Hu in his car, heading to Uncle’s restaurant—Hongyun Hotel, next to Jiang Family Roasted Chicken.
Jiang Family Roasted Chicken and Hongyun Hotel were adjacent, doing similar business, and with just so many custors in town, if your business is doing well, mine isn’t.
In the past few years, the two families often found each other disagreeable but couldn’t do away with each other.
Hongyun Hotel had great food and service.
The Jiang Family was known for their signature ’Roasted Chicken’, and Uncle Jiang Xintian was also a cultural heritage inheritor, skilled in making exquisite crispy pastries.
The two families spent ti competing, and last year, unexpectedly, Hongyun Hotel introduced Jiang Xintian to an event when overwheld with banquet bookings. From then on, Jiang Xintian began taking on banquets, and the two families beca sowhat of friends.
Jiang Hu parked the car in front of the restaurant, looking at the worn-out sign with rare seriousness, he spoke enthusiastically: "Bro, you haven’t co to our place for a al in a year or two, right?"
Jiang Ning thought to himself, ’I had a al at your place before leaving, and you ridiculed at the dinner table.’
However, Jiang Ning nodded: "I do miss Uncle’s pastries."
Jiang Hu patted his shoulder: "I’ve talked to my dad, later we’ll fix you so pastries."
The two entered the restaurant together, Jiang Ning’s Divine Sense spread like ripples, the scene in the private room on the second floor of the hotel next door gathered in his mind: ’Interesting.’
As they stepped into the hall, a whiff of food aroma hit them, the hall was divided into several open compartnts, the decor old-fashioned, with a dining table in each compartnt, several tables had guests dining, a young man was carrying a basket of dishes busying himself.
Jiang Hu called: "Erheng, co here."
The young man who had just finished tidying up hurriedly ran over, with a respectful expression.
"Erheng?" Jiang Ning asked tentatively.
Erheng was the younger brother of Da Heng whom he t before, according to village folks, Erheng was clever since young, destined to be extraordinary soday.
Unfortunately, he strayed from the right path, didn’t get into high school, wandered for a few years, for a brighter future, his parents arranged for him to apprentice at Jiang Xintian’s restaurant, hoping he would manage a restaurant, settle down later.
Erheng scrutinized Jiang Ning, thinking he looked tall and handso, with a temperant better than those wealthy people coming to dine in luxury cars, he felt a faint familiarity, but failed to recognize him on the spot.
Jiang Hu introduced: "My bro, Jiang Ning!"
Erheng, upon hearing, eyed Jiang Ning carefully, exclaiming: "Jiang Ning, you’ve changed!"
Jiang Ning: "Not much difference."
While chatting, they walked through the hall to the small yard at the back, where a large stove was set up, a bald big man was shoveling crispy pastries.
"Dad, see who’s here! My bro Jiang Ning!" Jiang Hu shouted loudly.
The bald big man was a little surprised: "Jiang Ning, you’re back, huh!"
"Uncle." Jiang Ning greeted with a smile.
"Haven’t seen you in over a year, you’ve changed a lot!" Jiang Xintian said, handing the freshly shoveled pastry in the bamboo basket to him: "Try it."
Jiang Ning took a bite of the pastry, the taste was genuinely good, both fragrant and crispy, he praised: "Uncle’s cooking has improved."
"Haha." Jiang Xintian called to the kitchen: "Erheng, fix my nephew so lamb hotpot, slice so big waterlon, like river prawns, eel strips, beef tripe, prepare all the dishes for !"
Erheng hurried to prepare the dishes, leaving no ti to chat with Jiang Ning.
This older Jiang Ning by three years, in school once a prestigious childhood buddy, now toiling for a living, seemingly worn down.
After a while of nostalgia, Uncle and Jiang Hu went back to the restaurant’s work, Jiang Ning, having not much to do, stepped outside for fresh air.
At the restaurant door, a little boy with a tiger-like face shifty-eyed, unsure if to enter.
Jiang Ning glanced and noticed it was Jiang Hu’s son Hao Hao.
"Hao Hao." He called.
Hao Hao couldn’t quite recognize him.
Jiang Ning: "You don’t need to know who I am, but I know you scored 30 in math."
Hao Hao was dumbfounded.
Today he went to a parent eting, dared not ask his parents to go, so had an uncle from the hotel next door pretend to be his dad, escaped trouble, yet the exam result couldn’t be hidden!
"Don’t tell my dad!", Hao Hao pleaded anxiously.
Jiang Ning looked at his little nephew, recalling clearly that even with such a father, Hao Hao’s future did not stray, he said: "I’ll teach you a trick."
He explained quickly, and Hao Hao, clutching his schoolbag, walked confidently into the restaurant, calling: "Dad!"
Jiang Hu imdiately rushed out from the kitchen, asking: "Report card ca out?"
Hao Hao, head held high: "Yes."
Jiang Hu sohow felt his son was asking for trouble?
"How many points scored?" Jiang Hu himself was an unsavory character but cared about his son’s grades, who doesn’t want their kid to study well? It’s bragging rights in the village!
Hao Hao followed the advice quickly: "Chinese 30, Math 90."
Jiang Hu was stunned, as if the sky fell: "How the hell could you score 30 in Chinese?"
Hao Hao suddenly laughed: "Haha, tricked you Dad, actually my Chinese scored 90," pulling out the Chinese test paper.
Jiang Hu checked the paper thoroughly, finding it wasn’t altered, damn, it was really 90!
He was both surprised and delighted, praising: "Good son, great work!"
Jiang Hu hadn’t got the chance to delve in when the kitchen called, and he quickly went to help.
Hao Hao escaped a calamity, looked at Jiang Ning in admiration, so mighty Uncle!
He ran to the counter marked ’Small business, no credit’, pulled out a white phone, oppoR5.
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