northernbook Chapter 54 First Look
Chapter 54 First Look
Chen Yuan hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, no, please don't wipe it. I really like it. I didn't expect you to make me into a 'GG'."
After saying that, Chen Yuan repeated those 10 words.
"It rhymes quite well, so your Chinese language grades must be pretty good, right?"
"Hehe, it's just so-so."
Chen Yuan asked, "Why are you here so early today? This isn't your usual school time, is it?"
Lin Zikang chuckled and said, "That's not true, but I have something to do today, so I have to go early and have breakfast here while I'm at it."
In just a few minutes.
The wontons with thin wrappers and generous fillings are ready.
Just as the food was about to be taken out of the pot, Chen Yuan encountered a problem.
He lightly slapped his forehead and said with great annoyance.
"Oh dear! I was so focused on cooking that I forgot to buy bowls. We can't dine in, so we can only take it to go."
Lin Zikang said, "Huh? I was so busy talking to you that I forgot about that. Why didn't you put out a small stool or something? You can eat the steamed buns and fried dough sticks, but the wontons aren't really suitable..."
Chen Yuan said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I really forgot. I'll try to figure out a way to get some tables tomorrow, but I don't know if I can put them in front of my door."
Lin Zikang seemed to suddenly realize something and immediately spoke.
"Boss, give me your phone number. My dad owns a furniture factory. Getting a few small tables is a piece of cake for him. Leave it to me, I'll take care of it."
Chen Yuan never expected that such a small, old residential area would be a place where hidden talents reside.
He looked Lin Zikang up and down, and before he could speak, the other party said.
"What's wrong? Boss, you don't believe me, do you?"
"Ah, no, no."
Lin Zikang immediately took out a pen and paper from his bag and handed them to Lin Yuan. Seeing that he couldn't refuse such kindness, Lin Yuan left his phone number.
Lin Zikang said, "Leave it to me. I'll call my dad as soon as I get to school."
The future seems to be temporarily resolved, but the present situation remains unresolved.
Chen Yuan searched for a long time and finally found a bowl.
He scooped the wontons into a bowl and handed it over.
Lin Zikang saw the clear broth, the few green vegetables floating on top, and the few drops of sesame oil, and his appetite was immediately whetted.
He puffed out his cheeks and blew hard to cool the broth slightly before bringing it to his lips.
With a "slurp" of the broth.
The flavorful broth, piping hot, entered his mouth.
"Wow! This soup is so delicious, but it's a bit hot!"
"Then eat slowly."
That being said, how could Lin Zikang wait?
He scooped up a wonton, blew on it vigorously, and the translucent, glistening skin wrapped around the tender pink meat filling, looking incredibly tempting.
The moment the wonton enters your mouth, your teeth bite through the paper-thin wonton skin.
Immediately afterwards, an incredibly delicious broth bursts forth on the tip of your tongue.
The minced meat is extremely tender and not dry at all, with a slightly bouncy and crisp texture.
Even though it's hot, it's so delicious that you can't help but want to keep eating it.
"Wow! Boss, your cooking is amazing! How can you make wontons so delicious? They smell so good!"
As they were talking, Lin Zikang had already eaten half of it.
Chen Yuan said helplessly, "Eat slowly, be careful not to burn your tongue."
Just as Lin Zikang was enjoying his meal.
Grandpa Zhang and Grandpa Xu arrived late, and they smiled as soon as they saw Lin Zikang.
"Oh dear, looks like we're late today. This little fatso beat us to it."
"Hey young man, how's this pork wonton? Is it delicious? Fresh and fragrant?"
These two gentlemen are Chen Yuan's number one fans.
Seeing how tempting the chubby boy's eating manners were, the two old men couldn't help but drool.
After taking a sip of soup, Lin Zikang sighed contentedly and then said with an expression of utter bliss.
"It's so delicious! It's really so delicious, so fresh and fragrant, I think it's even better than pork buns!"
Upon hearing this, Grandpa Zhang and Grandpa Xu also asked Chen Yuan to make them a bowl.
Then they each reported a few more numbers.
While the wontons were still in the pot, Chen Yuan packed up the food they wanted.
After taking the cooked wontons, Grandpa Xu said.
"Xiao Chen, I think you should set up a few tables at the entrance like other breakfast shops. Otherwise, if we buy wontons, we won't have anywhere to eat them and will have to carry them back."
Chen Yuan then recounted what he had said to Lin Zikang and asked him questions.
"Uncle Xu, I'm not very familiar with the property management situation here. Do they allow stalls to be set up at the entrance? I don't want to wait until someone reports me and then they won't let me set up my stall anymore."
"They wouldn't dare!" Grandpa Xu waved his hand. "The property management would never dare. If they come looking for trouble, just tell me, and I'll show them what I'm made of!"
Seeing how confident Grandpa Xu was, Chen Yuan was a little puzzled, and Grandpa Zhang next to him explained.
"His son is the property manager, so he can definitely make decisions on this kind of matter."
Chen Yuan clasped his hands together and bowed to Grandpa Xu.
"Thank you so much, sir. I feel much more at ease knowing you said that."
Grandpa Xu chuckled.
Then he walked side by side with Grandpa Zhang.
By this time, Lin Zikang had finished a whole bowl of wontons and let out a satisfied burp.
At the same time, he felt his mind become unusually clear, and the previous drowsy feeling completely disappeared.
"I didn't think 10 wontons would be much, but they were actually quite filling. Boss, your cooking is really good, and these wontons are quite big too."
Chen Yuan took out the things he had packed for Lin Zikang earlier that morning, which were two large bags full of things.
"Would you like another fried dough stick? This wonton soup already takes up quite a bit of the soup."
"Okay, give me another fried dough stick, anyway, I never get tired of your cooking."
"it is good."
Chen Yuan quickly grabbed a fried dough stick and handed it over.
With a satisfied smile on his face, Lin Zikang slowly walked away carrying his things.
the other side.
Aunt Zhang's house.
Aunt Zhang secretly pulled Zhao Jiahui's hand and walked towards the door, whispering something to him.
"I'll take you to eat wontons. Your mom hasn't woken up yet. Let's go and come back quietly. Don't tell your mom, okay?"