Chapter 936

One night is ridiculous.

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I don't know if it's because of last night's in-depth conversation that Ying Hannian is much better for Xiaojing, and he feeds him supplementary food in person, spoonful by spoonful. Maybe he thinks his daughter is hopeless, and his son is also in harmony.

But watch the step... When it's a little bit... As a mother, Lin Yi really doesn't want to Tucao his son, but the problem is only so big that he starts to make complaints about him. He should eat in the cold years, he can't eat well, and the small hands will grab the spoon and make the bib.

It's all over the world, and it's splashed on the sleeves of yinghannian.

As soon as Ying Hannian's face cools down and his eyebrows twist, Xiaojing smiles at Ying Hannian in an instant, which is called flattery.

The father and son had a good quarrel, so they ate breakfast.

When going out, Xiaojing grabs Lin Yi's neck and regards her arms as a safe house. With big black eyes, she looks at yinghannian to see if he is angry again.

On the new day, Ying Hannian took them to see the scrap station where they had sold cartons, the overpass where they had slept and the streets where they had run.

Near noon, Ying Hannian parked his car at the door of a wonton shop.

Lin Yi sat down in front of a small table outside the door and wiped the table with a paper towel. While sitting in a cart, she was still looking around excitedly in her lovely baby bear clothes and was curious about the world.

A leaf fell on him, and Xiaojing picked it up and grabbed it in his hand, playing happily.

"Two bowls of wonton."

Ying Hannian shouts to the landlady inside and sits down opposite Lin Yi. "This wonton shop has been open for more than ten years. Except that the price has changed from three yuan for a bowl to eight yuan for a bowl, there is no change, and the boss is not self-motivated."

Lin Yi sat under the ceiling and looked up at the simple and backward storefront. He couldn't help laughing, "it's because they didn't make progress that they left you a little feeling."

"Give it to me?"

Should be cold years pick eyebrows.

"You used to come here with Jiang Qixing, didn't you?" Lin Yi asked, with a smile, "and I also know that you used to sit in this position, this eight immortals table."

Ying Hannian sat there, looking at her unexpectedly, "how do you say that?"

"Yinghannian, a teenager, worries about his livelihood every day. This place is at the crossroads of the old city. In the past, there was a primary school here, and the flow of people was very dense." As Lin Yi said, she looked up at the road and saw that there were not many shops around. But she could imagine that in the prosperous times before, she took the role of a teenager and said, "sitting outside the shop, you can eat while you look at the crowd and play

Measure the flow of people in each store, observe the needs of others, explore some rules from it, and think of some ways to make money. "

When Ying Hannian listened to her finish, he tapped his long finger on the table twice, and his eyes passed by a touch of appreciation, but he didn't praise her. "What you said only proves that I am sitting outside the shop, but it can't prove that I am sitting at this table."

Xiaojing, who had torn the leaves to pieces, began to stare at both of them.

"I still have evidence."

Lin Yidao.

"What evidence?"

She should be visited in winter. Lin Yi points to his side of the table edge. Ying Hannian gets up and walks to her. This kind of eight immortals table is very old-fashioned. There is a lotus carving on the bottom of the table edge, which is very vivid. It's just that all the edges and corners are no longer so divided because of the long time

Ming.

And on a lotus, there are some traces, all numbers, as if recording something, as well as some small characters such as "big girl", "big man" and "little girl".

Even if the number is not very clear, but the text has obviously begun to take shape in the cold years now.

"Good eyes. You can find them, too." Should cold year low smile a, bend down to kiss on her face, "really clever."

"So what does this big girl mean?"

Lin Yi asked.

"Adult women." Ying Hannian sat down on one side, took out a disposable spoon from the basket on the other side, and carefully wiped it with the wipes she carried before putting it in front of her.

Lin Yi studied the marks, looked at the words and the numbers, "so the others are adult men, little girls and little boys? Are you recording the customer flow of a store? Including the age of the customer? "

"Well."

Ying Hannian raised his eyebrow. "Later, I couldn't carve it on the table, so I bought a pen and paper. I remember the best-selling products of every store here and the consumption ability of customers at different levels in the past."“……”

Lin Yi looked at the figures and looked at him. He felt that some people were born with business materials and had never learned any theory, but he just knew what to do and how to seize business opportunities.

"Your eyes tell me that you worship me."

Ying Hannian is very proud and enjoys her eyes. People are almost floating.

"I don't admire it. It's hard to see this kind of eight immortals table now. You have damaged it. I'll tell the landlady in a moment."

Lin Yi didn't want to let him go, so she deliberately said that when the landlady came out with two bowls of wonton, she still shut up. The landlady was a middle-aged woman. She stood there and saw that they were well dressed and driving a luxury car. She said with a smile, "Sir, you must be doing big business. You should not give up eating in a small place like ours. It doesn't taste good

Yes, but the meat in our family is the freshest. "

I know I'm a hot lover as soon as I open my voice.

Ying Hannian didn't say anything. Lin Yi said, "my husband used to eat wonton from your family. He never forgot, so he brought me here to eat it."

“……”

When did he say he never forgot?

He brought her to reminiscence.

Ying Hannian glances at Lin Yi and doesn't tear her down.

"Sir, have you ever eaten our wonton?" The landlady was surprised to see Ying Hannian, looked at him again and again, and finally said, "look at my brain, my husband is so handsome, I don't remember."

Maybe you can remember by looking at the score on your eight immortals table.

Lin Yi thought to herself. Looking at the wonton in front of her, she saw a bowl of soup with scallions and shrimps floating on it. The skin of the wonton was very thin, and the color of the meat inside was faint. The fragrance floated up. She had no skill, but she could catch her appetite.

She picked up the spoon and took a spoonful of soup.

"Watch out for the heat."

The landlady stood by the side.

Lin Yi blew and took a sip. It was really hot, but it tasted good.

She put down the spoon, looked up at the landlady and asked with a smile, "landlady, how long has your shop been open?" At this time, there were no other guests. The landlady was also talkative. Wen Yan immediately pulled a bench and sat down beside her, saying, "I've been open for 20 years. My son went to college by buying wonton. Now my son works to make money, and always let me close the shop. I'm afraid I'm too tired. But after so many years, I have feelings, and I can't bear to close it."