yournovel Chapter 114 No wonder he's liked by rich women
Chapter 114 No wonder he's liked by rich women
Chapter 114 No wonder he's liked by rich women
"Auntie, if you put it that way, I'll give the hairstylist a bonus." Yu Huan said, picking up a toothpick, poking a piece of peach into her mouth.
It has a sweet and sour taste and a crisp, refreshing texture.
This snack is a great way to cool down in the hot summer, but it also has a unique flavor when eaten in winter, leaving your mouth feeling refreshed and cool.
However, overall, my aunt's stall mainly sells cold dishes, and the only hot food is rice noodles with lard.
It's clearly the off-season when it's cold.
At this time of day, the husband-and-wife stall would already be extremely busy.
Yu Huan smacked her lips, savoring the slight spiciness of the ginger, and then said, "Well, my hairstyle was designed by Lin Yourong."
The aunt had naturally already heard the name of her nephew's girlfriend. With a gentle and kind expression, she said with a smile, "When are you going to bring her over so your uncle and I can meet her? Your mother said she's very pretty!"
"I work in Shanghai! We'll definitely see each other someday." Yu Huan ate one bite after another, making a crunching sound in her mouth.
"Yu Huan, what does your girlfriend do for a living?" Uncle's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "I heard she also invested in and opened a big restaurant?"
Hear the words.
Yu Huan hurriedly waved her hand: "That's an exaggeration. It's not a fancy restaurant at all. It's just a fast food place. Uncle, she works at a media company."
"A media company?" My uncle seemed a little confused. "What do they do?"
"It means working at a celebrity's company."
Yu Huan, thinking of Lin Yourong flying around every week with a piece of peach stuffed in her mouth, jokingly mumbled:
"She's the kind of person who does odd jobs and runs errands, constantly traveling by plane."
"Oh."
Although my uncle still didn't understand, he nodded, looking like he did.
Traveling everywhere by plane, you're definitely not an ordinary person!
No wonder he just opened a restaurant and then casually handed it over to his nephew to manage.
As night fell, the old streets and alleys outside the stalls gradually became more crowded with pedestrians.
Whether in small groups or hurrying alone, their shadows are stretched long under the dim streetlights.
A gentle breeze, carrying the coolness of the night and the various aromas from the street, squeezed into the stalls.
Yu Huan took a deep breath and could smell the cumin aroma of the grilled skewers, the unique oily fragrance of the fried skewers, and the sweet and cloying smell of sugar-coated glutinous rice cakes.
Yu Huan quickly finished the small bowl of perilla, peach, and ginger. Now with a hearty appetite, she looked up at her uncle and said, "Uncle, uncle, make me a bowl of mixed noodles first. I'm hungry."
I know they run a snack and catering business to avoid peak hours. It's almost six o'clock now, so they must have already eaten dinner.
"it is good."
Without hesitation, the uncle turned around and opened fire.
"Just a bowl of noodles with lard? You're so big, will that be enough?" Auntie said firmly. "What else do you want to eat?"
Yu Huan turned her head slightly and looked at a basin of Pingjiang dried bean curd in the glass display case: "Give me some more dried bean curd."
Hearing this, Auntie grabbed Yu Huan's wrist and said, "Come on, I'll take you to get something good to eat."
Yu Huan, not wanting to be impolite, stood up and said, "Auntie, you're so good to me!"
My aunt said with a smile, "It's enough that you know I'm good to you. Of all my nephews, you're the one I love the most."
"What a coincidence! No, you're my favorite among all my elders." Yu Huan said without batting an eye, her lips smeared with honey.
His aunt was indeed very good to him, often giving him pocket money when he was little. And the fact that she delivered his meals to the hospital for half a month without fail, rain or shine, speaks volumes. His uncle, holding a handful of flat rice noodles, chuckled and said, "Tall, handsome, and so eloquent—that's something in society! No wonder rich women like him."
"Being handsome is a skill in itself." Before leading Yu Huan out of the stall, Auntie threw down the words, "Unlike you, who looks like a short, stout gourd."
My uncle immediately became unhappy, and argued with a hint of grievance and dissatisfaction, "I'm at least 1.7 meters tall with shoes on, and you call me a shorty?"
"Look at your belly, what else could it be but a winter melon?" Auntie persisted.
Upon hearing this, the uncle was speechless and could only say, "I was very slim when I was Yu Huan's age. It was only when people reach middle age that they start to show signs of weight gain and have a big belly!"
Yu Huan watched the couple bicker for a few moments.
However, he couldn't agree with his uncle's words. In his childhood memories, his uncle was quite strong when he was young, and he was not at all associated with the word "slender".
Auntie chuckled at Uncle, led Yu Huan onto the roadside, and then released his wrist.
The two walked to a three-way intersection.
A long, winding queue of people had formed in front of the Pumpkin Mountain Fried Skewers Giant store, with various chattering voices creating a somewhat noisy atmosphere.
The air here is filled with the enticing aroma of fried skewers.
Ignoring everything else, the aunt led Yu Huan straight into the inner area, the frying skewers preparation room.
He said to the owner, who was methodically frying skewers, "Old Feng."
A dark apron was draped over Lao Feng's blue jacket. He was exposed to cooking fumes every day, and his build was similar to his uncle's—medium to slightly overweight.
Hearing the voice, he looked up at his aunt's face, his serious expression changed, and he smiled broadly: "Xiao Yu, why are you here if you're not doing business?"
“What business do I have in the dead of winter? It can’t compare to yours.” Auntie then added, “My nephew is here. Fry me five skewers of potatoes and five skewers of pork tenderloin.”
These are all foods that Yu Huan loves to eat.
"You're too modest. When the season comes, your business is just as good as mine."
Old Feng was using long chopsticks to turn the fried skewers in the pot to ensure that each side was heated evenly, when he turned his head to look at Yu Huan, who was following behind his aunt.
He grinned and said, "Hey, it's been more than half a year since I've seen your nephew. I feel like you've grown taller and more handsome."
"It's normal for things to change after graduating from university and entering the workforce." The aunt smiled broadly, feeling proud of her nephew being praised.
Yu Huan tilted her upper body and called out, "Hello, Uncle Feng."
"Hey, not bad, kid. You can even greet people now." Old Feng raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You've really entered the workforce."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan smiled reservedly. He used to be a quiet person and never called out to anyone when he was out.
It's also about making a good impression on Lao Feng so that we can discuss business in the future.
There was still a long queue outside. Old Feng remained calm, bent down slightly, reached over to the shelf on the side, grabbed two large handfuls of potato slices and pork tenderloin, and immediately threw them into the oil.
Yu Huan turned his head slightly and saw that many eyes were fixed on him.
Led by my aunt, I ran straight into the operating room and used the internal channels. I don't think that counts as cutting in line, right?
He's probably too handsome; when he's out and about, he inevitably attracts attention.
Yu Huan thought to herself.
Aunt looked around and asked, "Old Feng, where's your wife?"
(End of this chapter)