I am a Chef in the Modern Era

After eating it, the old grandfather will pack it up. The people who come to eat soon will get more and more. He still has something to do. See Lin Yiyi still sitting there and pour him a glass of water. Then chat with him while he is working.

"The young man should have taken the college entrance exam this year?"

Lin Biao thought for a while, only to think of what the college entrance examination was, then shook his head. "I have not read."

Grandpa was very surprised. "You are only seventeen or eight years old. If you are so small, you will not study."

Lin Biao intended to brew for a while, and then spoke. "Dad and mother are not there, and they need money for school."

He lived in that house for a long time and did not see a person. Instead, he took a photo in the drawer and placed an ID card behind the photo.

It turns out that this person is also called Lin Yiyi. They may be a person, a past life, a life, or else it will not be like this.

There are three people on the photo, but the group is seriously aging. The people above seem to be often rubbed by fingers and black and white. So I can’t see the original look. The people above can’t tell. Lin Yiyi guessed this. Maybe it’s him, but he doesn’t know if he is not there.

The old man was really stunned. He didn’t expect Lin Xiaoyi’s young age, but he had been so hard, and he regretted that he had mentioned his sadness. Looking at his thin figure, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of his heart. He licked his head. "Nothing, it’s already gone."

Lin Yiyi is naturally not sad at all. It is only two unrelated people with him. Where can he be sad?

"So, do you live alone now?"

The child is a few years older than his grandson, but he looks more dexterous than his grandson.

"Well, what should Grandpa do? I will help you."

He originally wanted to go out and have a look, but now I think about it. It’s not a good idea to go out. What he knows is from TV. There must be some gap with the original look of the world. He doesn’t Knowing a person, going out is nothing but white.

"No, no, you are sitting, I am all ready, and there is nothing to be busy. If you don't want to go home, you will stay here with Grandpa. Nothing, no restrictions."

Anyway, he is also a person, and some people accompany him and say that he is not so lonely.

The old grandfather said this, Lin Yiyi sat down again.

Sure enough, some people came in after a while.

"Old Yangtou! Give me a bowl of fried noodles, be spicy!"

A woman in her fifties walked in and screamed at the back of the window. Then she sat down and sat down to see Lin Yiyi.

"Hey, old Yangtou, is this your grandson?"

Old Yangtou poked his head out of the window. "No, my grandson is in his twenties."

The woman patted the head. "You see my memory, but also, your son has not come back for a long time. I can't remember what your son looks like, let alone your grandson."

The old woman is always like this, and her gossip is still unobstructed. She was just talking about it. The grandfather’s eyes were instantly dimmed, but his mouth still argued. “In fact, they also call me. Come, he is busy with the founding of the country, and I don't want him to run back and forth, tired."

Although this is said, the loss in the eyes of the old grandfather, Lin Yiyi is in the eyes.

When a woman pouts, the more she talks, the more addictive she is, but the sentence is all about the old Yang’s head.

"Now this young man, which one is not busy, can't forget the bustle, you look at you, now I am talking for him, want me to say, you will wake up when he hits him, everything Listen to your wife, even if you don’t want it..."

The old Yangtou finally stopped talking and put the noodles out of the woman.

When the woman saw Lao Yangtou not talking, it was reflected that he poked his pain again, and his face began to show his sly look. "Old Yangtou, I have no words to talk about, you can not mind." ....."

Old Yangtou grinned and said, "Nothing." Anyway, what she said is also true.

Turning to see Lin Yiyi still sitting there, and asked, "You guys watching TV? Grandpa has nothing here, but there is a small TV, not a few, but it is better than nothing."

Lin Yiyi nodded, and the old Yangtou turned around to open the TV at the top of the window. It was really a very small TV. It was smaller than Lin’s home, and the noise was very big. From time to time, it’s awkward. sound.

"Old Yangtou, who is this, I have never seen it before?"

The woman finally became curious about Lin Yi’s side. The young man was handsome, but she never saw it before. Isn't it the relative of the old Yangtou?

"He, the little house over there, have you seen it? The child who lives there is also a poor one."

The woman followed the fingers of the old Yangtou to look at the house over there and nodded. "Oh, it was the one who lived there. I used to see it a long time. I didn’t come out very much. I thought that most of the time no one. It."

When you are finished, you will stop talking and concentrate on eating.

The face of the old Yangtou is notoriously around. It is cheap and delicious, and it is not healthy to cut corners. The meat that should be put in the meat is not a little bit. She often comes to eat, sometimes it takes a long time. I still think about panic.

What she likes most is the noodles.

The fried sauce is made by the old Yangtou early in the morning. The materials used are all fresh in the ground and the natural taste is delicious.

Spicy but not greasy pork belly fried sauce, crispy cucumber bean sprouts carrots, mixed with thick sauce, but it is not greasy at all, she often do at home, but I don’t know why I can’t make old Yangtou This taste.

She knows that the old Yangtou formula is to be used to make money for dinner, so naturally I am too embarrassed to ask people to formulate.

Fortunately, the old Yangtou this decade is delicious, and it is also cheap for ten years. Even if it is a mouthful, please let the family eat tens of dollars, which is cost-effective.

The woman sucked and ate, and Lin Biao endured several times. Finally, she still couldn't hold back and looked back.

When the grandfather went up, he knew that it was different from the one he had eaten. He had already eaten enough. He could see the incense that people had eaten, but he couldn’t help but start to groan. He always did this, right. Good food has never been resistant.

Lin Yiyi looked back and saw it in the eyes of the old Yangtou. He said nothing, but it was the corner of his mouth.

At the point of eating, there are more and more people. The old Yangtou is doing it again and again. It’s gradually busy. Everyone is a folks in the village. I couldn’t wait for him to wait for him. Today, it is not the same. There is a handsome young man who doesn't know what it is to do with the old Yangtou. It helps the old Yangtou to be the end bowl and the busy bowl of the bowl.

Lin Yiyi just felt that he had nothing to do anyway. Anyway, even if he went back, he would be alone.

When the people who are busy in the store are gone, the sun is about to set.

Lin Biao came out with a sweat and finally planned to go home to wash. The most satisfying thing in this world is not the TV or the sofa, but the simple water heater in the bathroom. It is really comfortable to go to the bath without going out without boiling water. It is.

When he left, Lao Yangtou handed him a box, and Lin Biao looked up at him.

"I see you like the noodles, I also made a copy for you. I put a lot of fried sauce, and I didn't put the pepper. You went back to eat. It's almost evening, and you can save your cooking."

Lin Yiyi stunned and then raised a big smile. "Thank you Grandpa."

He had long wanted to eat this fried noodles.

The other thing that is true to his satisfaction with the world is that there seems to be a lot of food in this world, which he saw on TV.