The student wearing a navy blue t-shirt stepped forward and said, "Liu Chengwen is the young owner of the restaurant. Is this girl coming to work in the restaurant? You need to be more discerning."
The student wearing a dark green t-shirt agreed: "Yes. You have to know how to please the young master, and you will be popular in the future."
Although his tone was educational, his voice was unexpectedly soft, for fear of upsetting the beautiful person in front of him.
Before Liu Chengwen answered, Liu Song quickly came out of the kitchen and raised his hand to greet his son.
Yan Funing pulled him: "Uncle, don't be angry!"
"I left the pork ribs on the plate for him." Liu Song glared at his son, "Why don't you quickly make amends to the girl?"
Liu Chengwen raised his hand and bowed: "Girl, I was reckless today."
Liu Song thought his son was not sincere enough, so he added: "Ma Liu, give the girl a smile."
Liu Chengwen had no choice but to pull open the corners of his lips, revealing two small tiger teeth, and squeezed out When he smiled, the dimples on his face appeared just right.
Liu Song was then satisfied and said to the students: "This girl is the little shopkeeper of our restaurant. The food and drinks you enjoy here are all due to her craftsmanship."
All the students were shocked.
It turns out that the fairy-like person in front of me is the mysterious chef of Liu Ji Restaurant.
Everyone looked at the menu on the wall and prepared to feast. Someone took the opportunity to secretly look at Yan Funing.
Feeling uncomfortable being looked at, Yan Funing gave Li Xinheng a look, and the two of them went to the kitchen to eat.
In the afternoon, there was still a whole fan of ribs that were not fried.
Yan Funing took advantage of this gap to teach the cooks and cooks again.
She cooked it once, and the cooks and cooks followed suit.
Time passed quite quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was time to finish school at Qingshan Academy.
It’s just that the weather was not good, and the weather was originally good, but it started to rain.
And there is a growing trend.
When Fu Ciyi was approaching Liu Ji Restaurant, the rain suddenly became heavier, so he quickened his pace and entered the restaurant.
He took out the menu card he was protecting in front of him and handed it to Mr. Feng who was waiting aside.
Brother Feng hurriedly gave him a cotton towel: "Master, wipe away the rain quickly."
"Thank you." Fu Ciyi took it and wiped it on his face.
Manager Feng nodded, turned to ask Yan Funing: "Little shopkeeper, where is the brand of Crispy Spare Ribs?"
Yan Funing pointed to an empty seat: "Put it here for the time being, and rearrange it according to sales volume later."
Manager Feng said yes, moved the stool, and hung up the menu sign.
Yan Funing stood next to Fu Ciyi who was standing at the door: "The rain is heavy, how can we go back?"
Li Xinheng came over: "That's the bad thing about the ox cart, there is no carriage. , It’s raining, so we have to go back. How about we ask the shopkeeper to borrow an umbrella?”
Liu Song, standing behind the counter, said loudly: “No way, sitting on the bullock cart with an umbrella, that butt?” Why not just soak in the water?”
When the word "butt" came out, Fu Ciyi and Yan Funing's eyes fell on the oxcart board.
Liu Song Gu Zi said again: "I have a carriage at home, but my mother-in-law went back to her parents' house, and she used the carriage."
Fu Ciyi said: "How about that? Let’s wait? Maybe the rain will stop later.”
“That’s fine.” Yan Funing nodded, “I heard that you didn’t eat the ribs for lunch. You made a lot of them in the afternoon. You can eat more at night. "
At this time, Liu Chengwen came back with an umbrella. Hearing that there would be ribs in the evening, he asked softly: "It must be my turn to eat, right?"
Yan Funing: "Of course it's Brother Liu's fault."
Due to the rain, there were fewer pedestrians on the road.
Liu Song decided that everyone should have dinner together before the guests arrived.
After dinner, the rain did not decrease but increased.
Liu Song looked at Yan Funing: "Daughter, how about you go to my house to spend the night? Master, go together, I have a guest room."
"My family will definitely be waiting for us to go back." Yan Funing shook her head and declined.
Liu Song: "Let's do this, ask this big guy to go back and deliver a letter."
"Shopkeeper, my name is Li Xinheng, integrity conservation, Xinheng, Li Xinheng!" Li Xinheng repeated several times.
Liu Song stood up and said: "Okay, Xinheng, Xinheng. There is a raincoat behind the restaurant, you go back in it." Li Xinheng looked at Fu Ciyi: "Master, should I go back first?"
Fu Ciyi said softly: "Go back and tell my mother that Funing and I will spend the night in the school tonight, so that she can rest assured."
Liu Song was surprised: "Won't you spend the night at my house?"< br>
“I don’t dare disturb the shopkeeper’s house. Besides, the school has dormitories. My wife and I can stay in the school.” After a slight pause, he added, “I hope the shopkeeper can lend us an umbrella.”
"That's okay." Liu Song went to the back and took out an umbrella and a raincoat.
The coir raincoat was given to Li Xinheng, and the umbrella was given to Fu Ciyi.
Yan Funing's head was confused.
Someone just decided to spend the night with her at Qingshan Academy in the town.
Before saying this, he did not discuss it with her at all.
Not even a look at her.
Not only that, he took the umbrella handed over by Liu Song, grabbed her hand directly, and pulled her towards the door.
Fu Ciyi told Li Xinheng: "Be careful on the road."
"Okay, Madam and girl, don't worry."
Li Xinheng put on his raincoat at the door of the restaurant and wiped off the stains on the front panel of the car. water and sat on it.
Watching Li Xinheng driving away, Fu Ciyi gently let go of Yan Funing's hand, opened the umbrella, put his other hand on her shoulder, and said warmly: "Let's go."
Yan Funing took a deep breath, lifted up her skirt, and walked into the rain with him.
It is not appropriate to spend the night at someone else's house.
The only solution now is to follow him to the dormitory of the school.
The rain was heavy and pouring down.
Fu Ciyi lowered his head and glanced at her shoes and socks, and asked hoarsely: "Do you want me to hug you?"
Yan Funing: "Ah?"
Fu Ciyi thought for a while and then said: "You will still get caught in the rain if you hold me in my arms. How about I carry you?"
"No, my shoes and socks are already soaked." Yan Funing exhaled and lowered her eyes. At the corner of his robe, "Your shoes and socks are also wet."
"Yan Funing, do you think we are together through thick and thin now?"
"After we get married, we will be together. We are facing the wind and rain." Yan Funing wiped the occasional raindrops on her face.
The man nodded and said in a gentle tone: "Yes."
The two finally entered Qingshan Academy.
When we walked to the master’s dormitory, there was a master standing on the porch admiring the rain scene.
He stroked his goatee and was about to recite a poem when suddenly a middle-aged woman's voice came from behind: "What's so good about the rain? Why don't you come in quickly? I feel the wind chill!"
The master turned around, faced Fu Ciyi head-on, and smiled awkwardly: "My wife, my dear brother, is so funny."
Although at his age, he can be regarded as Fu Ciyi. I am a father, but we are both teachers in the school, so I would like to call him that.
Turning his eyes and seeing the beautiful girl, he asked doubtfully: "Who is this?"
"She is my wife." Fu Ciyi introduced, "This is Master Hao."
Yan Funing He nodded in greeting: "Master Hao."
Master Hao also nodded: "Madam of the Fu family."
Hearing the sound, the woman in the room came out and introduced herself with a smile: "My surname is Hao Nakouzi. .”
The appearance of the young man and woman in front of her made her eyes light up: "How long have you been married? Are you pregnant with a baby?"
Her gaze went straight to Yan Funing's belly.
Looking at her flat belly, I couldn’t help but ask: “You’re not pregnant yet?”
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