"Who is that?" Looking at the short man's back, Chu Fang stroked his chin, "I can't remember."
In his four years of university, he couldn't even remember his classmates, let alone after graduation.
It's quite strange, Chu Fang can clearly remember his junior high school and high school classmates, but he can't remember his university classmates.
Since he can't remember, why bother looking for trouble?
He put it out of his mind.
After that, Chu Fang started selling his fried potato wedges again, but unfortunately, there were very few customers, mostly from his hometown in the southwest.
Even more unfortunately, the bald man who 'chatted big(侃大山: boast)' with him yesterday changed his stall location today.
Because setting up a stall next to Chu Fang was stressful, and even more stressful was Zhong Tingyue's presence, which made the bald man's heart ache... ...
"This kid was playing dumb(扮猪吃老虎: feigning ignorance to trick someone) with me yesterday, this guy has ulterior motives, don't associate with him!"
To this, Chu Fang could only shrug his shoulders: "Is it my fault that I'm handsome(我帅怪我咯: blame me being handsome)?"
Alas!
As a handsome guy, he has endured too much criticism, strange looks... ...
"Brother Chu Fang."
Hearing the call, he came back to his senses and saw Wen Qing and her parents' family strolling through the night market.
"Why are you setting up a stall here?" Wen Qing asked.
"Bored, just doing it for fun." He still gave the same answer, "Want to eat fried potato wedges? Southwest specialty food, super delicious."
Seeing Wen Qing nod, Chu Fang made a plate of fried potato wedges. Wen Qing took a bite, and her expression became unusually complex and eye-catching.
Wen Qing swallowed it with great perseverance, and facing Chu Fang's expectant gaze, asked: "Is it delicious?"
Wen Qing hesitated for a few seconds: "A very special delicacy."
Wen Qing's parents next to her also tasted it, looking at each other in dismay(面面相觑: turn face to face). They thought that the most difficult thing in the world was nothing more than this.
Seeing Chu Fang's disappointed face, Wen Qing changed the subject: "Brother Chu Fang, when is Rou Rou going back to Modu(魔都: Shanghai)?"
"Tomorrow."
Zhong Rou is already in her second year of high school, time is very tight, every second counts, and summer vacation will be over in a few days.
"Oh." Wen Qing nodded, "Then we'll leave, not to delay your business."
"Take these fried potato wedges back with you, and as you eat them, you'll find that they are the most delicious thing in the world... ... Hey, why are you running so fast? Wait for me."
Wen Qing's family of three fled the scene with lightning speed.
As night fell, Zhong Tingyue came to the night market again to help pack up, and asked: "How's Mr. Chu's business doing?"
"Booming."
"I see it as, dazed and confused(恍恍惚惚: absent-minded)."
Chu Fang said: "I swear, I will definitely win."
Zhong Tingyue covered her red lips; "Mr. Chu, this oath has no legal penalties, so it doesn't count as an oath."
"I will definitely win, or may lightning strike me(天打雷: struck by lightning)... ..."
Rumble... ...
A loud noise came from the night sky, and Chu Fang shrank his neck: "I won't swear anymore, I won't swear anymore."
... ...
The next day, in Central Plains.
Gao Ruoyun packed up her daughter's clothes and daily necessities, packing while saying: "Don't be so boisterous all day long, like a man, you are a girl, you should pay attention to personal etiquette, don't quarrel with your classmates."
"What if classmates want to quarrel with me?" Zhong Rou gnawed on an apple, running around in her old man's wheelchair.
"Endure it."
"Let them endure it."
Gao Ruoyun glanced at her little daughter: "You endure it."
If her daughter can't control her temper, she can turn the world upside down.
Zhong Ping looked calm and composed(老神在在: experienced and in control): "You can't say that... ..."
He suddenly felt a chill down his spine and immediately said: "Your mother is right!"
"Tch!" Zhong Rou despised her old man.
Since Zhong Ping injured his leg, he has been even more afraid of his wife.
Gao Ruoyun finished packing her little daughter's things, then told Zhong Ping to stay at home obediently, and then took her little daughter to the provincial capital to take a plane.
"Rou Rou."
"Are you leaving again?"
"When will you be back again?"
"... ..."
Zhong Rou has a gifted social ability. When she first came home, she had few friends, but she quickly became one with her old friends and became the core of her friends.
Before leaving, many of her friends came to see her off, being reluctant to part.
Zhong Rou put her hands on her hips: "A real man(男子汉大丈夫: true man) should not be attached to the gentle embrace(温柔乡: place of ease), why are you acting like children(小儿姿态: childish)?"
One of the sisters said: "Rou Rou, why don't you take us to Modu(魔都: Shanghai), we also want to see the prosperity of the big city."
"Yes, I want to go to a star concert, go to a bar, goclubbing."
Zhong Rou glared: "Do you have money?"
"Your brother-in-law has money, let him give it to you, and then you give it to us." Another sister said.
"Does his money have anything to do with me(搭嘎: relation)? Does my money have anything to do with you?" Zhong Rou spoke bluntly, "As a man, you should always rely on yourself, not on others."
Several friends lowered their heads.
Zhong Rou got into the car, then waved her hand, and the car drove away from their sight. They looked at each other: "We are not men, we are women."
... ...
Zhong Rou got on the plane, took a nap and arrived in Modu(魔都: Shanghai), got off the plane, and spread her arms: "Modu(魔都: Shanghai), I, Zhong Rou, am back again!"
"I, Zhong Rou, will conquer you and step you under my feet."
Passing pedestrians: "... ..."
These words coming from the mouth of a high school girl are... ...quite shocking.
Walking out of the airport, Zhong Rou saw Zhong Tingyue waiting at the exit, quickly rushed over, and plunged into Zhong Tingyue's arms: "Sister, I miss you so much."
Zhong Tingyue felt pain in her chest, as if she had been hit by a train, and it took a while to recover.
"Sister, are you going to die?"
"I will definitely take you down with me before I die."
Then the two sisters left the airport and headed to the Epiphyllum neighborhood.
In the car, Zhong Rou swung her legs: "Sister, where's my brother-in-law?"
"Apprenticing."
"Ah?"
... ...
These days, Chu Fang's business has been very deserted, with few customers. Seeing that half of the time has passed, he began to get anxious.
He spends all day researching and improving various kinds of fried potato wedges, spicy flavor, sour vinegar flavor, and many flavors mixed fried potato wedges, but they can't be sold.
Chu Fang would rather admit that his cooking skills are not good enough than admit that it is because of the Houttuynia cordata, so he specially asked a Sichuan cuisine master from a high-end hotel for advice.
In the back kitchen of a high-end hotel, many chefs, waiters, and the hotel manager stopped working, watching Chu Fang fry potatoes.
"Manager, who is this person?" A chef poked the hotel manager's arm.
"I don't know." The hotel manager lowered his voice, "But he is very powerful. Our boss personally ordered us to take good care of Mr. Chu and not to neglect him in the slightest."
"No, since he is a distinguished guest, why is he here frying fried potato wedges?"
The hotel manager thought for a while and replied in a deep voice: "Thinking."
"Thinking?"
"Yes." The hotel manager said, "It is said that rich people have many quirks, some like to smell car exhaust, some like to take advantage, some like cross-dressing, this Mr. Chu should like to fry potatoes."
"Oh... ...these rich people's lives are not very good either."
"Don't talk."
Chu Fang fried the fried potato wedges, then put on his secret seasoning, and handed it to the chef. The chef tasted it and a hesitant look appeared on his face.
Needless to say, he knew that his attempt this time had failed.
"Master... ...."
"Mr. Chu, you can just call me by my name." The chef said.
"Master, tell me, how can I add Houttuynia cordata to the fried potato wedges, and also let customers from other places taste the fishy smell, and also let people from other places be able to eat it, and want to eat it again after eating it."
Chef: "... ..."
Can you listen to what you are saying, don't you feel the contradiction?
Those customers can't eat Houttuynia cordata because of the fishy smell, and you want the guests to taste the fishy smell, and also think it is delicious.
Don't you think it's embarrassing?
The chef felt quite embarrassed.
He has been a head chef for decades, has received many honors, and has been widely praised, he is the first time to meet someone as stubborn as Chu Fang.
"Alas!" Chu Fang sighed, "Forget it, I'll think of another way."
He tore off his apron and said to the hotel manager: "I disturbed you today."
"No, it is our honor for Mr. Chu to come to the hotel."
The hotel staff sent Chu Fang to the door, and when they saw the car disappear into the traffic, everyone withdrew their gaze, looked at each other, their eyes full of speechlessness.
