Chapter Ten: You Are the Farmyard, and Your Whole Family Is a Farmyard!

Seeing the young man coming down, Qing Linqiu immediately stood up straight and opened the rear door. He was quite correct about his identity.

Grandpa can only be a cook, what is he? It's just a groom who came to pick someone up.

Besides, the other party was his grandfather's life-saving benefactor. This kindness was too great. If he didn't respect the other party, he didn't respect himself.

But he still couldn't help but look at the boy in front of him.

A refreshing and handsome young man, he looks like a high school student, or a junior, with a tender face that makes people feel puzzled. Although he has seen the photo, he still can't help asking: "Are you... Nan Ming's classmate?"

Unconsciously used honorifics.

"Hello, my name is Nan Ming." The boy didn't directly sit in the back seat, but directly sat in the co-pilot, and politely said thank you.

Very polite, educated boy.

Qing Linqiu thought in his heart, and immediately had a good impression.

It can be seen that facing strangers, the young man felt a little embarrassed, Qing Linqiu said with a smile: "My name is Qing Linqiu, and I will be responsible for picking you up these few days, just call me if you have anything to do."

When Qing Linqiu was looking at Nan Ming, Nan Ming was also looking at Qing Linqiu.

His skin is dark, his face is firm, his short hair has the indentation of a hat, and he has a familiar temperament of Nan Ming.

"Is brother Qing a veteran?" Nan Ming asked.

"Probably." Qing Linqiu smiled, without further ado, the vehicle skillfully drove across the street and detoured into an alley.

There are tile-roofed courtyards in the alleys. Modern times stopped in front of a small courtyard. The black lacquered wooden door of the small courtyard was opened. In front of the shadow wall, there were green bamboos, swaying in the wind, which is very charming.

Qing Linqiu jumped out of the car, opened the car door for Nan Ming, and stood aside, like a bodyguard on TV.

A young man got into the modern driver's seat, parked the car and went to another place, while Qing Linqiu accompanied Nan Ming into the courtyard.

"What a beautiful small courtyard!" Nan Ming said pleasantly, "So there is still such a place, is your place the so-called farmyard?"

Qing Linqiu staggered, but fortunately he supported the wall.

The small courtyard is paved with blue bricks, and there are various plants all over the small courtyard. A huge plane tree covers the entire small courtyard, even in the hot summer, it is still cool.

Old Master Qing had already been waiting under the plane tree. Seeing Old Master Qing, Nan Ming hurriedly said, "You are Uncle Qing, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

Qing Linqiu staggered again, Nan Ming called Old Master Qing Uncle Qing, so what is he?

Old Man Qing forced a smile on his face, but that distorted smile looked uglier than crying.

"We are not a farmyard here..." He explained a little speechlessly.

When he saw Nan Ming, he felt as if he had been manipulated by Mr. Lu. This little guy saved his life and his own? Just kidding this is.

Anyway, he didn't believe it.

But since you promised something, you can't go back on your word.

"Is that a private kitchen?" Nan Ming said again.

Just eat your dishes! Why are there so many words! A million grass-mud horses galloped past Mr. Qing's heart.

However, he still managed to hold back the idea of ​​running away, and asked cheekily, "Well, what do you want to eat?"

"This... do you have a menu?" Nan Ming asked.

Old Master Qing and Qing Linqiu looked at each other in blank dismay.

"What...there's no menu..." Nan Ming muttered in a low voice, except for better service and car pick-up and drop-off, it seems unreliable...

However, Nan Ming is a naturally optimistic person: "It seems that private cooking is like this, forget it..."

Are you still dissatisfied? What qualifications do you have to be dissatisfied with? Master Qing is about to go berserk.

"Then I want to eat Jiuzhuan large intestine, pork belly, and sweet and sour pork loin..." Nan Ming called out some dishes that he thought were delicious at the beginning.

"En." Old Man Qing replied, and went to the kitchen.

Qing Linqiu is now a guest waiter, and brought Nan Ming into the main hall. There is an old square table in the middle of the main hall, which is quite old, and there are no other modern decorations, which are antique.

"any drinks?"

"Ice water."

Qing Linqiu helped Nan Ming pull away the chair, prepared the dishes and chopsticks, brought a bottle of iced purified water, and stood beside him with his hands behind his back.

He was like this when he was in charge of security duties in the army, but he was used to it.

In front of strangers, Nan Ming didn't like to talk very much, and the atmosphere was awkward for a while, so Nan Ming simply played with his mobile phone.

[To-do list: gather ten grids of energy/the first grid of energy/cheat and snatch, and move forward to the big meal! /Mysterious new store will soon add package】

In the kitchen, the more Mr. Qing thought about it, the more angry he became. He wished he could call back and scold Mr. Lu. Angrily, he threw the large intestine into the oil pan. Unexpectedly, the force was too much, and the oil splashed and splashed immediately. In his hand, he let out a cry of surprise.

Nan Ming was taken aback, but before he could react, Qing Linqiu jumped out of the main hall like a leopard and rushed into the kitchen.

Qing Linqiu was startled when he saw that the old man was burned, and quickly shouted: "Cold water! Cold water!"

"Here we come." Nan Ming handed over a large bottle of ice-cold purified water, and began to honestly and bluntly instruct the young men who rushed in upon hearing the voice to prepare more cold water and safflower oil.

"Okay, I can't die from this little injury." Old Master Qing felt that his face was flushed, and that he had humiliated him today.

I haven't cooked for so many years, after all, I was born with my hands.

Although it was a small injury, the oil in the oil pan was boiling, and the skin was red and swollen, which was visible to the naked eye. Fortunately, it was treated in time and there were no blisters.

Nan Ming felt very sorry. This old man is so old, and it is really not easy to make money from cooking in his own kitchen.

Moreover, he was burned because he was cooking for him. I don't know if I can cook in the next few days, and I feel pitiful when I think about it.

Looking at the deserted place here, it seems that the business is not very good.

Nan Ming decided to help him!

"Okay, I'll continue cooking." Mr. Qing put a cold compress on him, and he was about to continue working, no matter how much others persuaded him, it was useless.

Nan Ming felt that Mr. Qing was even more pitiful, and he couldn't take a break even though he was injured.

Nan Ming took the safflower oil and said, "Uncle Qing, at least put on some safflower oil."

Qing Linqiu stretched out his hand to take it, but Nan Ming raised his hand to stop him, saying, "I'll do it."

He looked at the energy he had saved, there was still about a third of the tube, and he used the strengthening ability carefully, and the energy dropped by half again.

The silver light was fleeting, Nan Ming poured the safflower oil on his hand, and carefully helped Old Master Qing apply it on his scalded arm.

As soon as the safflower oil was wrapped in it, Mr. Qing couldn't help but let out a comfortable hum.

"Okay." Nan Ming patted Mr. Qing's arm and said, "It shouldn't hurt anymore."

"It really doesn't hurt anymore." Old Master Qing was stunned, the redness and swelling on his arm was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The weirdest thing is that even the age spots are slowly disappearing.

"What kind of safflower oil is this..." Old Master Qing still wanted to ask, but saw that Nan Ming had honestly put the safflower oil into his pocket.

The last time I helped Mr. Lu strengthen a bottle of milk, but it was in front of Chen Wei, and Nan Ming didn't dare to steal it.

But right now, it's just a bottle of safflower oil...

I really hope that today's meal can be worth the ticket price, so that I don't let myself waste so much energy in vain.

Old Master Qing stared blankly at Nan Ming's back, and after a long time, shook his head and smiled.

It really is my savior.

"Uncle, Jiuzhuan Dachang is here." When Qing Linqiu came over with a plate of Jiuzhuan Dachang, Nan Ming was stunned: "What did you call me?"

"You Uncle Qing is my grandfather, what do you think I'll call you?" Qing Linqiu said with a smile, less humility and more affection.

"This...you don't need to talk about it like this, it's different." Nan Ming said hastily.

Qing Linqiu said with a smile: "I don't want my grandfather to break my leg."

If the relationship is general, it is natural to talk about each other. If the relationship is close, it can't be too casual.

Nan Ming didn't understand the meaning, so he could only blink and shake his head repeatedly.

Why did he suddenly have another cheap nephew?

In fact, Nan Ming, as the youngest and oldest cousin of this generation, is already in his fifties and sixties, and his eldest nephew is more than ten years older than him.

So, he didn't think it was a big deal, he just thought...

It seems that there is no business here, what a pity, in order to keep him as the only customer, he actually lowered his status.

Even if the cooking is not delicious, it's better to come and eat more times.

Uncle Lu is a big shot, so he can't give less money to others.

Helping such a poor person, Nan Ming really has no sense of accomplishment, but fortunately, the next big meal is completely worth the fare.

"Try this Jiuzhuan large intestine, I have only eaten Jiuzhuan large intestine made by my grandfather once, this dish is too troublesome, I can't eat it later." Qing Linqiu looked at the Jiuzhuan large intestine, feeling hungry , Hastily used amazing willpower to straddle behind Nan Ming again.

When Mr. Qing finally came out of the kitchen, he saw Nan Ming was feasting and sweating profusely.

I don't know why, but Mr. Qing suddenly felt a sincere sense of accomplishment, and said cheerfully, "How is it, Xiao Ming, is the food okay? How's the taste?"

"Delicious!" Nan Ming gave a thumbs up, "I've eaten a dish more delicious than this once in my life."

"Oh... where did you eat it?" Old Master Qing's face twitched, and his good mood and sense of accomplishment disappeared immediately. Are you itchy, kid? The dishes that I, Qing Huo, personally cook are not the best you have ever eaten?

"At Wenji Hotel, when Uncle Lu invited him, he said that the cook was a specially invited master of Shandong cuisine." Nan Ming was completely unaware that he had hit a fragile heart, and continued to feast without knowing it.

Jiuzhuan large intestine is fat, tender and delicious, the pork is not good enough to eat, and the sweet and sour tenderloin is sour and fragrant. After all, Mr. Qing has some skills, not to mention, the environment here is elegant, as if eating at his own home, and no matter how There was no Chen Wei glaring at him beside him, Nanming was very happy to eat, the energy bar next to him rose slowly, and it rose to two-thirds in a short time. The power of the safflower oil that was strengthened just now has already Made it up.

When Nan Mingfeng blew away the remaining clouds, he ate up the main dishes and side dishes on the table, and rubbed his stomach and hummed, Mr. Qing was a little worried. What if it broke?

Who would have thought that Nan Ming would be alive and well within five minutes after drinking another glass of water.

This kid, is his stomach made of iron?

[To-do list: gather ten grids of energy/the first grid of energy/cheat and snatch, and move forward to the big meal! /The farmhouse joins the luxury package]