Going back to the store, Yuanzhou went upstairs and washed it a lot. When I came down, it was almost time to prepare the ingredients for dinner.

Dinner in Yuanzhou is naturally handy, and even the tricolor beans have been bothering him.

When Yuanzhou began to prepare ingredients, the team began to line up outside the door.

It’s just that today’s team is slightly different. It’s usually very lively. Today, there is a special quiet, that is the last paragraph of the team.

Because just now, Ling Hong accompanied a steady foot, the old man with silver hair quickly walked into the team.

The old man's momentum is strong, his face is still very serious, even Ling Hong, who usually smiles with the sun on his side, is hard to be quiet, there is no ordinary sorrow.

This time, because of the low pressure of the old man and the abnormality of Ling Hong, the tone of the previous few people’s laughter was low.

"Is it here?" The old man’s tone was serious.

"Yes." Ling Hong nodded.

"If you don't have a spring tea, you know that I am amazing." The old man said with anger.

"Know it." Ling Hong reluctantly responded.

The movements of the two people are not too small. Even the Wuhai, which is in front of them, sees it. Looking back at Ling Hongwei’s two voices, I don’t have much to say.

The expression on Wuhai’s face is obviously: “Ling Hong has a day that turns into a beggar.”

"It seems that it is not the time for me to eat this tea egg." Ling Hong couldn't help but support the face. The expression of a headache was originally intended to be a compass, but I did not expect to drag the pit together with myself.

"This little shop is too wasteful, it is actually a spring tea, spring tea! It is simply a violent thing." The old man glared at Ling Hong and looked angry.

"I just ate, but it is not me." Ling Hong decisive shabu-shabu.

"Then you can't eat." The old man blinked: "What is your mouth, but also the tea eggs of Tuen Mun Spring Tea, how can I not know if your mouth is so expensive?!"

Speaking of this old man is Ling Hong's grandfather, and only in front of his grandfather, Ling Hong will be so embarrassed.

The reason why Grandpa Ling Hong came is because Ling Hong made his own work.

The thing happened last night. Lingjia will meet from time to time, that is, a big family gather for a meal or something.

This rule is set by the old man in front of him. When he is older, he naturally likes the feeling of grandchildren, lively and intimate.

Ling Hong had to be a demon last night. He first came to Yuanzhou Xiaodian to order a tea egg. He had already known that this tea egg was cooked by Tuen Mun Spring Tea, and this tea egg was unspeakable after eating it. Tea is in the mouth.

The most important thing is that Ling Hong specially gave Yuanzhou a spoonful of tea soup in order to avoid the obvious taste, just to make the tea fragrance obvious.

This will allow the grandfather who loves tea to be able to smell it.

Now it’s good, the smell is smelling, it’s almost killing Ling Hong. If it’s not during the day, the old man can take people to the Yuanzhou store early in the morning.

It’s hard to wait until the evening, and the father naturally has no good face.

After all, Ling Hong’s sorrow last night said that he was eating tea eggs, but a tea egg made the old man smell the taste of the spring tea. Can Ling Hong not be killed? If you really didn't kill, you are really a grandfather.

"You wait for me." Father waited for Ling Hong, said with a dissatisfied.

At this time, a few more queued diners were directly behind Ling Hong and the old man.

Ling Hong’s father has been on the side of his face, and Ling Hong is like a peacock holding a feather, standing straight.

This kind of scene is hard to see.

"What happened to Ling Ling?" Zhou Jiayi, who had just arrived, looked at the situation and was both curious and worried about Wu Hai on the side.

"It may be hit by his grandfather." Wu Hai touched his mustache and said affirmatively: "The old man seems to be in a bad position and has not killed him."

"Ah? But Ling Hong is so big, will his grandfather hit him?" Zhou Jia asked in surprise.

"That can be said." Wuhai eyes whispered.

The dialogue between Wuhai and Zhou Jia was heard by the diners on the side, and with the voice of Wuhai deliberately increasing, the diners who were waiting in line basically knew that Ling Hong was hit by his grandfather today.

As for the reasons, there are many different opinions. Some people say that it is because they are too fancy. Some people say that it is because they spend too much money. In short, in the case that Wuhai does not know, at least a dozen versions of Ling Hong have been beaten.

At this time, I often come to eat. The grandfather riding a tricycle also heard about this matter, just as he stood behind Ling Hong.

The old man is an enthusiastic person. When he sees and hears such a situation, he directly speaks.

"What happened to Laozhang?" The old man asked directly to Linghong's grandfather.

Ling Hong knows that the old man is familiar with himself. Therefore, he is consciously letting a little bit of position, so that his father can talk to the people behind.

"Talk to me?" asked the old man, Ling.

Ling Laozi turned his head and looked at the old man. The old man had a kind smile and his face was very wrinkled. It was not as good as his general maintenance.

But the white hair on the head of the old man is much less than his, and the frowns in the corners of his eyes are the most, but the ones at home are laughing.

The body is lean, but the person looks very spirited, wearing a normal but feel, a black glove in the pocket, and a pair of easy-to-walk sneakers.

The hair is short, the beard is stored, but it is black, and the whole person looks inexplicably intimate.

Such a person suddenly spoke to himself. Ling Laozi naturally feels very surprised. Although this person looks kind and familiar, he is sure that he should not know this person.

"You look at the old man who pulled your face, he made you angry?" But the old man nodded naturally, then asked Ling Hong.

"Oh, no, this kid is a defeated family." Speaking of this Ling Laozi directly frowned, hate said.

"Is it?" The old man looked at Ling Hong suspiciously and asked.

The tricycle grandfather often came to eat to know Ling Hong. In his impression, Ling Hong is not very publicized. He is a very spiritual boy.

"No, this kid has eaten the tea eggs made with the spring tea of ​​Tuen Mun. It is simply a scrambled egg with leeks. It’s a mess." Hearing this question, the old man opened his voice again, but he said more and more, pointing to Ling Hong. Just open up.

Ling Laozi said this, the old man suddenly stunned, looked up and looked at the old man, looking up and down, as if looking at something strange.

For a long time, there was no more noise.

"How?" Ling Laozi was seen as uncomfortable, and asked.

"This is your grandfather?" The old man did not answer, but suddenly asked Ling Hong.

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