Although it seems I haven’t actually eaten it.
But can you, like your father, straighten your back a bit, turn your head away, and stop looking at the snacks on the next table.
What’s the use of looking now, what were you doing when we were ordering?
Taking forever to order a dish, now the next table’s food is served and we can only sit here staring hungrily. Yesterday’s afternoon fruits weren’t bought well either; those cherries were definitely not 3J, at most 2.5J.
Besides lining up to buy Three Meat Buns and Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns to get more, Qian Zhongheng couldn’t figure out what use his son was.
"Hurry up and pour your Uncle Wang some tea." Qian Zhongheng said in a low voice.
The son hurriedly poured tea: "Uncle Wang, have some tea."
"No need, no need, I can pour it myself." Uncle Wang said with a cheerful smile, but his neck was a bit stiff as he too had to control himself from looking at the table next to them.
It’s really strange, it’s not like I haven’t eaten this snack before, Master Qin at Yunzhong Restaurant has made it a few times. It tasted so-so back then, but the one he brought back recently tasted so good I wanted to sneak up on Xu Tuqiang and grab his snacks. But it didn’t smell as good as today’s.
Could it be that I haven’t had Master Qin’s snacks for too long and missed them too much, that’s why today’s snacks smell exceptionally good?
Or maybe it’s the different setting, smelling the aroma of snacks in Huang Ji Restaurant adds a buff.
Unexpectedly, Huang Ji used to be a state-owned restaurant, Uncle Wang felt like letting out a long sigh and beginning to reminisce about the past.
Uncle Wang’s DNA moved.
Uncle Wang let out a long sigh.
Uncle Wang opened his mouth.
"Gensheng, do you remember when Master Jing was still around?" Qian Zhongheng interrupted the spell.
Uncle Wang didn’t expect there’d be someone reminiscing even before him, paused, nodded: "Of course I remember. When I graduated from college and wasn’t assigned back to Huishan City, I was assigned to Gusu’s cotton mill, at first I was a little reluctant."
"On the day of reporting for duty, the head of our finance department took me to eat at the state-owned restaurant."
"I still remember it clearly, fried small fish, stir-fried trinity, a plate of fragrant braised pork with quail eggs, and it smelled so good I almost ate the table."
"When Master Jing heard I was from Shan City, he asked if I had ever eaten Crab Shell Cake. Back then I didn’t even know it was a snack, thought it was some dish or soup made from crab shells, so naively I said I didn’t like crab, there’s no meat in those."
"Master Jing told me to come to the state-owned restaurant the next day, he’d make some for me to try. The next day when I went to the state-owned restaurant, he handed me a big pack, shrimp-filled, I ate while walking on my way back, everyone I met on the way asked if I would trade."
"That’s because your chief was afraid you, a college student, wouldn’t want to stay at the cotton mill, so he slipped money to the state-owned restaurant, asking Master Jing to use food to keep you. There was supposed to be a backup plan too, who knew a pack of Crab Shell Cakes would settle it." Qian Zhongheng laughed.
"What was the backup plan?"
"Double Crab Bun, your chief’s relative by marriage lived by the sea, that year they sent your chief a big package of dried sea cucumbers. Those sea cucumbers were all stored at the state-owned restaurant, just waiting for the Crab Shell Cakes not to work, then they’d bring out the Double Crab Bun a few days later."
Uncle Wang painfully closed his eyes.
"Dad, what’s a Double Crab Bun?" the son asked, quite spinelessly.
"Delicious, not available to buy, can’t afford it, can’t eat it." Qian Zhongheng concluded classically.
Just as he finished speaking, the snacks arrived.
Everyone at the table included, even the granddaughter sitting on the son’s lap, each had one.
The son couldn’t wait to pick one up, glanced at his daughter, painfully handed it over to her, then took another for himself.
The granddaughter happily opened her small mouth and took a bite, not even getting to the filling, still happily chewing away.
Uncle Wang no longer reminisced, reminiscing can be done anytime, but if the snacks sit for too long, they won’t taste good cold.
Having been an accountant for so many years, Uncle Wang still knew how to weigh what’s important.
After one bite, Uncle Wang’s tears almost fell.
He really missed the time when Master Qin was still at Yunzhong Restaurant.
The competition wasn’t intense at all back then.
He missed the days of just starting work, if given another chance, he definitely wouldn’t have settled on staying just for a pack of Crab Shell Cakes.
He would surely hold out until eating Double Crab Bun.
"Ding, congrats on discovering a new side quest [Wang Gensheng’s Desire], please check the task panel."
Having seen countless satisfied expressions on diners’ faces from the small window, feeling they’ve slacked off enough, even listened to some student table’s color analysis, Qin Huai, who was analyzing why the snack was painted so ugly, was taken aback.
What’s this side quest?
[Wang Gensheng’s Desire]???
Isn’t Wang Gensheng Uncle Wang?
No... this... also...
Uncle Wang, not human???
Is there still anyone in Yunzhong District?
The spirit density in our community is a bit too high, isn’t it?!
What, you’re saying Uncle Wang isn’t from Yunzhong District? He’s not even from the neighboring district, he’s from the same district as Pei Xing.
Anyway, he’s in the Yunzhong District owner’s small group.