But Gu Huaixiu felt that his nephew had a disgusting face and put on his sunglasses casually. The lenses were wide and others could not see where he looked. Gu Huaixiu looked at the kitchen for the third time and saw the nominal prospective niece standing with his back to him, a white shirt and a light blue long skirt, and a slender figure, like a tender willow that had just sprouted.

Qingxi was focused on her, and the noodles were almost healed. She put the vegetables washed in advance, slowly pushed the chicken oil evenly, sucked the noodles and started the pot.

"Give me a bowl!" Lu Duo shouted bluntly.

The male guests behind also yelled to taste it.

Qingxi looked at the old Yang couple.

Old Yang nodded, Qingxi served a bowl for Old Yang first, and then served six bowls one after another. There were more people and fewer sides, and each bowl was worth only a few pitiful ones.

Mrs. Yang held the tray and distributed a bowl to each person. Because Gu Huaixiu did not ask for it, nor did he show interest in cat ears, she put all the sunglasses on, so Mrs. Yang only put a bowl in front of Lu Duo.

The noodles that just came out of the pot were warm, and the soup was clear and the cat's ears were small and cute. Maybe it was because of the good impression of Qingxi. Lu Duo only felt that this bowl of noodles was also very skillful, not much worse than Mr. Yang's skills. After watching the look, Lu Duo couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, picked up a cat's ear and blew it hard, and put one chopstick into his mouth.

Qingxi stared at him nervously.

Lu Duo chewed a few bites, and was about to say something based on instinct. When he saw Qingxi's expectation, Lu Duo changed his words in time and praised Qingxi loudly: "It's not bad, if you open a noodle restaurant, I will definitely come."

Qingxi believed it and continued to observe other guests.

Those men were in their thirties on average. They liked Qingxi's beauty, but they were not as obvious as Lu Duo. They wanted to please Qingxi. They looked at each other and smiled tacitly. Except for the two who stayed and continued to wait for Qingxi to rent a shop, the others left, and went home and strolled around.

Qingxi's heart was cold.

Mr. Yang took a pair of chopsticks and asked her to taste it by herself.

Qingxi uneasyly clamped a cat's ear. The first feeling was that it was salty, and then the noodles were a little dead.

To put it nicely, her ears are really golden and jade, and they are broken and fragile.

Facing Mr. Yang's eyes "Your own evaluation", all Qingxi's confidence before this, whether learning cooking or revitalizing Xu Qingtang, was shattered all over the ground. The slim future and the girl's thin skin, Qingxi lowered her head, and her tears fell out like rain, and in a flash, it turned from a silent light rain to an uncontrollable sob.

Lu Duo and Mr. Yang were shocked. Mrs. Yang felt sorry for her and thoughtfully pulled Qingxi aside and coaxed her: "Don't cry, don't cry, you can practice cooking skills. If you can't do it well this time, you will only be fourteen, so you won't have to worry about not being able to practice."

Qingxi didn't want to cry, and she didn't want to make herself more embarrassed, but the more she wanted to hold it in, the more she cried. Her longing for her father came again, and her grief couldn't be suppressed, like a child that no one wanted.

Mrs. Yang couldn't coax the little girl well, so she hugged Qingxi and winked at her husband, meaning that you would be responsible for the trouble you caused.

Old Yang was really wronged. The little girl ate the cat's ear and then cried. He didn't say anything?

Listening to the little girl's whimpering cry, her shoulders were trembling and pitiful, Old Yang felt distressed and wanted to laugh, and walked over and coaxed, "I said, girl, the noodles you made are not delicious, but grandpa didn't say he wouldn't rent your shop, right?"

Qingxi cried and raised her head from Mrs. Yang's arms. Her little face was covered in smoke and she cried. Her eyes were red and her eyes were like rain. She looked at Mr. Yang in disbelief, looking at Mr. Yang even more aggrieved and pitiful.

Old Yang smiled and asked confidently: "I'm so old, this is the first time I'm making dough with myself?"

Qingxi nodded, holding the last glimmer of hope, and while trying to stop the thrusting, he explained with a sob: "I, my father is a cook, I want to learn from him. My father is afraid that I will make thick hands, so he never asks me to use a knife to move firewood..."

Mr. Yang looked at the girl's tender face and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and fully understood her father's mood. If he had such a beautiful daughter, he wouldn't be willing to let her be tired. But cooking is more important than fighting, and the strength of kneading dough and the timing of getting the pot will be much less.

Touching Qingxi's head, Mr. Yang sighed: "You can make this taste when you make noodles for the first time. The girl is very talented and much better than grandpa back then. Stop crying, grandpa rents you from the shop, but you have to practice it before opening. Grandpa is a person who can't sit still. If you don't dislike it, grandpa is willing to pass on your experience and help you get started as soon as possible."

As soon as these words were spoken, Qingxi's tears stopped completely and he looked at Old Yang with ecstasy: "Really?"

Old Yang smiled and nodded. He was old, what did he do to cheat his child?

"Thank you grandpa!" Qingxi wiped his eyes and turned around and was about to kneel down and kowtow to Mr. Yang.

"Hey, there is no need to give this gift. Grandpa is just giving me some advice. In fact, with your talent, I practice it a few more times in private, and I will get all these pasta in less than half a year." Old Yang stopped Qingxi and said sincerely. If the little girl was not a good material for learning cooking, he would not have been too kind and took the initiative to find something.

Qingxi knew that she had talent, but she was short of money now. Mr. Yang's teaching and guidance could help her save a lot of time. She couldn't repay this kindness.

"Old Yang, since you appreciate Miss Qingxi, why don't you just accept Miss Qingxi as an apprentice?" Lu Duo came over with a bowl of noodles. Seeing Qingxi looking at him, Lu Duo deliberately supported the venue and ate a few bites. "I have a strong taste, but I like to eat salty food."

Qingxi burst into tears and laughed, and she was also grateful to Lu Duo's simple kindness.

Lu Duo repeated the matter of becoming a disciple again, and quietly blinked at Qingxi, recognized his master, and Mr. Yang was embarrassed to take the rent from his disciple again?

Qingxi had no intention of him, and just wanted to learn from his master and look at Mr. Yang inquiry.

The little girl just cried, and now she showed such anticipational look. How dare Mr. Yang refuse? What should I do if I cry again?

"Master." Qingxi called sweetly.

Mr. Yang pretended to be reserved: "It's not too late to change your mouth after tribute to tea tomorrow."

Qingxi said seriously: "Well, I will prepare a gift tomorrow and go to your house to officially become a disciple."

Lu Duo joined in the fun: "I'll go too."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone behind him said lightly: "Let's go."

Hearing the sound, Qingxi remembered Gu Huaixiu's existence. He looked over secretly, but only saw the man's slender and tall back, and walked out of the noodle shop without any haste.

When his uncle left, Lu Duo had to follow and rushed to the door. He smiled brightly and waved to Qingxi: "I will definitely come to support the day when Miss Qingxi Noodle Restaurant will open!"

Qingxi smiled back and listened to Lu Duo's footsteps leaving, but Gu Huaixiu's cold eyes inadvertently emerged in his mind.
Chapter completed!