The clock on the wall pointed to 10 a.m., almost lunchtime. The family of three—the parents, who are impatient, woke their child up at 3 a.m. to catch the high-speed train, and the child hasn't eaten a single meal since. Just thinking about it makes one feel sorry for them.
"Hello, I noticed you don't have a menu here. Do you still serve breakfast?"
"Yes, we have some simple home-cooked meals. What would you like to eat?" Grandma greeted the guests. This was how it was when Grandpa ran a small restaurant in his youth. Grandpa was in charge of the kitchen, while Grandma was in charge of serving the guests.
"Anything is fine, I don't have any dietary restrictions, just bring whatever you have." They were well-dressed and clearly wealthy. I had seen them online before; Wanling Zoo was definitely a breath of fresh air among zoos. Despite its castle-like appearance, the commercial street inside had clearly marked prices, similar to or even cheaper than ordinary restaurants outside.
They dare to walk right into shops without signs, not afraid of being overcharged at all.
Grandpa nodded after hearing this: "Then I'll just do whatever I feel like."
The family of three found a place with a four-seat table. The mother put her bag on a side seat, while the father and son sat on the other side.
The son said in a hoarse voice, "You two shouldn't do this when you go out in the future. If you keep doing this, I won't want to go out with you anymore. And Mom, I'm not trying to criticize you, but when you go out, you should eat something proper. Don't eat those puffed foods and snacks all the time. They're not good for your health at all."
"Anyway, I won't bring you fried starch sausages, snail rice noodles, fried skewers, or wide rice noodles for hot pot at school. Can we eat something normal?"
Su Zhou couldn't help but lift her eyelids to look over. At this moment, a few more people came to the small restaurant one after another. The tourists really had sharp eyes. Even in such a remote place, they could find the location of the small restaurant.
"Tomato and egg rice bowl".
"I also want tomato and egg rice."
"Then I'll have a serving of sweet and sour pork, a serving of shredded pork with garlic sauce, and a stir-fried shredded potatoes with green peppers."
The tourists who came to this small restaurant were skeptical, but dishes like scrambled eggs with tomatoes and stir-fried shredded potatoes with green peppers were relatively low-grade; even if they were bad, they couldn't be too bad.
Grandma solemnly took out a small notebook and wrote it down before going to the back kitchen to find Grandpa.
Because the restaurant is sealed off from the fumes, tourists sitting inside can't smell the cooking oil at all. It's only when Grandma brings out a dozen freshly baked pancakes, a plate of stir-fried bean sprouts, and a plate of stir-fried chicken legs that the aroma fills the space.
Like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating huge waves.
"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, this smells amazing!" Someone frantically sniffed, trying to inhale the aroma.
"Just smelling this aroma reminds me of my grandma's cooking. Her pancakes were so fragrant; she'd spread several layers of oil, and the edges would be golden and crispy. If you rolled some scallions in them, making scallion pancakes, they were delicious even without any other vegetables. But she's been gone for several years now, and I haven't had scallion pancakes in ages. Could I have a scallion pancake, please?" Upon smelling the aroma, someone immediately ordered another scallion pancake.
Su Zhou touched her nose. She had originally thought that since the location was so remote, not many tourists would come here. What a blunder! There were still so many people.
I felt a little uneasy, wondering if I had exhausted my grandparents after such a long day.
However, the small restaurant has other waiters and chefs, so if Grandpa and Grandma are really too busy, the chefs will help out. Su Zhou is genuinely worried that after a whole day, the two elderly people, in their seventies or eighties, with their old arms and legs worn out, will be exhausted, and it seems that Grandpa and Grandma are still struggling.
Their faces beamed with smiles, wrinkles crinkling their cheeks, their smiles warm and gentle. Su Zhou was slightly taken aback. Since her parents and several other relatives had stopped keeping in touch, the two of them hadn't been this happy in a long time. After all, these were children she had carried for ten months and given birth to, yet they had ended up separated. As elders, they must have felt terrible.
The family of three had already started eating, and the son was still nagging, lecturing his parents: "And Dad, you too. You're an adult now, don't be so greedy. Those junk foods are no good for your health at all. Don't keep spending money on games. You've already spent 20,000 yuan on games this month. Does money grow on trees? Yes, I know it's your own money, but you have to be frugal. Do you know what 20,000 yuan can do? In some places where housing prices are relatively cheap, you can buy a two-bedroom apartment outright."
As he spoke, he took a bite of the soft, crumbly pastry as if venting his anger.
Everyone burst out laughing when they saw it.
This is truly a treasure of a child; you should have a child like this. In the old-fashioned world, most families worry that their sons will eat junk food and not eat properly at home, or that they'll become addicted to games at a young age. There are countless examples of minors spending tens of thousands of yuan of their parents' hard-earned money on games and ending up in the news. But this family is completely the opposite.
The father loves to spend money on games, the mother pesters her son to buy her snacks from the school gate, the son is upright and honest, and the whole family looks very respectable.
Some people even secretly filmed the video, blurred the three people's faces, and posted it online, along with the location of Grandma's Little Restaurant and the caption: "Old-fashioned child, can the country assign me a child like this?"
“Even eating can’t shut you up, son, stop talking. I really know I was wrong. Um… I’ll change my ways. This way of rolling the tortilla is especially good, the juices won’t spill. Let’s eat first, and then we’ll go see that chimpanzee. Haven’t you been clamoring to see it? We can’t book a hotel, but we’ll do it again after you go to middle school. I’ll definitely book a hotel then, okay?” The young man handed a rolled-up tortilla to the handsome boy.
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