Anyway, after being personally sent to the car by Yan Xianjue.
Shen Fangli said she couldn't bear it.
She rolled down the car window and waved to Yan Xianjue.
Yan Xianjue nodded and made a 'you can drive' gesture to the driver.
*
Uncle Lu just drove the car in front of Yan Xianjue at this time.
"Uncle Lu, did you put the business card that Big Brother made for me in the car?"
After Yan Xianjue got in the car, he didn't say where he was going, but asked this first.
Uncle Lu thought about it and it seemed to be the case.
But he remembered that he didn't put it in the car.
"The car was just serviced a few days ago."
"Please check behind you. If not, then he's probably not here."
Yan Xianjue nodded and said, "Okay."
"Forget it then. Find me a piece of white paper."
Uncle Lu didn't know what he was going to do.
Pull out a blank card from the armrest box.
He handed it to Yan Xianjue and said, "Is this okay?"
Yan Xianjue took it, looked at it, and laughed.
Isn’t this the backing card for the sticky notes he bought at the school stationery store?
How come it's in the armrest?
Without figuring out what was going on, Yan Xianjue didn't think about it too much and just took it: "Okay, that's perfect."
He took out a pen from the back seat and wrote his cell phone number in a flamboyant manner.
After writing, fold it in half along the middle and hold it in your hand.
Yan Xianjue leaned back in his chair, relaxed.
Next, let’s go meet the genius director in the novel who hanged himself with the last rope.
*
Uncle Lu couldn't understand why the young master suddenly wanted to eat street food.
He struggled and said, "How about going home and asking the kitchen to make it for you?"
The spleen and stomach of wealthy people are precious. What if something goes wrong with their diet?
But Yan Xianjue disagreed, just like a person who suddenly started to rebel at the age of eighteen.
And he justified it by saying, "That's not the same taste."
Uncle Lu's mouth twitched.
Is there no smell of exhaust fumes and gutter oil from the roadside?
But when you work in a job long enough, you get to know your employer a little better: "You and the Second Young Master had such a great time eating together as kids."
Therefore, Yan Xianjue’s reason is totally invalid.
Both Yan's father and mother are very open-minded parents.
They are not like the old man of the Lin family, who thinks that eating these street snacks is garbage or food for inferior people.
But for the sake of hygiene, when Yan Xianjue and Yan Ci were young, they had the kitchen at home replicated.
If they want, they can take it to school and share it with their classmates.
Yan Ci mentioned it many times, but Yan Xianjue never mentioned it once.
Well...but this can't be blamed on the chef at home.
Because Yan Xianjue likes to eat fried stinky tofu, the school does not allow him to bring it.
*
But under Yan Xianjue's insistence, Uncle Lu obediently drove the car to the location designated by Yan Xianjue.
He was surprised to find that there was actually a stall selling fried starch sausages here.
In his memory, this kind of mobile stall does not necessarily come every day.
I don’t know who introduced this to the young master, Uncle Lu thought with some worry.
If he has a stomach upset, is there anyone who can take the blame for him?
Look at this stall owner's medium-long hair, his bangs cover half of his eyes.
Uncle Lu felt that this person shouldn't be here.
He should go sing on the streets and then wander around.
Uncle Lu parked his car right in front of the fried starch sausage stall.
The stall owner didn't even raise his head.
Uncle Lu was about to get out of the car to buy it himself when he heard Yan Xianjue open the back door window.
*
Yan Xianjue stared with interest at the stall owner writing and drawing on a tattered notebook.
He discovered the road that Uncle Lu drove in just now.
This little cart selling starch sausages seemed to be excluded, wandering away from the row of street snacks.
He didn't rush to speak.
The stall owner ignored the luxury car parked in front of his stall that affected his business.
For a moment, the scene was actually quite quiet.
Instead, the uncle selling pancakes next door stretched his neck to take a look.
Greet the stall owner: "Xiao Yao! Stop playing, a customer is coming!"
The uncle's voice was loud, bold and enthusiastic.
From the stall owner's name, it was clear that this was not the first time the other party had faced this situation.
Just the other party's shout not only brought the stall owner back to his senses.
It also attracted the confusion and curiosity of the customers who were still queuing around. Yan Xianjue had already seen someone taking pictures secretly.
Um……
If possible, I hope she can help encode the license plate number.
Otherwise he will have a hard time explaining himself tomorrow.
But Uncle Lu is worthy of being Uncle Lu.
Being able to work in the Yan family for so long is enough to deal with various emergencies.
When I noticed someone was taking pictures.
He got out of the car and asked the other party to delete the photos.
Yan Xianjue didn't care about Uncle Lu's actions, he fully trusted him.
*
The stall owner put the notebook in his hand into his backpack.
She stood up, wiped her hands on her apron, and asked quietly, "How many do you want?"
He seems to be a bit introverted and maybe even a bit cowardly.
One could even guess that he was ashamed of setting up a stall here to sell fried starch sausages.
But Yan Xianjue knew that there was a blazing fire in this man's bones.
After the fireworks are extinguished, they will end their lives without hesitation.
Yan Xianjue raised his finger and waved it in front of the stall owner: "One."
The stall owner nodded and lowered his head to fiddle with it.
It’s just that his stall may have been left unpatronized for a long time.
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