Chapter 357: Handwriting of an old friend, Xie Gou's surprise attack (Part 1)
The driver, Old Huang, was also looking at his young master. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a figure rushing out of the car, running to the opposite side almost in an uncontrollable manner, and rushing into the store.
He widened his eyes in shock, because the figure was none other than Mr. Yi!
In Lao Huang's impression, Mr. Yi always has a smiling face, calmness and rationality are deeply rooted in his bones, and he never reveals his true feelings easily.
But at this moment, the back figure revealed a bit of disorder and panic.
"Dad, why are you here? Aren't you waiting in the car? I'm here..." It will be done soon.
Before Yi Ci could finish his words, Yi Hansheng had already walked past him and headed straight into the store.
Yi Ci: “?”
Jiang Da stood in front of the machine, skillfully spreading the batter, cracking an egg, and spreading it evenly, then brushing on the sauce and adding the ingredients...
Suddenly, a shadow appeared beside him. It was a man about the same height as him. Jiang Da said in a gentle voice, "Please queue outside to buy your pancakes. Thank you."
Yi Hansheng looked up and down at this man of the same age. To be honest, he was very ordinary, the kind that you could grab a handful of on the street.
“Who wrote your sign?”
Jiang Da was stunned: "...Ah?"
Yi Hansheng spoke each word with unprecedented patience: "Who wrote the words 'Jiang Ji Jian Bing' on the sign?"
But in reality, the excitement and excitement were almost uncontrollable and could burst out of the body at any time.
That word...
Wandering and looking up and down, she is graceful and elegant, strong as iron painting, and charming as silver hook.
He had seen it countless times in his youth, a flick of the hand from that man.
Back then, in order to stand by and grind the ink for her, Yi Hansheng had even gone to consult an expert on how to control the force when grinding the ink, which direction was better, what proportion to add water to, and what kind of water to add...
Her handwriting reflects her personality, and what she writes is just like her, clear and bright like the moon, shining like the sun, and unique in the world!
Therefore, even if twenty years had passed, Yi Hansheng would never admit his mistake!
"Oh, you mean that sign? My daughter had it custom-made by an advertising company. It's pretty good, right?" Although Jiang Da felt very strange, he still answered the other party truthfully.
But Yi Hansheng was clearly not satisfied: "I'm asking about the words inside! Who did you ask to write those few brush characters?"
"It's an advertising company." Jiang Da was a little confused.
He didn't know why this well-dressed and elegant customer was concerned about his shop's sign.
What happened to the sign?
It looks good.
"This character..." Yi Hansheng forced himself to calm down, "It's very similar to the handwriting of a friend of mine. No, it should be exactly the same. We have lost contact for more than 20 years, so can you tell me where she is?"
Jiang Da suddenly realized, that's how it is, but -
"As much as I want to help you, I really don't know."
Yi Hansheng frowned.
"This sign was like this when I brought it back." Jiang Da's expression didn't seem like he was lying.
Yi Hansheng hesitated for a moment and asked, "Which advertising company did you work for?"
Jiang Da mentioned the name of the advertising company, "...That should be it."
"Thank you." Yi Hansheng took out his wallet and gave all the cash inside to Jiang Da.
The latter was surprised: "What is this for?"
"Just a little token of my appreciation. If you have any further news, please let me know. This is my business card with my phone number on it."
Jiang Da returned the money to him but left his business card: "No need for the money. I'll call you if I have any news."
Yi Hansheng didn't force it and returned to the car in a daze.
He couldn't help but look out the window again. The four big words "Jiang Ji Pancake" made his eyes red.
Old Huang was sitting in the driver's seat. He saw his husband's abnormal behavior through the rearview mirror and kept silent without daring to say anything.
After a while, Yi Ci came back with the pancakes and ate them while walking.
As soon as I opened the car door, I met my old man's torch-like hot eyes, uh!
He glanced at the half-eaten pancake in his hand and asked, "Would you like a bite?"
Yi Hansheng's mouth twitched: "Come up."
"Oh." Yi Ci got into the car and sat down, talking all the time, just as long as he wasn't coveting his pancakes.
“When did this store open?”
"Hmm?" Yi Ci turned around in confusion, his cheeks still puffed up. "Why are you asking this?"
Yi Hansheng: "Just chatting."
"Last semester."
"You mean it hasn't been open for long?"
"Not really... They originally set up a stall on the street across the street, but they didn't have a shop, so they moved here later."
The man thought thoughtfully: "Do you come here often?"
"Ahem...it's okay."
"How come I didn't know you liked pancakes?"
Yi Ci curled his lips, his face full of disgust: "You said that as if you knew I like to eat other things..."
Yi Hansheng: “…”Okay, forget about being a loving father.
"That sign..."
Yi Ci swallowed the last bite without wiping his mouth: "What signboard?"
"Forget it." He decided to check it himself.
"..." Sentence is halfway through, something goes wrong!
…
When Zhong Ziang returned to Yutian Mansion, Aunt Liu had already prepared the meal.
"Young Master is back! Take a break first, dinner will be served soon!"
"Where's my uncle?"
Aunt Liu: "The master is upstairs."
"Oh." Zhong Ziang put down his schoolbag and collapsed on the sofa. How great!
That bastard Yi Ci was really cruel. He is in pain all over and his cheekbone is even scratched.
At this moment, Xie Dingyuan came down from upstairs, scanning him from head to toe with a critical gaze. The next second, his brows suddenly tightened.
"Why so late?"
"We played ball on the playground for a while."
Xie Dingyuan didn't ask any more questions, just said: "Go take a shower first."
Zhong Ziang was not happy: "Dinner is about to start...it's the same if I wash it after eating."
"You're covered in dust and mud, and you still want to eat?"
This is quite a harsh statement.
Zhong Ziang's cheeks flushed. "Why, why can't I eat? I'm clean!"
Xie Dingyuan responded directly with a look of disgust.
Zhong Ziang's mouth drooped as he walked upstairs dejectedly, muttering to himself as he walked, "It's obviously very clean... It's all that bastard Yi Ci's fault. He was just playing basketball, why did he have to fight? He even pissed Jiang Fuyue off..."
Xie Dingyuan's ears moved: "Stop."
Zhong Ziang turned around and said, "Huh?"
"Eat first."
"Huh?!" The young man's expression brightened, and he quickly turned back, "Uncle, did I hear correctly?"
Xie Dingyuan ignored him and went straight to the dining room.
Zhong Ziang followed behind like a puppy: "Is it really possible not to take a shower? Uncle, are you cured of mysophobia?"
At this time, Liu Ma had already brought the dishes to the table. Zhong Ziang shouted "It smells so good" and couldn't wait to pull out a chair and sit down.
Xie Dingyuan glanced at him coldly and said, "Wash your hands first."
"...Oh." The claws that had been stretched out were silently retracted.
While washing his hands, Zhong Ziang looked at his dusty self in the mirror and was a little surprised.
I wasn't surprised at how disheveled I was, but I was surprised that even though I was in such a dishevel, I was allowed to sit at the table and eat without taking a shower?
Uncle, what happened to you today?
strangeness……
However, there is something even stranger to come.
At the quiet dining table, originally only the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding could be heard, but suddenly——
"Did you fight with anyone today?"
Zhong Ziang was stunned.
Xie Dingyuan took a sip of soup and said, "Why, it's hard to say?"
"No..." What about the agreement not to talk while eating or sleeping?
Ever since he transferred to Linhuai and lived with Xie Dingyuan, he had never seen his uncle chatting with anyone while eating.
Is it true that he is stimulated?
Xie Dingyuan frowned, and when he met his nephew's dull gaze, he seemed even more worried: "Did he get beaten stupid?"
Zhong Ziang reacted immediately and tried to save face: "How is that possible?! I almost beat him silly!"
"he?"
"Yi Ci, there's a boy in my class who took advantage of Jiang Fuyue on the first day of school registration! Do you remember him?"
The man's eyes gleamed, "Yeah, I have an impression."
"I'm telling you, this guy is so abominable. I was originally going to the playground today for... and then, he detained me to do homework. Damn... I originally wanted to play with Jiang Fuyue, but he turned out to be so naughty that he forced me to lose my temper..."
Zhong Ziang, this big mouth, blurted out everything at once, even a small detail, such as Yi Ci staring at Jiang Fuyue's waist and legs, etc., which was described so vividly by him.
Xie Dingyuan was only responsible for listening quietly, and no unnecessary emotions could be seen from his profile.
Zhong Ziang became more and more excited as he spoke, and was about to describe Yi Ci as a pervert. Suddenly, there was a hint of coolness in the air, and he subconsciously tightened his coat without thinking much about it.
But how could it be cold in a villa equipped with a constant temperature control system?
First update, 3,000 words.
The correct answer is: D! Did you guess it right?
Second update at 12:30~
(End of this chapter)
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