Ding Baoshu was wearing a pair of brand new black leather shoes. When he stood, his two feet were far apart, for fear that one of them would accidentally cross the line and dirty the other. He wore

a pair of white socks inside his leather shoes. Occasionally, when he lifted his feet to walk, his dark gray casual pants were lifted up a little, revealing a little white, so delicate. He didn't look like a poor boy who only had his sick grandmother lying in bed in a shabby house. He looked like a baby whose fastidious mother took good care of his life.

The belt on his casual pants was also brand new. The dark brown color was very high-end and resistant to dirt and wear. On top was a gray plaid shirt with two buttons open at the collar, revealing the boy's bony collarbone. The sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, and the wrists and forearms are also clearly bony, thin and cool, like a slender tree that is broken by the sea breeze all day but still grows vigorously.

His face is still that stubborn look of always being serious and serious, but today he stands very straight, and his fingers are more nimble and neat.

Customers who often come to buy milk tea are keen to find that today's milk tea boy is not only more handsome, but also more fluent in making milk tea.

In the past, it took 3 minutes to make tea, but today it only takes 2 minutes.

Those same thin fingers seem to be more powerful, like a toy with a spring tightened, full of power.

"What's the matter, brother?" The cheerful and enthusiastic big sister always likes to chat with Baoshu more. Today, she also noticed his bright spirit and couldn't help asking.

Ding Baoshu raised his eyes to glance at the pretty elder sister, then lowered his eyes to concentrate on the work in his hands. His two still tender sword-like brows were pressed low, like Fahai, who was not interested in women, fighting against the seductive green snake. He only replied in a conservative way:

"Nothing, your Ice Cream with thick ice cream."

Not only did the elder sister not think he was cold, but she thought it was really cute that he was obviously very happy, but he had to pretend to be happy. She couldn't help but tiptoe, reached over the milk tea counter, and patted the handsome boy on the head when he was caught off guard. Then she turned around under his incredible stare, and said casually:

"Don't work so hard, just laugh when you are happy."

Then she walked away.

Ding Baoshu rubbed his short hair, turned his head and looked at the shiny iron sheet on the wall beside the counter, smoothed his short hair, adjusted his new shirt, and carefully checked to make sure that the milk tea and other additives were not splashed. Only then did he feel relieved and turned his head to continue making milk tea seriously.

Ingenuity, concentration, and absolute professionalism, only occasionally, very very occasionally, would he look in the mirror and admire his new clothes.

...

The Yi family and grandson Ding Baoshu asked the neighbors to help watch the store, and first moved all the Yi family's things back home, simple and neat, and then returned to Yi Ji to continue to take care of dinner.

That night, everyone in Yi Ji was particularly enthusiastic, and the guests could smell the joy emanating from this ice house from a distance of 100 meters.

Once busy, she would be busy for hours without touching the ground. When Jiayi was on vacation and helped to wait staff, she realized how good the business of Yi Kee was now and how tired her brother and his staff were.

After the customer flow finally decreased after 9 pm, she sat at the counter and panted like a tired puppy. She turned around and saw Yi Jiadong serving dishes to the table and arranging for them to eat together. She finally said:

"Brother, please hire two more people. How can we handle this busy schedule?"

Today was still so busy, but in the past, she was still short of a handyman.

Clara, who came to sell roast duck and help waiter in the evening, smiled and said, "I'm afraid your eldest brother is reluctant to hire more people, it's all about money."

"Money is never enough, health is more important. And with a shortage of staff, the service to customers is not in place, it's not a good thing in the long run." Jiayi discussed with her eldest brother very seriously. "

Okay, I'll post the recruitment notice tomorrow. Actually, it's a bit too busy in the evening, just hire two people to help with chores during dinner time." Yi Jiadong put the last few pairs of chopsticks and sat down and spoke.

Clara made two more roast ducks today, so everyone will eat roast duck tonight.

In addition, all the ingredients that cannot be left overnight were cooked and served on the table, and it was hot and rich.

Clara first picked up a duck leg for Jiayi before she started eating.

Yi Jiadong suddenly remembered something, stood up and tiptoed to take out a magazine and two newspapers from behind the counter, handed them to Jiayi, then glanced at Sun Xin and said,

"Tonight's customers are actually higher than usual. I estimate that there will be more people on weekends.

"Look, Mr. Cai Lan wrote an article about Yi Ji and published it in a hot-selling magazine. More and more people will see this magazine and come to eat when they are free. If they enjoy the food, they will become regular customers. We really need to add some staff.

"Today's Sun Moon Daily's special edition also has our memorable article. Although the text is concise, the praise is also very strong. The address is even attached. Look."

Jiayi gnawed on a duck leg with one hand, picked up magazines and newspapers with the other hand, and lowered her head to read carefully.

[Old brands are always better than new-style restaurants. This time, the target of the store visit is the ice house opened by Jiashidai in Sham Shui Po. Although the shop is small, the curved pipes are ostentatious, and the newest and brightest signs can be clearly seen by everyone passing by.

The shop is full of diners inside and outside, all with smiles on their faces, eating happily. You don't need to eat the food, just look at it to know whether the restaurant is delicious or not.

I decided on a whim to eat the unique "cooked drunken crab" and "crab roe noodles" at Yi Ji. But when I walked into the dining table, I met old friends and acquaintances in the room. They were all gourmets and were very satisfied with their meals. A restaurant that is passed down by word of mouth is always right, so I took a table and had a meal with my friends, which was more interesting.

The crab feast was really eye-opening. Looking around, there were various ways of cooking. Just one thing had many flavors. Eating was not only to fill the stomach, but also like appreciating a work of art. It was in line with my favorite word "play", but the appreciation of this work of art was not done with the eyes, but with the mouth and tongue.

Steamed red crabs, one crab on a plate, two drops of rice wine on the plate, like water drops, and a sweet-scented osmanthus on the plate, the autumn atmosphere was all here.

Steamed crabs are sweet and fresh, and the crab roe always flows all over your fingers. You have to lick it to enjoy it. The cooked and drunken crabs are my favorite this time. The flavor is something I have never experienced before. It is very special. The tender and silky white meat is soaked in golden marinade. It is delicious and fragrant. That's what I mean. Just appreciating it is also satisfying. Just looking at it makes you feel that it is good food... It

is often said that the Japanese are meticulous about craftsmanship. Hong Kong has not been vague in recent years. It has learned the exquisiteness of the Japanese, the plating of the French, and the diversity of Chinese cuisine. Such restaurants with new pursuits are like bamboo shoots after rain. I will try them most of the time, but I always return home disappointed. A few days ago, I couldn't help but say in the special issue that the core of food is still the word "food". Pursuing too many complicated and exquisite things will lose its original taste. It is putting the cart before the horse.

But at Yi Ji, I experienced the joy of being meticulous, and my mouth and stomach were satisfied. After asking, I learned that this was not the work of one person. The Yi Ji family worked hard for this restaurant, researching new dishes every month, carefully arranging seasonal fresh products, insisting on the freshness of ingredients, arranging tables, chairs and guest seats... With the whole family's efforts, they poured their love for life into a meal and a taste, how could diners not be satisfied.

What surprised me even more was that there were more stories to read after the meal. I love reading stories and seeing all the new things in the world. My friends all know this and told me the story of Yi Kee.

It turns out that Chef Yi in the back kitchen of Yi Kee raised his younger siblings alone. It turns out that Chef Sun, who made the delicious Mapo Tofu, was picked up by the eldest sister of the Yi family from the street. A few months ago, I also saw news about Chef Sun in the newspaper. At that time, he was not the chef of Yi Kee. He was a mainland suspect in the newspapers, a steamed bun boy who looked suspicious no matter how you looked at him...

The short boy who sold milk tea had classes during the day and only came to help after school. It turned out that he was also picked up by Agent Yi. His brother died in the King's Park murder case, and the tragic experience did not leave excessive trauma on his face. The young boy made a good and mellow milk tea, carefully mixing the proportions of each flavor, hiding his own story, standing behind the small counter, selling sweet experiences...】

Mr. Cai really wrote very carefully. On the way to forage, he not only ate in his mouth and stomach, but also tasted the various flavors of the world with his eyes and heart.

Jiayi looked up at her eldest brother and said happily, "There is a photo of you in the magazine. Sun Xin looks so handsome in this photo! He is as handsome as any TVB star."

"You are not the only one who noticed this. The sharp scout saw the magazine early in the morning and came here according to the address." Yi Jiadong put down his chopsticks, patted Sun Xin and said to Jiayi,

"He asked us to consider it. If it is ok, he will fill out an application form for Sun Xin when he comes tomorrow, and then send Sun Xin to TVB's artist training class." Jiayi

was dumbfounded. She turned to look at Sun Xin and said in surprise, "Tofu, you are going to be a big star!"

"I'm afraid I can't speak Cantonese well, I'm not good at socializing, I can't sing or dance, I can't--" Sun Xin raised his eyes and was very worried. He was fine in the kitchen, but he was not good at performing on stage.

"Don't say that." Jia Yi patted his shoulder, "No one is born with social skills and good eloquence."

A few months ago, she didn't know anything, but now she seems to have learned a lot.

"Yes, my eldest sister was a new clerk in the police a few months ago, but now she is a sharpshooter." Jia Ru put her hands together and said expectantly: "Who doesn't have a dream of becoming a star, Brother Sun Xin, you are so lucky to have such an opportunity."

"..." Sun Xin smiled, but didn't seem too excited.

"I think being a star is not that good. Maybe Sun Xin just likes cooking. Not everyone wants to be a star. Besides, not everyone can become a star by acting. Some are mediocre, and some are forced to change careers. Sun Xin, what do you like to do? It's your choice."

Jia Jun sat up straight with a serious face. Although he still didn't look tall and majestic after sitting up, what he said made sense. Everyone should take it seriously and think about it carefully.

Jia Yi changed her mind and thought it made sense, so she said to Sun Xin:

"Think about it first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow, how about it?"

Sun Xin's white, slender but bony right hand held the chopsticks, and he rubbed his eyelids with his left hand, and nodded seriously to Jia Yi.

...

That night, everyone in the Yi family slept soundly. With new clothes and new gifts, they always sleep more soundly.

Only Sun Xin did not close his eyes all night. Sometimes he got up to take out the new clothes that Jiayi bought for him today, spread them out, folded them again and put them back in the closet. Sometimes he walked out of his own storage room in the back kitchen, wet the rag, and wiped the tables and chairs again in the dark. Sometimes he

opened the small window of his room, knelt on the small plank bed, looked up at the sky through the narrow gap between the high-rise buildings. Sometimes he lay back on the single small plank bed, staring at the low ceiling that was very flat and pasted with newspapers...

The next day, when Yi Jiadong asked him what he thought, he hesitated for a few seconds, then raised his eyelids and whispered:

"I won't go."

I want to stay in Yiji.