Chapter 79 Meow Meow Meow
When Yu Ming clicked into the "Genius Baby Three and a Half Years Old" section, he was stunned.
He laughed at himself: "I am really confused..."
"This is a baby-showing area. How could Boss Jian be here?"
Because the official Wanjie has not yet announced the whereabouts of Boss Jian, fans have spontaneously started looking for him in various melodramatic articles and even other types of articles, and some have even looked for him in male-oriented articles.
However, everyone assumes that "Genius Baby Three and a Half Years Old" is a place to show off children, and it is full of real three or four-year-old children. Many of them are registered by their parents, who simply spend money to enrich their children's childhood experiences.
How could their boss Jian, who is a very ambitious stall owner, be in the baby-showing section?
Yu Ming was about to click to exit, but the next second, he was completely stunned.
——Because, the special zone happened to push the live broadcast room of "Genius Baby Three and a Half Years Old", which has the highest popularity increase recently, to his eyes.
"Happy Little Blue..."
Others may not be familiar with this name.
But in the recent showdown between Malatang and Peking Duck, Yu Ming was also teased by a boss named Jian who used this WeChat name. Yu Ming is very familiar with this name!
Yu Ming's pupils dilated, and his eyes flashed with surprise:
"What the hell, is it???"
He couldn't wait to enter the live broadcast room.
As soon as I entered the live broadcast room, I saw this picture:
The familiar-looking little boy in the picture is diligently blowing air into the roast duck and then stuffing it with stuffing under the scorching sun. He wiped the sweat off his face, and a simple smile of a working person appeared on his fair and tender face.
"One, two, three... twenty roast ducks, hmm." The little boy counted the ducks and poured boiling water over them one by one. The duck skin became tight and delicate in the places where the smoking boiling water was poured. "After brushing the crispy skin water, let it air dry overnight and it will be done."
Ye Qingquan, who was standing by, gently stroked the top of the little boy's head, his gentle almond eyes full of desire for roast duck: "Lanlan, is there anything else Daddy can help with?"
The little boy ordered bluntly: "I'm going to make a stew later, Daddy, help me roll out the spring pancake skin."
Ye Qingquan smiled happily. Chunchun was just a silly father whose brain was frozen by his child's cuteness: "Okay, baby~"
Yu Ming: “…”
Yu Ming couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
This scene is familiar yet strange.
Familiar is...
Boss Jian is still the same Boss Jian who is crazy about setting up stalls. Even if he becomes a three-year-old child, it cannot stop his ambition to set up stalls.
It took me 0.000001s to complete the challenge of identifying Boss Jane. You can try it too!
What is unfamiliar is...
Yu Ming looked at the screen in silence.
After a while, he slowly squatted down, hugged the light screen, curled up peacefully, and then -
He stretched out his hands tremblingly, dancing wildly like seaweed, his mouth opened into an 'o' shape, and he began to crawl darkly and twistedly like Munch's famous painting The Scream!
Yu Ming tried hard to suppress his voice, holding his head and shouting silently for several times, but in the end he couldn't hold back the fluctuations in his voice: "Ah ...
real.
As an old customer who has seen Boss Jian setting up his stall normally, Yu Ming has seen Boss Jian's perfect, impeccable, and reliable image as he thrives at the snack stand.
But at this moment, I suddenly saw Boss Jian like this——
A soft, short little boy in overalls, with some baby fat on his cheeks and naturally curly hair;
He was busy preparing the roast duck, and when he jumped, he was not even as high as someone's knee, and even his voice was childish;
Only in those big round eyes did Boss Jian reveal his great wisdom and his passion for setting up stalls...
so cute! ! ! ! !
Yu Ming held his head and rolled madly on the open-air balcony, crawling while screaming silently!
"Xiao Ming, Auntie this--" Song Lanzhen pushed the door open and saw the scene in front of her.
Song Lanzhen: “…”
She closed the door sluggishly and walked out.
That's all.
Give the kids some space.
Look at Xiao Ming. He has been forced into such a state because he can’t watch Boss Jian’s live broadcast.
“…”
While crawling in the darkness, Yu Ming twisted his body while taking out a magnifying glass and carefully observing the cute miniature version of Boss Jian on the screen.
It gets cuter the more I look at it!
Of course, Yu Ming’s comments at this time were also due to the fan filter.
After all, he had long been conquered by Boss Jian's spicy hot pot and fried chicken. As a qualified former customer, he, like Fu Changfeng, Ning Sheng, Gu Xingzhou and others, spontaneously admired and worshipped Boss Jian's every move.
That’s Boss Jian, the god of their snack stand.
Even so, the extremely cute appearance of Boss Jian, who has turned into a little boy named Lanlan, is objectively obvious to all.
The evidence is that at this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room, although they were madly complaining about Lan Lan's various behaviors and firmly believed that he would be eliminated quickly. But so far, no one has ever questioned Lan Lan's appearance.
[Wow, she's so pretty and cute, but she went astray.]
[If Lanlan had honestly shown off her cuteness like other anchors, she might have fixed a few bugs long ago. As of now, the bug fixing value is still 0%]
[(Worried) This is the last chance to contact Mu Mingqiu, we must seize it.]
[I don't know where this kid learned this from. I still want to complain, what the hell is setting up a street stall? Who is the expert behind the scenes directing him? ! ! Learn something good! ! ! 】
Seeing these comments, Yu Ming realized something.
——It seems that Boss Jian’s account in "Genius Baby Three and a Half Years Old" is brand new, and the audience in the special zone naturally thinks that Boss Jian, like all other challengers, is a real three-year-old child.
The trend in this area is cute.
Yu Ming seemed to be thinking about something.
It was at this time that Fu Changfeng walked into the open-air balcony holding a cup of hot milk tea.
Fu Changfeng wore a simple white shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
"Xiao Ming," Fu Changfeng greeted him and looked at him with gentle eyes, "Try the hot milk tea I made. Everyone has been busy looking for Boss Jian these days. You must be tired too, right? Take a break."
Yu Ming turned off the light screen in a second and took the milk tea with a smile: "Okay, thank you brother."
The two of them leaned against the railing holding hot milk tea.
Fu Changfeng paused, then looked at Yu Ming meaningfully, and asked casually, "Xiao Ming, do you have any new clues about the plane where Boss Jian is?"
Hearing this, Yu Ming's Adam's apple rolled up and down.
Facing the adoptive brother who grew up with him and the family who walks into the future together. He should have told the truth honestly and said that he had indeed discovered Boss Jane, right in the "Genius Baby" section.
But, when that sentence came out, it somehow turned into——
Yu Ming pursed his lips, his eyes drooped, and he looked lost: "Brother... I didn't find it either. Alas, the Wanjie officials are really inhumane!"
As soon as he said this, his heart beat faster and he glanced at Fu Changfeng's expression. Fortunately, Fu Changfeng didn't seem to notice anything unusual and just nodded.
Yu Ming has never told such a big lie in his life.
but.
Boss Jane is so small, so soft, and so cute! Boss Jian, whose jumping height is not even as high as a person's knee, is setting up a stall selling roast duck ahhhhhhh! ! !
He wanted to hide and watch it secretly.
hey-hey.
.
The next day, at twelve noon.
"Baby, do you really not need daddy to go with you?"
"You are so young, and Daddy is really worried about you setting up a stall outside by yourself. Daddy will go with you and give you some help, how about that?"
Ye Qingquan looked at Lan Lan who was ready to go. The worry in his eyes was almost condensed into substance, and tears welled up in his beautiful eyes.
...Of course, it wasn't because he was worried about Lanlan's safety as he said.
After all, whether Lan Lan agreed or not, he would follow her secretly.
However, if Lan Lan agreed to let him help, he could just buy the roast duck without having to compete with other diners.
The little boy still shook his head and blinked his big eyes: "The kindergarten teacher said that I have to do it myself and can't ask parents for help."
Then, he skillfully hung twenty roast ducks on the oven one by one and put charcoal fire underneath.
After the experience of Xu Shishi directly packing up 17 roast ducks yesterday, Jian Yunlan learned his lesson today and prepared a wooden board in advance. On the board was written:
[Roast duck, purchase limited to one per person! 】
Although he is only three years old, the setting of "The Genius Baby Three and a Half Years Old" has always been a genius baby, so it is not surprising that he can write and recognize words. But because it was a child's body after all, the line of words was written crookedly, which was a bit embarrassing.
But no matter how embarrassing it is, it is better than setting up a stall and closing it down in 20 minutes.
The charcoal fire in the oven gradually became stronger and the temperature gradually increased. The roast ducks that had been air-dried overnight were neatly arranged in the heated oven.
The little boy stepped onto the tricycle with great enthusiasm.
Set up the stall!
Ye Qingquan was behind him, watching him with a melancholy look in his eyes: "Lanlan, you must pay attention to safety..."
As soon as the tricycle turned the corner, Ye Qingquan immediately turned around and went back to the room, put on his windbreaker and sunglasses, and followed the man.
This is his love and protection for his three-year-old child as a parent.
I'm not craving for roast duck or anything!
The conspicuous little tricycle drove along the same road as yesterday towards Zhuyuan Private Kitchen.
Passers-by and bosses along the way already had an impression of the roast duck stall owner who closed his stall after only setting up the stall for twenty minutes yesterday. When they saw the little boy actually setting up the stall again at the same time, they were all slightly surprised.
I thought that after the blow he experienced yesterday, he would not set up the stall again today.
Many people greeted him with a smile:
"Oh, the young boss is quite perseverant. He is here to set up the stall again today!"
"At such a young age, he is so hardworking and can stand hard work. He can get up again after being hit. This kid will become a great man in the future."
"What does it say on this cardboard? 'One per person only'..."
The little boy hung the cardboard with the purchase limit written on it in front. It was very conspicuous, so everyone noticed it.
I closed the stall yesterday because I didn’t sell anything, and today there’s an entire purchase limit? !
Mr. Li from the tobacco and alcohol store lit up a cigarette and said, "Kid, confidence is a good thing, but isn't that a bit too confident?"
Sister Zhang, who was selling desserts nearby, said: "I know this, this is called hunger marketing. This young boss has quite a business sense!"
"Hunger marketing, the products have to be able to be sold themselves..." someone muttered.
The little boy didn't care at all about the cold water poured on him by everyone.
——Setting up a stall to sell snacks means facing all kinds of comments. And even if it was him, if he saw a three-year-old child selling roast duck on the street, he would probably not be able to help but question it in his heart.
The little boy laughed cheerfully, his voice clear and crisp: "Brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts, I am also selling roast duck at a stall opposite Zhuyuan today. Anyone interested can come and buy some!"
Uncle Li muttered to himself.
Who will buy it?
They are not fools.
Then the next second, a black shadow swept past him like a whirlwind——
Uncle Li was knocked off the chair and fell to the floor, landing hard on his butt.
Uncle Li touched his butt in confusion:
"What, what tornado passed by?"
"Boss, you finally opened your stall," Aunt Wang, the 'Tornado', rushed out excitedly, holding a bowl of rice in her hand. She was obviously well prepared. "Ahhh, I want to buy, I want to buy, how many roast ducks do you have? I'll buy them all!"
The next second, she saw the conspicuous sign that read "Limited to one per person".
The corners of Aunt Wang's mouth drooped.
hateful.
How can one be enough to eat? !
Aunt Wang didn't get to eat roast duck yesterday. She lay by the oven and ate white rice all night long just for the aroma of the roast duck.
For the whole day after that, she didn't know why, but she kept thinking about the taste of the roast duck. It was too painful to smell the fragrance but not eat it. She couldn't help but imagine what the roast duck would taste like, whether it would be fragrant and crispy...
Aunt Wang thought about it while riding her bike, while cooking, and even when she was sleeping late at night. She was eating roast duck in her dreams, but the more she chewed, the more something seemed wrong, until she realized that she was chewing the quilt on her body!
She had chewed a hole in the quilt.
So she got up very early today and started waiting since morning, just to get all the roast ducks as soon as the boss set up the stall!
For this purpose, Aunt Wang even went to the bank to withdraw 30,000 yuan in cash. Fearing that it wasn’t enough, he withdrew another 10,000.
No one else has such determination.
"One is not enough," Aunt Wang cried, almost hugging the tricycle with the person on it to beg, "Young boss, please be kind and buy me three... No, five, just five, it's okay, I'll pay double the market price!"
Others were stunned when they saw this scene.
Just now I was wondering what the point of purchase restrictions is.
As a result, a person who is subject to purchase and residence restrictions appears here.
It’s still Aunt Wang in the neighborhood who is always very picky about roadside stalls.
Aunt, you are really hungry!
The little boy still shook his head firmly: "I'm sorry, Auntie, I can only sell one to each person. By the way, my stall is not here, it's in front, Auntie, if you want to buy, just follow me."
The sadness on Aunt Wang's face became more obvious.
However, she did not allow herself to dwell in her sorrow for long.
Watching the tricycle gradually going away, Aunt Wang no longer hesitated. She got on her electric scooter and started to ride away after the tricycle.
——One at a time is better than having no food at all.
She really didn't want to go through the pain of not being able to eat roast duck last night and being so hungry that she had to chew on the quilt again!
Others couldn't help but persuade him: "Aunt, why don't you think about it again? Such a small child can't even walk steadily, how can he make delicious roast duck?"
Aunt Wang, who was riding her electric donkey at lightning speed, showed an expression as steady as an old dog: "Haha..."
"If you knew the smell of roast duck, you would also think I'm lucky!"
Behind Jian Yunlan’s small tricycle followed Aunt Wang’s small electric scooter.
At the corner of the wall not far away, Ye Qingquan, who was fully armed, was sneaking around.
Soon, Jian Yunlan's tricycle stopped opposite the bamboo garden.
Opposite the bamboo garden, Xu Shishi had already been waiting.
Her Lamborghini parked on the side of the street was a beautiful sight, attracting many glances from passers-by.
As soon as she saw Jian Yunlan, Xu Shishi got out of the car excitedly and came up to her drooling, "Boss Xiaolan, Boss Xiaolan, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Jian Yunlan: "..."
Didn’t Xu Shishi just buy seventeen roast ducks yesterday? Why is she here again today?
Could it be that all seventeen roast ducks were eaten?
Xu Shishi seemed to have understood something from the little boy's expression, and said casually: "Such delicious roast duck, of course the more the better... It's not like some private restaurants, not only the roast duck is unpalatable, but also arrogant and pretentious, snort."
At this point, Xu Shishi glanced sideways at the bamboo garden opposite, with disdain written all over her face.
——Not long ago, she had just stopped the car here to wait for Boss Xiaolan, and the lobby manager from Zhuyuan came over. He seemed to be respectful, but in fact he said arrogantly:
"Miss Xu, I'm sorry. You just finished dining at Zhuyuan yesterday. If you want to dine again, you need to make another reservation in advance. We don't accept guests who come directly to our store. Currently, you can make a reservation until April of the year after next..."
Of course, Xu Shishi interrupted the spellcasting at that time: "Who cares about Zhuyuan? I don't plan to eat at Zhuyuan. I'm waiting for Boss Xiaolan. You are too meddlesome."
The lobby manager's expression suddenly became very interesting.
I don't know whether he believed it or not. The lobby manager stiffly said "Then I wish you a happy life" and left with a sour face. Maybe he was still complaining behind Xu Shishi's back that she had no taste.
Xu Shishi carefully recalled the Zhuyuan Roast Duck she had eaten yesterday, but she couldn't really remember what it tasted like. She just remembered that it had a great reputation, but was actually just average, and the service attitude was so bad.
She really wanted to travel back in time and blow her own head off.
Why would you give money to such a shady shop? Wouldn’t it be delicious if you used that money to buy Boss Xiaolan’s roast duck?
From the moment Boss Xiaolan parked the car, Xu Shishi's eyes were glued to the oven. She opened her mouth as loudly as she did yesterday: "Boss Xiaolan, I want twenty!"
"Sister, each person is limited to one." The little boy knocked on the cardboard and smiled sweetly.
boom.
a bolt from the blue.
Xu Shishi staggered for a moment, and it took her a long while to recover. She held her chest and said, "Okay, one is enough. Wuwuwuwu."
At the same time, Aunt Wang, who had come all the way with Jian Yunlan on her electric donkey, also stopped her bike and said, "I want a roast duck, too."
"Okay~"
The little boy deftly opened the extension board, boiled the duck sauce, and at the same time put in the spring pancake skin, green onion shreds, cucumber shreds, and today's new marinade. After doing this, the little boy looked at his watch:
"The duck will be ready in about five minutes."
He put the roast duck into the oven ten minutes before going out, and it usually takes about forty minutes to bake.
At this time, as the temperature of the charcoal fire in the oven continued to rise, the roast duck hanging on the wall of the oven began to sizzle, and the oil dripped down little by little, exuding a rich aroma.
Yes, that’s the scent!
Xu Shishi and Aunt Wang looked at the oven excitedly, swallowing their saliva, and couldn't wait...
At the same time, on the other side.
Wu Weiguo drove Mu Mingqiu's Maybach and stopped on the side of the street.
"Master, you must believe me," Wu Weiguo said with a bitter face, looking at his watch, "It is really Boss Xiaolan who is selling roast duck. You will know if you go and take a look. Boss Xiaolan is probably already setting up his stall by now."
...From yesterday to today, Wu Weiguo has endured inhuman torture.
It's not the physical torture.
Rather, it is a dual temptation, both mental and physical.
Mu Mingqiu was certain that he was the master who could make delicious roast duck. No matter how Wu Weiguo explained, Mu Mingqiu remained stubborn. Mu Mingqiu even imagined a background story for Wu Weiguo:
As the only successor to the top-notch roast duck that once made a sensation across the country, Wu Weiguo experienced a lot of blood and gore in his youth. Too many people fought for a bite of his roast duck. With a compassionate heart, Wu Weiguo did not want to see any more disputes, so he retired from society and became an ordinary driver in the Mu family.
"Old Wu," Mu Mingqiu even tried to persuade him yesterday, "I understand your difficulties. But as long as you are willing to make that delicious roast duck again, I will buy you a villa within the third ring road of Beijing, add an eight-digit deposit, and your daughter can go directly to the aristocratic kindergarten under the name of the Mu family..."
Wu Weiguo felt dizzy after hearing this.
There were a few moments when he really wanted to admit it.
But, the roast duck was not made by him!
No matter how hard he pushes himself, he can't make roast duck as delicious as Boss Xiao Lan's!
But Mu Mingqiu insisted that Wu Weiguo was just pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. In fact, he could do it, but he was just hiding his strength on purpose and didn't want to cause disputes.
Wu Weiguo: “…”
Finally, after much persuasion, Mu Mingqiu finally agreed to come to the entrance of Zhuyuan today to take a look and see if it was true as he said, that there was a genius three-and-a-half-year-old boy selling top-quality roast duck.
...Although Mu Mingqiu didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart.
He came here just to expose Wu Weiguo's "lie" so that Wu Weiguo would honestly make roast duck for him.
Boss Xiaolan, please set up your stall. Wu Weiguo prayed frantically in his heart.
At this time, Mu Mingqiu put one hand on the windowsill and looked out the window.
His dazzling red hair was gently blown by the wind. Unlike yesterday, Mu Mingqiu was dressed more casually today. He wore a silver necklace around his neck, which made his face look more bold and handsome.
It's already twelve o'clock.
But the two men didn't see the small tricycle.
"Old Wu, where is the little boy you swore to be?" Mu Mingqiu curled his lips, "I don't think there is a three-year-old roast duck genius——"
Suddenly, a familiar fragrance wafted over.
Mu Mingqiu's words came to an abrupt end.
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