Grandpa said he wasn't tempted

Chapter 19 I Owe You

During the evening rush hour, the high point of riding a motorcycle is not affected by the road conditions.

He Jin's driving skills are excellent, fast and stable, and he does not blindly pursue surpassing. He travels east and west, merging lines one after another, like a boat riding the wind and waves.

Ups and downs, swings.

He Jin and Min Xianning, one holding the direction, the other clasped his waist with five fingers, their hearts pressed against his back, the night wind whistling in their ears, the street lamps turned into flashes, and the night glowed with illusion, just like a dream.

It seems that this journey can reach the ends of the earth.

Chase the wind with the one you love and never look back.

……

The weather is really cold.

The locomotive stopped in an unfamiliar neighborhood, and Min Xianning's nose turned red from the cold. After all, she was only wearing a red and white school uniform with a black turtleneck bottoming shirt inside.

He Jin took off the helmet for Min Xianning, and pinched her cold little face.

"Go in and it will be warm."

"Where are you going?" she asked nervously.

He Jin smiled sternly: "If you don't eat at this point, why don't you just go to bed and sleep?"

He took Min Xianning and walked directly into a private restaurant. It was the kind of Jianghu restaurant with a very ordinary face.

Broken tables, plastic chairs, on the seemingly clean ground, the soles of the shoes are sticky when stepped on.

The diners who were waiting for a seat sat in the hall.

Min Xianning raised his head, with black characters on a yellow background, and the inscription in official script: Crane Hall.

He heard the name Xianyun Yehe, but the boss who came to greet He Jin was a middle-aged man with a swollen face and tangled muscles.

In his 40s, with a round, oily face, he smiled with a ferocious joy.

"Master, you're here." The boss was very enthusiastic, but still showing respect in his eyes.

He Jin nodded and introduced to Min Xianning, "Uncle Jie."

The good girl went online immediately, and Min Xianning smiled sweetly: "Uncle Jie."

He Jin sneered, but didn't expose her, and continued: "Uncle Jie is an old man of the He family. After retiring, he learned Cantonese cuisine and opened this restaurant."

"She's Min Xianning."

It is estimated that the reputation of the future young mistress has spread throughout the He family. Uncle Jie's expression of being famous made Min Xianning a little dumbfounded.

Min Xianning hurriedly added his sentence before he said "Young Mistress".

"Just call me Xianning."

Uncle Jie is an old man, old man and old minded. When he heard that the future sister-in-law is so kind, his eyes turned red, and he felt that a hundred years later, the He family would still be thriving.

"Xianning...Miss Xianning, hello, hello."

He repeatedly wiped his hands on the apron, and while speaking, he led the two of them in, past the customers in line, and went directly to the second floor.

"Master, Miss Xianning. Shuozi and the others have just arrived, and the food hasn't been served yet. What do you and Miss Xianning have for dinner..."

He Jin paused, "Shuozi and the others are there too?"

"Yes, just arrived, in the box."

He Jin withdrew his long legs: "The little daughter-in-law is shy, so don't mess with them. Let's sit downstairs and spread the table."

Uncle Jie was still a little afraid of not being well greeted, but He Jin had already sat in the seat he had just vacated.

"Two seasonal dishes, and another fried rice with soy sauce and sweet and sour pork. You cook the sweet and sour pork yourself, that's all."

"Yes, sir."

Min Xianning slowly took a seat across from him, smiling with his lips pursed until his eyes crooked.

"It turns out that you want to invite me to eat sweet and sour meat."

"I owe you at noon, pay it back now, so I can calm down."

The size of the restaurant is small, the aisle between the tables is narrow, and you can see that there is almost a dish of sweet and sour pork on the table next to it, which shows that it is the signature dish here.

And He Jin just said that he asked the boss to do it himself.

Such sincerity made Min Xianning finally happy, showing greedy eyes, tearing the burrs on the chopsticks bit by bit.

"Master He has a heart."

God knows how much she likes this dish. The sweet and sour taste is the main flavor. It is served with pineapple and soft fried meat. It is simply delicious.

Similarly, the pot-packed pork in the Northeast, the burnt pork in BJ, and the sweet and sour pork tenderloin in Shandong cuisine are either not sweet enough or not sour enough.

Anyway, it doesn't make sense.

There is only glutinous rice balls, which is in the right place in her heart.

The dishes were served one after another, a dish of square beans in chili oil, a dish of squid tendons in a typhoon shelter, a dish of fried rice with soy sauce, and finally the sweet and sour pork.

The boss cooks and serves the dishes himself, and Min Xianning picks up a piece.

The four perceptions of sour, sweet, salty, and fragrant exploded in the mouth, and the dopamine in the body rushed like a brain.

Min Xianning exhaled the hot air in his mouth, and sighed: "This may be the best glutinous rice ball I have ever eaten."

Uncle Jie stood aside, swallowed by Min Xianning's infection, maybe he didn't even know that this dish was so delicious.

He was dizzy with joy, and returned to the back kitchen.

He Jin smiled helplessly: "Min Xianning, you can really act."

She didn't think it was wrong at all: "It's really delicious, and it seems that Uncle Jie is a nice person, so there's nothing wrong with making him happy."

"Uncle Jie is... okay?"

He Jin deliberately sang a different tune: "When he was young, he was nicknamed Eleven Knives, because beheading someone was not accurate, and at most eleven knives could kill a person. In that scene, the knife saw the bones, the flesh turned out, and people just kept getting angry. ..."

"Later, he himself said that it was really not the material, so he washed his hands and became a chef."

Killing people is almost like being a chef.

I don't know how many hands and feet have been broken.

Min Xianning picked up a chopstick of crispy squid silk, served with soy sauce rice, and ate with relish.

Chewing slowly, she stared at a pineapple in the dish and asked while pinching it with a smile.

"Did the He family run into trouble in the capital?"

He Jin's expression froze, the laziness and carelessness just now were all condensed in his eyes at this moment.

Just for a moment, it melted again.

"You are so smart and terrifying. Fortunately, the trouble that the He family encountered was not you."

Is this an admission?

Min Xianning didn't think this compliment was worth anything.

"The He family started from Linnan, and finally ran to the capital to develop. How much financial support is needed in the process? Linnan is a barren small town, how much money can you make? There is no ill-gotten wealth, and no one can do it. I won't believe it."

"Presumably, those enemies of the He family in the capital should also be investigating the family history of the He family."

He Jin still didn't deny it.

It is rare for him to admire a woman's wisdom, and it is even rarer for him to trust a woman.

"Go on."

Min Xianning: "Covering up as a student and returning to Linnan, you are doing it to cleanse the He family, right?"

He Jin: "It's not just about this."

Min Xianning tilted his head, and finally showed his confusion: "Then what else is there?"

"By the way, ask for a wife."

In an instant, He Jin became the second generation patriarch again, no matter how many people around him, how many eyes, stretched out his long hand, and squeezed Min Xianning's red face in a smooth manner.

"It hurts!" She twisted and struggled.

He Jin let go, lighted a cigarette leisurely, hesitating and puffing in circles, the nicotine stimulates desire|desire—possessive desire.

He had an idea.

"Min Xianning, I'll give you a week to make our relationship public."

(End of this chapter)