After Canary Was Reborn, He Was Favored As a Boss

  Chapter 202 Mind

  That's what I said, but it's impolite for a junior to make an elder wait.

  Old Master Ou took the crutch that was leaning on the side and was about to stand up. Jian Jie and Mrs. Ou both subconsciously helped, but Old Man Ou directly took Lu Hanyao's extended hand.

   "Oh, I'm getting old, and my bones are failing."

  Lu Hanyao curled his thin lips into a smile, "I think your spirit is much better than before."

   While speaking, the two walked up to Osiya.

  Osiya stepped forward to hold the old man's other hand.

  A pair of people like a golden boy and a jade girl, supporting the old man on one side and the other on the right. They are intimate and harmonious, and they look like a family from a distance.

  Wang Yuanqing, who just came over outside the door, caught a glimpse of his grandfather's cold and reserved eyebrows through the crack of the door, and subconsciously closed the box door.

  After being seated, the dishes were served one after another.

  Lao Tan Kee’s dishes have two major characteristics. One is freshness, which is fresh with sweetness and fragrant with saltiness. It is delicious and has endless aftertaste.

  In the past, Lu Hanyao liked to eat Lao Tan Ji's dishes. Sometimes he didn't have an appetite after working overtime, so he would come over by himself to eat casually.

  But today I don't know why, I always feel that the taste of the food is a bit bland.

  The dishes on the table are Lao Tan Kee's signature, abalone winged belly, delicacies from mountains and seas, everything you expect to find.

  But he felt that the polenta and fried bitter gourd at noon were not as tasty.

  Seeing that Lu Hanyao put the bowl away without eating a few chopsticks, Jian Jie thought that he suffered from a loss of appetite again, so she asked in a low voice, "Should I ask them to add two appetizers?"

  Osiya on the opposite side heard the words, elegantly put down the chopsticks in her hand, got up and took out a can of dried radishes from the handbag on the sofa, packed some with clean dishes, and placed them on the table.

   "Ah Yao, try this dried radish. It is made according to the style of Sichuan and Chongqing. It is salty, slightly spicy, and very appetizing."

  Mrs. Ou also smiled and persuaded: "Han Yao, try it, it's made by Yaya herself, it's very suitable for dinner, even I, who doesn't like spicy food by nature, think it's delicious."

  Seeing her son's expression was calm, Jian Jie picked up the chopsticks and put some chopsticks into the bowl for herself and her son.

   "Well, it's good, salty, crispy, slightly spicy, why would Siya think of making dried radish?"

  Noticing that Lu Hanyao didn't intend to taste it, Osiya's eyes flashed with disappointment.

"Grandpa loves to eat pickles and pickles. It's rare for me to rest at home, so I learned from my friends to make some dried radishes. After making them, they tasted good, so I brought a few cans over. After dinner, A Yao and Aunt Jie took these Take it home and eat."

  Jian Jie responded with a face-saving smile: "Okay, it's hard for Siya to think about me and A Yao. Doing these things hurts your hands, and your hands are precious. From now on, it's better to leave these things to the servants."

  Mrs. Ou: "This child has been like this since he was a child. He always says that only things made by himself are meaningful, and he can't persuade him."

  Osiya blushed slightly, "In the past few years, I either studied abroad or performed tours all over the world. I rarely spend time with my family. I just want to do what I can for them."

   After hearing this, Jian Jie praised her again.

  Ou Siya looked at Lu Hanyao who was indifferent, and said softly, "Ah Yao, why don't you try it? Although this is the first time I have made pickles, I believe the taste will not disappoint you."

Mr. Ou nodded appreciatively, "Ah Yao, try it, it's really good, the pickles I've eaten are no less than the rice I've eaten, but no one's pickles are as delicious as the dried radish made by Yaya. "

   As he spoke, Mr. Ou picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth, eating happily.

  (end of this chapter)