Renmo leaned over to beat Zhihan and glanced at him. He couldn't help but notice that her little hill was hiding below, rising and falling. His heart beat for a moment, Jiang Zhihan looked away, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lift up.

The next moment, Lin Mo realized something, and she let out a short whisper, like a frightened rabbit. She jumped back two steps and sat in the farthest corner of the sand and the farthest place from Jiang Zhihan.

Seeing Jiang Zhihan's face vague and smile, Lin Mo's face slowly turned redder and became more and more red, like a ripe apple with a net. The sixteen-year-old girl was in Dou Hui's old age, with a beautiful face and pink skin. With her shy expression, even though Jiang Zhihan was used to seeing a beautiful woman now, she was stunned for a moment. She just looked at her stupidly.

I don’t know how long it took. Seeing that Lin Mo was embarrassed and embarrassed, Jiang Zhihan found a topic. "From today, I decided to give myself a few days off."

Lin Mo only realized it after a long time, and she asked, "What's the fake? Are you on vacation?"

Jiang Zhihan smiled and said, "It's a real holiday. Take a few days to do nothing and think about nothing."

Lin Mo said: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Zhihan thought about it. He begged for a moment, sleep and play."

Lin Mo pursed his lips and finally found an opportunity to fight back. She said: "Life like a pig."

Jiang Zhihan smiled and said, "You are wrong. Pigs can only eat and sleep, but they can't play."

Lin Mo said: "How do you know?" If you are not a pig, how can you know the joy of a pig?"

Jiang Zhihan said: "You are not me. How can you know that I don't know the joy of a pig?"

Lin Mo giggled and giggled.

Jiang Zhihan said: "What are you laughing at?"

Lin Mo said: "I was indeed wrong. You, haha. You know the joy of pigs." Xixi. Because you are just a pig."

After winning a verbal battle, Lin Mo seemed to have forgotten the embarrassment just now, and started to laugh with Jiang Zhihan with a calm expression.

After a while, the bell on the wall rang "Ding Ding Dongdong twelve times. Noon has arrived.

Jiang Zhihan looked at the clock and said with a smile: "Lin Mo, Lu Yao wrote a writing note when he was writing an ordinary world, and the name was "Morning Starts from Noon". It turns out that it was also about your life."

Lin Mo was so tedious that he did not retort.

She said softly: "I feel a little tired these days. But think about it, brother. You must be much tired than me, so it is necessary to find some time and have a good rest." It seemed as if the bell at twelve o'clock was ringing. Just like magic time passed, the naughty and agile Lin Mo instantly turned back to his gentle and considerate sister.

Jiang Zhihan asked: "What do you want to do when you are very tired?"

Lin Mo Zhanyan smiled. "Of course it's sleep."

Jiang Zhihan asked: "What if I can't sleep?"

Lin Mo thought about it and said fiercely: "Eat,"

Jiang Zhihan smiled and said, "Just like my intention!"

Next to Lin Mo's house, and in the farmers' market next to the bookstore, there are several particularly famous shops for buying cold vegetables.

It seems that Lin Mo is really good at eating it. She led Jiang Zhihan over one by one and introduced that the cold noodles here are the best, the jelly here is the best, and the braised dishes here are the best. Jiang Zhihan decided to go out for a picnic. The order was at the top of Xishan. Now there is a road in Xishan that leads directly to the top of the mountain from the back mountain, which is very convenient to buy things and take a taxi.

Since it was a picnic, the main choice was cold dishes. Lin Mo brought a box of mung bean porridge from his home as the staple food. Jiang Zhihan used it for private use and called a small car from the company. The two of them moved the purchased things into the back box.

The last thing I went to buy was braised dishes. The restaurant was called Jinshan cuisine. At first glance, there were many kinds of braised dishes: pig ears, pig tongue, beef tendon, beef foul, duck heart, chicken wings, chicken feet, goose palm, duck liver, dried tofu, and braised eggs, all kinds of categories, all of which are available.

Lin Mo stretched out his tongue and looked at Jiang Zhihan, "It all looks delicious, brother, which ones to buy?"

Jiang Zhihan touched his nose and said viciously: "Buy everything."

Lin Mo's eyes lit up. But hesitated and said, "It's too much."

Jiang Zhihan laughed twice, "Life like a quiet person."

On the top of the West Mountain, under the shade of a tree, there was a huge white plastic cloth covered with food boxes. There were as many as sixteen or seventeen. It seemed like a whole cold dish restaurant was moved here.

Lin Mo looked at the food in front of him and said with a bitter face: "It's too much, why do you feel full when you look at it?"

Jiang Zhihan said: "How can you be afraid before fighting? Lin Mo, let's take advantage of the boxing, whoever loses will eat?"

Lin Mo opened his eyes wide. "Why didn't anyone win and who eat? Is this a punishment?"

Jiang Zhihan said: "Okay. It depends on you, whoever wins will eat."

The next afternoon, Jiang Zhihan kept winning and eating.

A mountain wind blew, and the sound of the woods also brought a cool feeling.

Jiang Zhihan felt very satisfied when he touched his round belly. But he seemed to be almost there.

Xishan has always been the holy place for dates in Zhongzhou. Here, he carried Wu Siyi down the mountain, he brought Ni Shang to Qing, and he also led Wu Yin to pick the wind. Today, Lin Mo is the fourth girl he brought to Xishan. She is a little different from Jiang Zhihan. Lin Mo is the coordinate of his life. In a sense, every time he sees her, Jiang Zhihan will feel the realism of everything. He carefully kept a distance, cared for her to grow up, protected her from wind and rain, and hoped that she could always be safe and happy in her own vision.

Never disappear,

Never alienate.

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In Lin Mo's living room, four people sat around and had supper.

Except for the few braised dishes brought back by Lin Mo and Jiang Zhihan, the rest were made by Lin Mo's father himself in the kitchen. Professional kitchens are different. Simple home-cooked dishes, such as cold-squashed three-slime pork beef, made under Lin Mo's father's spoon, and the taste is indeed a bit authentic. Although Jiang Zhihan rarely cooks, he always claims to be very talented. Today, he tasted the home-cooked dishes made by Uncle Lin, and felt that he was just a frog in the well. Your father's business in Quanzi Store has been a county with a fair business experience for decades... The buns made by Chenluo have a refreshing taste and endless aftertaste. But perhaps more importantly, the supporting facilities provided by Wenhan Food Branch, from site selection, market publicity, and financial support, are not something that ordinary individual catering users can achieve by relying on their own strength. The so-called backing on a big tree to enjoy the coolness is generally this.

In the past year, Lin Mo's father has devoted almost all his energy to seasoning, new types of development, and taking apprentices, and throwing all trivial matters in administration, market and finance to those sent by Wen Han or later hired. Such division of labor not only leverages their respective advantages, but also what Lin Mo's father is willing to see.

At the beginning, Teacher Gu had a concern that her husband was devoted to opening products and handing over important parts of finance to Wenhan, would he be stolen if he could get rid of the technology and destroy the bridge across the river. The consequences of being empty. Lin Mo's father said at the time that he felt that Jiang Zhihan was not such a person, and without their support, the bun shop would not be able to do it at all. Even when the money was divided, it would be natural for the other party to get a little more.

The settlement at the end of last year completely dispelled Teacher Gu's concerns. She carefully looked at Wen Han's financial details. The company she cooperated with was so generous that it was a bit like Uncle Lei Feng: the profit dividend ratio was very favorable to Lin Mo's family, and the operating cost was that Wen Han absorbed the big part.

Manager Qian from Wenhan also came to the door to talk to Mr. Gu and his wife once, warning Lin Mo's father and his apprentice to bring them, but some core tips for making buns seasoning must be kept secrets to avoid leaking them. Regarding how to keep commercial secrets, he also came up with a very specific plan for Lin Mo's father to refer to.

This summer, when the first store opened nearly a year ago, the second branch officially opened in Bei'an District, and the names of the two stores were also changed to "Lin Family Buns".

For Lin Mo's father, his decades of long-cherished wish was realized once, and no one was restrained at work, so he could use his talents to the fullest. Such an environment would really make him laugh and laugh when he was dreaming. It would be appropriate to describe his current mood by using the pride of the spring breeze.

And all of this, to a certain extent, is thanks to the young man in his twenties across the dining table.

Lin Mo's father is a typical person who is hard-working, and it is difficult to express his gratitude in person. So, today he heard that Jiang Zhihan was coming to have a meal, and all he could do was to cook carefully and prepare a few of his own specialties.

Jiang Zhihan ate a lot in the afternoon, and his appetite was limited in the face of delicious food. Seeing Lin Mo's parents frequently urged the dishes, but they could not understand the feelings, they could only grit their teeth and support them. Lin Mo looked around, lowered his head, and couldn't help laughing.

While Lin Mo's parents were going to the kitchen to serve rice and plates, Jiang Zhihan glared at Lin Mo vigorously. She covered her mouth and laughed a little in a breath. Finally, she held back her laughter, and Lin Moya said happily: "Pig life is not that happy!"

Teacher Gu happened to come out and asked his daughter. "What's the matter laughing like this?"

Lin Mo just laughed, but didn't answer her mother's words.

When helping Lin Mo's father open a shop, 700 to 80% of the reason for loving the house and wu at the beginning. But the success of the bun shop gave Jiang Zhihan confidence and willingness to expand this success as much as possible.

Nowadays, the restaurants under Jiang Zhihan, the Palace Restaurant and the Zhuangyuan Building mainly sell regular meals. The palace restaurants are targeted at the elite and powerful class of this society, and the Zhuangyuan Building is also a high-end restaurant. Feng Zhishang can be regarded as a sweet and snack, but it also takes a high-end route. Lin Mo's father's bun shop, the canteen contracted by No. 7 Middle School and the canteen later contracted in Experimental Middle School, were considered as a popular route. The profit ratio is not that high, but the audience is much larger.

The initial success of the bun shop also strengthened Jiang Zhihan's confidence in expanding his territory in terms of medium and low-end diets. In his preliminary design, there are a series of breakfast chains covering districts and counties in the suburbs of Zhongzhou, and a specialty restaurant specializing in Zhongzhou snacks in the urban area.

During the winter and summer vacations, Lin Mo's responsibilities for washing dishes at night were shared by Lin Mo and her mother. The odd days were from Teacher Gui Gu and the even days were from Lin Mo. Tonight was from Teacher Gu's dishwashing day. Jiang Zhihan politely wanted to help wash dishes, but he was rejected in the end. He sat on the sand and talked carefully with Uncle Lin about his new catering blueprint.

Although Lin Mo's father was not good at management and marketing, his understanding of the current situation of the catering industry and the snack and breakfast industry in Zhongzhou was not something Jiang Zhihan could achieve. Although Jiang Zhihan said a lot and he said little, the one who really benefited a lot from this conversation was actually the guy who had endless experience.

In the kitchen, Teacher Gu brought the door to prevent the heat from spreading to the living room. There was no air conditioner in the kitchen, only an electric fan. The window was wide open, so you could feel the heat outside. Lin Mo stood beside her mother obediently, helped her to help her, wipe the washed dishes dry, and put them in the cabinet in a classified manner.

Teacher Gu asked Lin Mo who went out for a picnic at noon. Lin Mo said that only she and Jiang Zhihan were the only two. Teacher Gu asked inadvertently. Didn’t Jiang Zhihan have a girlfriend who was several years older than him? Lin Mo said that Sister Wu Yin works in Qingzhou and has no time to accompany him home. Teacher Gu said, I heard that Jiang Zhihan fell in love when he was in high school before. Is this happening? Lin Mo curled his lips and said that, yes, my brother is just a big radish.

As he was talking, Jiang Zhihan opened the kitchen door, and the mother and daughter who were talking about him behind his back were surprised. Jiang Zhihan said. Uncle Lin suddenly wanted to drink some wine. So he came to get some food. Lin Mo stared at Jiang Zhihan with big eyes and still ate? She looked at Jiang Zhihan in disbelief, as if looking at one end!

The sky became darker and the heat slowly faded away.

On the balcony of Lin Mo's house, Jiang Zhihan and Uncle Lin each sat on an old-fashioned rattan chair, and the small coffee table in the middle was a wine glass and a wine dish.

The sky outside only sees clouds and there is no trace of the moon.

Jiang Zhihan sank his body comfortably into the rattan chair. With a gentle movement, the chair sounded croaking. The two didn't speak much. They said almost the same thing. Every minute, one of them would raise his glass to signal, drink together, and occasionally eat dishes.

Lin Mo's father was bare-handed, holding a big palm fan in his hand, and occasionally slapped it twice. Although he didn't speak, his eyes seemed to be getting brighter and brighter as he looked at the night in the distance, probably in the distance that was even more ruined.

Jiang Zhihan narrowed his eyes and played with the glass of wine in his hand. It was also a very pleasant thing to drink beer slowly and watch the lights of thousands of houses.

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