Fairyland, big problem

Bean sprouts, seaweed balls;

Banging the chopping board resoundingly;

Dolls, dolls standing by the stove;

Steaming red face...

In the room, Boss Zhang looked puzzled.

Wang Biao on the opposite side of the table was holding a bowl of ordinary beef balls in silence, looking at the tough look, he was more troubled than drinking herbal soup.

Sensing the strange atmosphere, Zhang Anning nestled obediently in his father's arms, her transparent eyes never blinking.

Wen Jiu knew that he guessed right, and paid close attention to the image of Meimeng.

The three minutes of silence seemed extremely long. Wang Biao scooped up the beef balls with a spoon and slammed them into his mouth. The smell was actually like a soldier who died generously. Boss Zhang thought he was allergic to beef.

However, over the past few years, when drinking at home, the appetizers have always eaten sauced beef...

bang.

The porcelain bowl was placed on the table hard, and Zhang Anning shrank in fright at the movement, and saw Wang Biao crying loudly at the desk.

"Brother Wen Jiu, what's wrong with Wang Biao?"

"Chef Wang's knot is about to be untied."

In Wen Jiu's sight, the white porcelain bowl made of the image of Meimeng floated down slightly, and Wang Biao seemed to have sensed it, and raised his tear-ridden face.

In the dense water vapor, in the thick porcelain bowl of my hometown, beef balls are looming.

"Sprouts, seaweed balls; the chopping board is resounding..."

Wang Biao babbled in a somewhat non-standard language, and Wen Jiu could hear it vaguely.

"Boss Zhang, which district's language is that?"

"It's from our 6th district, mixed with their hometown accent, so the taste is different."

The image of Meimeng changed slightly, the white porcelain spoon scooped up the balls, and they disappeared one by one, like an elder gently holding up the bowl and feeding the children beef balls.

On the game interface, a text prompt box pops up:

Dream points +11.

Wen Jiu secretly rejoiced, it's done!

Hearing Wang Biao come back to his senses from his daze, he muttered, "It's so unpalatable..."

Boss Zhang couldn't laugh or cry, "Wang Biao! Don't go too far. If you are in your 30s or 40s, even if your little brother's beef balls are not good, you don't have to cry because they taste bad."

"Hey, no, the beef balls are loose and poorly seasoned."

Wang Biao was still rambling on unconsciously, if it wasn't for the sweet dream points and the fact that he was crying really sadly, Wen Jiu would also want to complain.

"Wang Biao! What's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

Boss Zhang saw that something was wrong with his old man, so he put down his child and got closer.

The heat from the beef balls gradually faded, and Wang Biao's mood calmed down.

"Little brother is amazing, you are indeed a great physicist, you can see through my thoughts at once."

"Nothing, mainly with a warm heart."

Without blushing or panting, Wen Jiu replied in a dignified manner. In fact, the inspiration came from the free food in department stores.

In other words... titles like magic stick must find a way to get back straight.

"It's me who can't live with myself..."

Wang Biao told his story.

From Changle City to the south, there is only one rural bus branch line a day to Tiantou Village, which is Wang Biao's hometown.

My father is a well-known chef, not only in his hometown, but also in neighboring villages, he will come to him to cook for big weddings.

Wang Biao, who was in the rebellious period, looked down on the dry cook from the bottom of his heart. He felt that there was no hope.

This kind of cooking consumes a lot of physical energy and energy. There was no electric mixer back then, and the beef had to be manually beaten into a puree, and then mixed with an appropriate amount of starch to squeeze out the meatballs.

The old father's physical fitness gradually failed, and he wanted to pass on the craftsmanship.

But Wang Biao was resolutely unwilling, insisting that the desk job did not show up, and left his hometown directly.

Later, I met Boss Zhang, who worked in the supermarket and didn’t go home for five or six years, and still cooks.

"Huh? You..."

Wen Jiu originally thought that Wang Biao's departure from his hometown was a journey across the north and south like Bei Piao, and it was a one or two hour drive to the village outside Changle City.

"Why don't you go back?"

"I have no face to go back..."

I once disliked my father's job as a cook, and later supported Wang Biao in Changle City, which happened to be a job as a cook.

He originally wanted to do a big business and then go back to show off to his father, but before he met Boss Zhang, he was unlucky in whatever he did until he accepted his fate.

"When I was a child, my father's hand made fragrant and chewy beef balls and beef slips..."

bang.

This time Wen Jiu made a noise, and slapped the table with his palm, "Hurry up and go back, don't regret it when you really can't eat it."

The silence lasted for a few seconds. Wang Biao stood up and wiped away the tears on his face with his thick arms.

"Father taught me to be a man, but I kept avoiding it for ridiculous self-esteem."

The words stopped, and Wang Biao looked at Boss Zhang with piercing eyes, "Old Zhang, I may have to ask for leave for a while."

"Okay! It's okay, the position of chef is reserved for you." Boss Zhang smiled, with tears in his eyes, "But remember to add two dishes to the deli section next time you come back."

"Beef balls, beef slippery!"

"It's a deal!"

The palms of the two big men slapped each other fiercely, standing beside Zhang An Ning who didn't know why.

The little boy couldn't understand why his father and Uncle Wang were crying and laughing. One day, he would also know how great his father was.

Or maybe he already knew.

The deep emotions were out of control, Wang Biao immediately got up to pack his luggage, and catch the city bus to the country bus early in the morning.

It is obvious that the shallow traces of age stretched on his face.

"Brother Wen Jiu, we agreed to complete the reward entrusted to 300b, you did it perfectly!"

Wang Biao was about to transfer money, but was stopped by boss Zhang, "It was agreed at the time that I would pay for it."

"No, no, I didn't expect Wen Jiu to have such a high level of prestige at such a young age."

"Can't you understand it as psychotherapy?!"

Looking at the two big men pushing back and forth, Wen Jiu...

Start eating decisively.

I was busy just now, so I ate half a mouthful of fish balls.

We bought this thing with money, so at least we can pay for it.

After Wang Biao left, there was 300b more cash on the table, and the two brothers each paid half.

It's not that there is a lack of money, it's just that Boss Zhang is happy and wants to get a lot of money.

"Wen Jiu, I did not misread you."

Wen Jiu is not what Boss Zhang thinks. In fact, he only knows some hearsay knowledge about psychology, but there is nothing to explain. It can make people untie their knots, and the most important thing is to be honest with themselves.

"Being entrusted by others is a matter of loyalty."

"Well done, I respect you."

Boss Zhang picked up the wine glass. They knew that Wen Jiu didn't drink, so they prepared juice.

"Wen Jiu, where is your dream office?"

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Boss Zhang, I didn't rent an office, and I'm the only commander in the office."

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, with your ability, it will develop soon."

Boss Zhang was full of emotions. More than one or two partners in the supermarket who had been working for many years saw that Wang Biao had something on his mind, but unfortunately they couldn't do anything about him.

Mental depression led to chest tightness and insomnia, which affected Wang Biao's health.

The partners were anxious and unable to solve it. Unexpectedly, Boss Zhang met Wen Jiu by chance.

Speaking of these, Boss Zhang was really happy, and the contents of the cup were poured one after another, and the words were repeated over and over again.

"Boss Zhang, you're drunk."

"Hi, yes, I can't drink any more, I have to send the child to school tomorrow."

"Um?"

Wen Jiu remembered that Boss Zhang said the day before yesterday that Zhang Anning started to go to and leave school by himself in the second grade.

The father and son looked at each other and smiled, the tacit understanding is self-evident...