Chapter 51:

Today's Huatang is no longer the sour and sour and unable to eat yesterday.
The evil cat has upgraded, knowing to make a strategy in advance, and come prepared with fresh hawthorn.
The hometown of Uncle Security is not too far away, and the logistics is extremely fast.
After a late break, the courier contacted Erpeng in the morning, and the delivery sign was signed.
Sleeping in the holiday villa, I didn't feel the exquisiteness of the garden, but the soft and supportive bed was fully used, and everyone was restored to a state of vitality.
Driving to the Hong Kong-style restaurant again, pedestrians went straight to yesterday's box.
The clerk is estimated to be very rare. Customers who really bring fresh hawthorns must be convinced when doing business. She found the store manager and measured the individual fruits according to the regulations. After seeing all the requirements, she agreed to help with processing. Snowball into hawthorn.
It may be that when the uncle security contacted his relatives, he deliberately instructed that although the hawthorns sent here are not many, they may be less than kilograms, but each is intact and big round, if the raw materials are limited, use it to make hawthorn pastries Anyway.
When the hawthorn was processed, it happened that Huatang could taste the food again. Based on yesterday’s tasting experience, after fine-tuning a few dishes, Huatang finally made up for yesterday’s regret. Even the hawthorn snowballs given today can’t be appreciated. Er Peng and they ate them separately.
The evil cat is waiting to eat the hawthorn they provide and make the hawthorn snowball~
In order to restore the meal yesterday, Huatang waited for Gu Yusheng and the others to sit in the same position as before, and then raised her paw and pushed Erpeng.
"Brother Gu, is Mr. Cat preparing to let Xiaopengzi serve me the meal today?" Huatang usually only wants Brother Gu to help her pick the dishes and collect the bowls. Lin Qing and the others will not touch them. Unexpectedly, today, the surprise will come. Suddenly, the cat is also willing to take care of Erpeng.
The man's diligence was probably due to the sudden change of the chief executive, flattering himself as Xiaopengzi.
But obviously, Huatang blocked his small bowl, did not let Er Peng take over, and continued to push him with his front paws.
The dialect and Lin Qing were also confused. They didn't know what Huatang was going to do, but Gu Yusheng helped to explain, and asked Erpeng to repeat the joke he told during the meal yesterday.
Huatang nodded in agreement, then looked back at Yu Sheng's hand, waiting for the joke in a clear mood.
Mr. Cat, this is a shrimp man pig heart!
Yesterday, seeing the black cat autistic into a cake, Erpeng and the others deliberately asked the clerk to let them have more bowls.
In Hong Kong-style restaurants, white rice is called a pretty boy, and white porridge is called a pretty girl. Erpeng and the others shout so to amuse the cat.
Unexpectedly, Huatang was in poor condition yesterday and didn't get any funny points. Today, she actually asked to do it all over again. Seeing Erpeng and the others called for a bowl of rice, they succeeded in doing evil every day.
"Come on again!" The Erpeng who can play with Huatang happily, naturally will not be angry, and start to cry again.
Before the dishes were served, I ate white rice and white porridge. This was not too addictive, and I happily asked for a piece of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. If they weren’t always calling the clerk to make trouble for others, they were still going to let Huatang know. Next, what is called Feisha to take milk.
While Huatang and the others were having a good meal, the owner of the Hong Kong-style restaurant was stopped by his son.
"Dad, just let the chef in the store do it. What are you going to toss about?"
The owner's family name is Long. He returned from Hong Kong to open a restaurant more than ten years ago. The business is getting better and better, but the habit of sending hawthorn snowballs has not changed.
"It's not far from this city. I'll drive there soon, or you can take me there." Long Mingan smiled, watching his son who is worried about his body frowning and persuading him in a low voice.
Long Mingan is almost fifty years old this year. He has had asthma since he was a child. When he was an apprentice next to a chef, he had to work hard and he had delayed treatment, and he has not been completely cured.
In recent years, some of his family members have become the boss, and his family stopped him from letting Long Ming'an go into the kitchen again, so as not to get sick again.
"I can't stop you, forget it, I'll go drive." Long Jiaxin knew too well that his father looked at him and talked well, but his extremely stubborn nature made him useless even if he stopped, so he might as well follow.
Forty or fifty years ago, under the influence of the domestic environment, a small number of people "escaped Hong Kong".
When Long Mingan was six or seven years old, he was taken by his mother and brought to Hong Kong by the way of a fellow villager.
However, the mother took him with him and had nothing to do with the relationship between the mother and the child. The savvy woman was bumped by the youngest son when she was away from home. In order to avoid the child's mistake, she just picked up and took it away. When she got to the place, she sold Long Ming'an backhand and took it. The money is gone.
With an unfamiliar environment and an unfamiliar language, Long Mingan was too young to do much work, and was sold to a chef who also fled to Hong Kong to serve as an apprentice for retirement.
The chef is not good to Long Mingan. After being drunk, he is easy to beat him and scald him with boiling water. Dianpei’s children are not worthy of having a childhood. Long Mingan continued until the chef was over-drunk and was sent to the hospital without rescue. Can barely restore ordinary people's lives.
When Hong Kong returned to China, Long Mingan returned to the mainland with his wife and started operating a Hong Kong-style restaurant. The business got better and better, the children were excellent and sensible, and life finally went smoothly.
But Long Mingan was still a little obsessed in his heart, he wanted to know where his hometown was.
However, when he was taken away by his mother, he was too young to remember anything. He knew that there was an old hawthorn tree on the back mountain of the house. Every time his brother would use bamboo poles to drive away the birds, he would pluck it and share it with him. .
Over the years, Long Mingan has also visited many famous hawthorn producing areas in China, and even invested in a few orchards, but it was not the hometown in his impression.
Long Jiaxin felt sorry for his father's obsession with seeking hometown, but his attitude towards this matter was not optimistic.
Let’s not talk about a six-year-old child who has never gone to school or traveled far away. How much memory does he have of his hometown, that is, when he meets the mother who sold him, he knows that this is a pitiful little who is not protected.
He felt that the reason why his father was persistent in finding his hometown was probably because he wanted to make up for his tragic childhood. He didn't realize that many things were broken and could not be filled. Even if he found the old hawthorn tree in his impression, he would not have it. His impression is so sweet.
Seeing his son frowning while driving, he still looked disapproving. Long Mingan was happy and asked the store manager to process it first and leave him a few fresh hawthorns.
Children who have been taken care of by their parents may not know much about orphans without possessions, and the unwilling obsession in their hearts.
Long Mingan was not overly demanding, and he was determined to find his hometown. He just sent hawthorn snowballs at various branches, hoping to find the old hawthorn tree again.
A customer brought good hawthorns, he went to see, if not, he wouldn't be disappointed, just wait for the next time.
Anyway, the hawthorn snowballs are also delicious, and they are a feature of their chain restaurant as a sweet treat for the guests.
When Long Mingan and his son arrived, Huatang and the others had almost eaten. The dialect held their stomachs and began to search the next itinerary. Later, he was driving, and the road was checked first.
"By the way, don't forget to go to the post office later, post a stamp and post the postcard." Lin Qing reminded, and then sighed that he hadn't seen a stamp for many years. When joining the army, He Erpeng wrote an envelope to his family.
"Exposed age!"
Gu Yusheng and the others bought several postcards, including holiday villages and urban tourism souvenirs, and they were all prepared to send them to the uncle security guard.
The pedestrians chatted for a few words, and waited until the clerk delivered the processed hawthorn snowballs, because the white icing was easy to melt and stick to your hands, the clerk also added two layers of packaging and put an ice bag inside.
"Hey, thank you. It's so sweet." After the table dishes were finished, Huatang had no stomach to eat hawthorn snowballs, and lazily jumped to Gu Yusheng's shoulders. After he was ready to take the hawthorn snowballs, he continued to drive off.
"Guest, I'm sorry to bother you, can you ask about the origin of this hawthorn?" It may be that the quality of hawthorn is really good. The clerk also asked Erpeng and wrote down the origin of the hawthorn and even the contact information. .
Feeling that there is an extra way to get rich with fruits in the hometown of Uncle Security?
The hometown of Uncle Security is not a well-known hawthorn producing area. There are so many branches of Hong Kong-style restaurants, and there is a lot of demand for fresh hawthorn, which can be regarded as income.
Gu Yusheng also mentioned it to the security guard alone. The uncle on the phone was also happy and thought it was good. There were not many hawthorn trees in his hometown, so he couldn't get some orders from the fruit factory, but the hawthorn was so big. , It's just right to take a restaurant order.
"Mao Mao, do you have any research on lottery?" Dialect is driving, and Lin Qing is the co-pilot responsible for giving directions and chatting to the driver. Erpeng sits in the back, looking at Huatang, who brings wealth, and wants to ask Hei Does the cat have any research on lottery.
Why is the bonus of tens of millions too high? He Erpeng is not a greedy gambler. He can get two or three million yuan. If the tax is deducted, he can change the equipment and buy a car. Isn't it a good thing?
Huatang turned his head to ignore him, Er Peng raised his hands to imitate the beckoning cat, it was too stupid. He stretched out his paw and poked the sweet shrimp. The dog who flew over immediately pulled Er Peng back to reality.
"Don't, don't bite the collar, Gu Ge help." Hao Ba, the lottery hasn't seen hope for the time being, Erpeng pays for a coat first.
Huatang and the others were driving to the next destination, and Long Mingan also came to the hometown of Uncle Security under his son's unhappy expression.
Good hawthorn must be eaten fresh. After Long Mingan walked around the village twice, he saw the old hawthorn tree in the back mountain of the village.
"The village chief, would you like to ask if this hawthorn tree is sold? We can discuss the price."
Do foreign businessmen now skip the hawthorn and stare at the hawthorn tree? The village chief in his thirties was in a daze. He always felt that this issue seemed familiar, who had mentioned it to him before.
"Is it the old hawthorn tree in Houshan? Hey, that one is not enough." The villagers have planted a lot of fruit trees on their homesteads. The old hawthorn tree in Houshan has been for many years and originally belonged to the village.
But a few years ago, there was an elder who was almost the highest in the village. After building the road in the village, he obtained the consent of all the villagers and bought the old hawthorn tree and took care of it carefully.
Yes, that elder is the security uncle who delivered hawthorn to Huatang and the others.
"Will it be convenient for me to meet with the elderly?"
Long Mingan listened to the seniority and thought he was a gray-haired old man. Then he watched the village chief wave his hand and said that this elder was less than sixty, but he did not live in the village. He could help make a phone call.