Madam Dihao is not good

She was so in a hurry that she couldn't tell that she looked very scared, as if she was in a hurry to meet someone!

Chanel was puzzled, looking around.

The walls are lime, some mottled, the floor is cement, not very smooth.

The tables and chairs are all old wood carvings, which seem to have a history of many years, and they rattle and rattle when they are propped up by hands.

On the opposite wall, there is a menu with yellow paper background and black calligraphy. The dishes written are all related to tofu. [

Smelling the fragrance in the air again, remembering the signboard when she came in, Chanel guessed that the main specialty of this small shop is tofu.

Could it be that the tofu in this restaurant is really unique and delicious, so that people like Su Shijie can't help but be attracted to it?

Otherwise, it is really hard to imagine why Su Shijie came.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Xia Naier was startled, and raised her head to see Su Shijie walking in. In the warm yellow light, he had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and there was a gentle light on his face, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Behind him, followed a man, about 40 years old, dressed plainly, wearing an oil-stained apron.

The man held a long-spouted kettle in his hand, walked up to Chanel to fill up the empty teapot, with a smile on his face, poured tea for Chanel, and looked left and right at her.

"The little girl is not bad, she looks very energetic."

Chanel looked at this man in surprise, and while he was looking at her, she was also looking at him.

The man's face is lean, and there is a deep scar at the corner of his eye. Although his eyes are smiling, they are especially sharp...

Su Shijie came over and introduced Chanel, "Uncle Wu."

Chanel stood up cautiously, wanting to shake hands with him: "Uncle Wu, hello. My name is Chanel."

Uncle Wu's hands were full of oil stains, so he didn't hand it over, but just smiled: "You don't have to be so polite, please sit down first, and I'll serve the food right away."

As he spoke, he wiped his hands and patted Su Shijie on the shoulder.

Su Shijie nodded slightly, with a little smile: "Please trouble Uncle Wu."

"You boy, how dare you be polite to me!"

Xia Naier watched Uncle Wu leave with a calm and calm pace, and her speech and demeanor gave off a well-trained crispness.

Her intuition told her that this Uncle Wu was a man with a story.

Su Shijie sat down beside Chanel, picked up the tea, and saw that Chanel was looking at him. [