"Thank you, uncle!" the little girl took a sweet sip on Wang Dabao's face and said crisply.

"Thank you, sir." The little girl's mother was also frightened by the scene just now. She had just gone to choose rice noodles. She turned around and saw this scene. She saw that her daughter was very frightened by this scene without knowing what was going on. The handsome man held her in his arms, avoiding an accident, and hurriedly ran over to say thank you.

Wang Dabao smiled, returned the little girl to her mother, turned to the waiter and said, "I'm sorry, how much does this bowl of rice noodles cost? You can make him another one. I want two bowls of rice noodles together." Count the money!”

This matter was originally blamed on Shen Yatong, so the waiter didn't say anything, nodded, brought the cleaning tools and started cleaning up.

Shen Yatong pursed his lips and sat down on the seat where Wang Dabao had finally waited just now with an unhappy look on his face.

"Okay, why aren't you happy yet?" Wang Dabao looked at the menu, which contained more than ten flavors of rice noodles, and asked, "What flavor do you like?"

"Am I unhappy? If it weren't for you, could I have taken a step back? If I hadn't taken a step back, would I have bumped into that person!" Shen Yatong immediately said dissatisfied, but she didn't even notice it herself, and she didn't have the confidence to retort. and intensity.

Wang Dabao laughed, put the menu back to its original position, and said, "Then have the same thing as me. I guarantee you will like it!"

Soon, two small bowls of rice noodles were served. The two sat face to face. Wang Dabao, like a parent, arranged the chopsticks, small bowls and spoons for Shen Yatong, but when she saw that she didn't do anything, he looked very unhappy. He said with a shy smile: "Yatong, there are so many people, this is not good!"

"What's wrong? What's wrong with the crowd!" Shen Yatong raised his eyebrows and asked strangely.

"Then...Okay!" Wang Dabao made a long sound, picked up his spoon, weighed a quail egg, put it in his mouth and blew it a few times, then handed it to Shen Yatong and said: "Good boy, Open your mouth!"

"What?" Shen Yatong was even more surprised, thinking that Wang Dabao always acted out of common sense, and he was wary.

"That's strange. Didn't you ask me to feed you? Come on and eat it obediently. There are so many people watching." Wang Dabao continued to hold up the spoon to express his insistence on feeding.

"When am I going to let you feed me? I'm just being selfish."

"Then I've handed out the bowls and chopsticks to you, but you haven't eaten. Why don't you ask me to feed you?"

"Yes, sister, when I don't like to eat, my mother just feeds me!" The cute little girl came over again at some point, holding a small bowl in her hand with some rice noodles in it. He looked at Shen Yatong with an innocent and romantic look on his face, nodded his head in agreement, smiled sweetly at Wang Dabao, and asked in a sweet voice: "Uncle, can I sit here? My mother and I have agreed that I can eat by myself without feeding him!" There was a seat next to Shen Yatong, and the little girl sat on it, looking at Wang Dabao and then at Shen Yatong, with curiosity on her face.

Wang Dabao saw the little girl's mother coming over and said, "Thank you just now. The child insists on coming over to talk to you, so don't interrupt me?"

Wang Dabao shook his head with a smile and replied: "Haha, how can such a cute little girl disturb you? Just eat here. If it's not enough, uncle will give it to you."

When the little girl's mother sat back, Wang Dabao looked down at the little girl, then glanced at Shen Yatong with the same expression, and then laughed.

Shen Yatong was immediately embarrassed. He quickly ate the quail eggs that Wang Dabao handed to him and looked around like a thief. This time, even the little girl burst into laughter, but the little girl was praising Shen Yatong. : "Sister, my mother said that obedient children are good children and only those who are loved will be loved!"

"Is she good or not?" Wang Dabao pointed at Shen Yatong and asked.

The little girl frowned, thinking seriously with a sad face, then suddenly smiled and giggled, and then said: "Sister was not good at first, but she became good under the guidance of the little girl!"

Shen Yatong made a big face, was called naughty by a child, and was forced to eat the quail eggs Wang Dabao fed her. However, Shen Yatong did not feel depressed, but felt very warm, and I didn’t expect that this little girl named Nannan was a kid. She always talked in one way, but Shen Yatong just found it interesting. Shen Yatong just found it interesting, and she didn’t know why. Seeing Nannan so cute, Shen Yatong Yatong also thought about whether he should have a daughter in the future. How interesting it would be to bicker and quarrel with him all day long.

"Nanny, why did you call me sister, but you called him uncle?" Shen Yatong gave Nannan two quail eggs, but she gave one back. Shen Yatong couldn't help but tease Shen Yatong with a strong motherly love. I shaved my daughter’s little face, and the latter was dissatisfied and shouted that I couldn’t shave children’s faces, as they would make them fat and unsightly.

"Because you are a woman. Mom said that all women like to be praised for being young, while men like to be called mature, so I called you that. If you don't like it, sister, I will change the title!" Nannan said with a look on her face. He said seriously, while also carefully observing Shen Yatong's reaction, as if he was confirming his mother's theory.

"Haha, okay, just be an uncle. Your sister actually likes it when people say she is young. If you praise her for being young today, she will be happy for several days!" Wang Dabao couldn't help but scratch this. The face of a little girl is as beautiful as jade, but this time the little girl is not unhappy. Shen Yatong rolls her eyes. Is this called different people being treated differently? But there is no need to be serious with children, and , this feeling is like a family of three going out to play. When they are tired, they just find a roadside restaurant to have a meal of special snacks and the like. It is warm and full of childishness.

"Uncle, why are these rice noodles called cross-bridge rice noodles? Do you have to cross the bridge to eat them? But I obviously haven't crossed the bridge. I always take a car when I go out today." After taking a few mouthfuls, Nannan suddenly raised her head. asked.

Shen Yatong seldom eats these snacks. Even when he is in school, the canteen of the police academy is very good. There is no need to go out to eat snacks. When he is at work, he will not have access to these things, so when he heard Nannan Shen Yatong raised his head and waited for Wang Dabao's answer. He also had the same question as Nannan, why not call it something else?

Wang Dabao knew about this problem. Over the years of working, he had come into contact with a lot of complicated things. He cleared his throat and said slowly: "Legend has it that there was a little scholar who wanted to get fame, so he stayed in a hut by a lake. Study hard to learn knowledge, but you have to eat, so his wife brings meals to the scholar every day, but every day the food is already cold when it reaches the hands of the book, and the food cannot be heated in the hut. The scholar's wife wants to After thinking about it, one day I finally came up with a way. As for her, she cooked chicken soup and noodles and sent them to her every day. Because the thick chicken fat had the effect of keeping heat, the scholars could have hot meals. Later, this matter spread. Now, every family imitates the method of the scholar's wife, and because the scholar's wife has to cross a small bridge every day, people vividly call this kind of rice noodles with soup "crossing the bridge rice noodles", that is, Today’s title.”

"Oh." Nannan made a serious face, nodded slightly, as if she understood, took a sip of the rice noodle soup in her bowl with a small spoon, tasted it, and then immediately drank it again. Asked: "Why doesn't my rice noodles taste like chicken soup? Is it a fake product?"

Shen Yatong was just listening to the story. When he heard that the little girl actually went to taste it for real, she shook her head and said with a smile: "This sister will explain to you that everyone has drank up the chicken soup for this rice noodle, so I have to use it." I’ll use another soup.”

What kind of explanation is this? Wang Dabao has a black line, but it's true. You can't tell children that unscrupulous traders are fake.

But when the little girl heard this explanation, she nodded with her mouth curled up and whispered softly: "It seems that if I want to eat Guoqiao rice noodles again in the future, I have to ask my mother to bring me to eat early, otherwise I will be late and there will be no chicken soup. Got it!"

After eating a meal of rice noodles very slowly, Shen Yatong's mood gradually improved, and from time to time he was teased by the little girl who made him laugh regardless of his appearance.

Wang Dabao is always in a good mood, and he also likes to play with children, because only children are defenseless towards you, innocent and romantic, and have no scheming. As long as you are good to him, he will be good to you. This is something adults cannot do.

"Sister, are you full?" Little Nannan raised her little face and looked at Shen Yatong and asked.

"Well, sister is full, where is my daughter?" Shen Yatong helped wipe her mouth and asked with a smile.

"I'm full too. I'm going back to find my mother. Also, uncle, why don't you hug your sister?" Nannan's eyes widened and she looked at Wang Dabao, speaking in that crisp tone, word by word. He said the last sentence and tilted his little head.

Shen Yatong thought that this little girl might have some strange thoughts, but she heard Nannan continue: "After I'm full, my mother will hug me." She waved her hands towards the two of them, and Nannan continued. He turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly he came back, leaned into Wang Dabao's ear, and said with a smile: "Uncle, let me tell you a secret, we girls actually like to be hugged by boys, and this sister must also I like what you are holding, uncle, so remember it!"

Wang Dabao was stunned, then nodded heavily.
Chapter completed!