Wang Xiaoming is very unhappy today, he spent a dollar today, bought two bags of crispy noodles, all of them did not win the lottery, and also exchanged the lottery tickets for another bag yesterday, and also did not win.

Seeing that his classmates had won at least a dime, he felt that his luck was really bad, and he was listless on the way home from school.

When I arrived at the door, I said goodbye to my fellow classmate's father, and ran upstairs.

Alas, he doesn't actually have to eat snacks, and he doesn't always need to eat crispy noodles when he eats snacks, but he just wants to eat more to make his hunger, who made his mother's cooking not delicious?

Dad's craftsmanship is good, but he gets off work too late, and he can only eat the delicious food made by his father on weekends.

Putting down the schoolbag, he didn't hear any movement in the kitchen, and his mother came out of the bedroom: "Come back, come, drink some porridge first, and when your father gets off work, let's go out to eat, and your father's friend is in for a treat." ”

Porridge?

Wang Xiaoming had a bitter face, what he didn't like the most was to drink porridge, and there was no taste. He went to the kitchen and found the sugar jar first, and he had to add at least two spoonfuls of sugar in a moment.

Wait, why don't you smell the porridge?

Turn on the rice cooker, it's empty, maybe my mother forgot to cook porridge, wouldn't it be to write homework on an empty stomach?

"Mom, where is the porridge? Why don't you buy me a packet of instant noodles?" Wang Xiaoming licked his lips, he still liked the taste of instant noodles, especially Huafeng's stewed chicken noodles with mushrooms, which were particularly fragrant.

"The porridge is here, you wait a minute, Mom will open it for you." ”

Wang Xiaoming looked at the tin can on the table, this is canned food? Wait, it says eight-treasure porridge, eh, it's delicious, isn't it the one who sells instant noodles?

Xiao Ming's mother opened the eight-treasure porridge, took out the small spoon in the lid, and handed it to her son: "Try it, this is delicious and nutritious, you are growing your body, you need to make up for it." ”

Wang Xiaoming smelled it, there was a sweet taste, he put a little with a small spoon and put it in his mouth, and his eyes lit up in an instant: "It's delicious!"

Xiao Ming's mother suddenly smiled: "Yes, I just said that it will definitely not be wrong to see someone buying." Hurry up and do your homework after eating, and there will be delicious food in the evening. ”

Wang Xiaoming devoured a few bites, suddenly stopped, and lifted the jar of eight-treasure porridge: "Mom, you can taste it too, it's sweet, it's delicious." ”

"Eh, take a bite. "Eh, this little guy finally knows that he feels sorry for his mother, and he is relieved.

How do you know that her son tasted a spoonful for her, and then continued to drink wildly, usually a bowl of porridge can be drunk for five minutes, but this time it was less than a minute, so a large pot of eight-treasure porridge was actually drunk, and it was dug clean with a small spoon.

"Mom, I went to Xiaogang's house to do my homework. ”

Grabbing the schoolbag, Wang Xiaoming ran out of the door and knocked on the opposite door.

Xiao Gang's grandfather opened the door, why did Xiao Ming come so early today, isn't this kid particularly able to eat, and he will eat as soon as he gets home.

"Xiao Ming, I didn't eat today. ”

"Eat, eight-treasure porridge. Wang Xiaoming said and licked the corners of his mouth.

Xiaogang's grandfather was a little surprised: "Who made it in your family?"

Eight treasure porridge is very labor-intensive, and there are many materials, do Xiao Wang and his family have time?

"My mom bought it. It's delicious, but it's delicious. ”

"Hahaha, isn't it delicious to taste, what are you repeating? ”

"No, good taste is the name, you ask Xiao Gang, Xiao Gang must know. Xiaogang, I drank eight-treasure porridge just now, it tastes good, but it's delicious, you ask your dad to buy it for you, it's really delicious. ”

Xiao Gang looked at his grandfather: "Grandpa, I want to eat it too, can you buy it for me?"

"Okay, grandpa is going to buy it for you, what does the eight-treasure porridge you said look like?" the old man stood up.

"It's such a tall can, red, yellow~~~ color lid, like a can, with the words "good taste eight treasure porridge" on it, which is conspicuous. Wang Xiaoming said as he gestured.

The old man went to the house and took five dollars, and went downstairs with the handrail.

After a while, the old man came up with a can of eight-treasure porridge, such a little porridge costs two yuan, which is really expensive. But for the sake of grandchildren, it's worth it.

"Grandpa Li, this has to be scalded with hot water to be delicious. Xiao Ming pointed.

After a while, the eight-treasure porridge scalded with hot water was opened, Xiao Gang drank two sips, and he couldn't stop, if it wasn't for Xiao Ming here, he would have planned to lick the can.

An hour passed, and the two finally finished their homework, and Xiao Ming waved his hand and went home.

Xiao Gang's parents also came back and cooked a meal, but Xiao Gang only ate a little. Why isn't today's meal fragrant, it's still delicious eight-treasure porridge.

Wang Xiaoming waited at home for a while, and his father came back, sitting on the back of his father's motorcycle, and they went to the hotel.

It's a pity that Wang Xiaoming didn't eat much, and even his usual favorite sweet potato only ate a few pieces, so he wasn't hungry.

After eating, my father's friend came over with a small box: "Brother Wang, this is for the child, I heard that the nutrition is healthy, and the child will be supplemented." ”

Wang Xiaoming's eyes lit up suddenly, this is a delicious eight-treasure porridge, a box! Before his parents could say anything, he took the initiative to run over and hold the box in his arms.

"Then thank you, I have time to sit at home, you have no problem, when you go to work tomorrow, you can come to my office." ”

When he got home, Lao Wang was unhappy: "Xiao Ming, come here, why did you take your uncle's gift today without permission, you know what this is, you want it?"

"I know, it tastes like eight-treasure porridge, it's very delicious, Dad, I don't believe you can taste it. ”

Lao Wang looked at his wife, who smiled and said, "Today when he came back from school, I bought him a can, he likes to eat this." I read it, it's very nutritious, there are no preservatives or additives in it, so it is still written on the box that if there are additives, are you willing to compensate 100,000 yuan in cash? ”

"This can buy two yuan, a box of twelve cans, it's only twenty-four, maybe it can be cheaper by one or two yuan, and it's nothing if you take it. ”

"You say this is a good-tasting product again?" Lao Wang picked up the box and looked at it carefully, sure enough, it was produced by Manhan Food, and it was the good taste he knew.

Why are there so many products in this Manchu and Han food, and each one is so popular, what do they think? He works in a grain and oil factory, and yesterday he seemed to hear from the leader that he also wanted to make some by-products to increase profits.

I was still discussing whether to make some instant noodles or something, this thing is easy to sell. It's just that the equipment is too expensive, and they don't have that much cash. Now that I think about it, maybe I can make this eight-treasure porridge, it's just porridge, who wouldn't, well, I'll talk to the leader tomorrow.