"Stinky boy, you're confused, Dad, I booked the best hotel in the city, No. 6 Feilong Hall on the sixth floor of Longyun Villa. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info remember, don't be late at 6 p.m. Ge Tianhu emphasized again.

"Dad, the food here is much better than that of Longyun Villa!"

"Which hotel in Canghai is better than Longyun Villa?" just kidding!" Ge Tianhu was very disdainful of his son's statement.

"Here in the food street, there is a restaurant of Le Shifang. ”

"None of the restaurants there are top-notch, they are all civilian restaurants. Okay, don't mess around, I've got something to do. With that, Ge Tianhu hung up the phone.

"This kid is a hanger all day long, and I won't worry about handing over the film and television company to him in the future. ”

"Hey, Dad, Dad...... Old ......" has become a busy tone on the other end of the phone.

Ge Liang reluctantly put down the phone. It was only a few words, and what happened in front of him surprised him:

Gao Hua blew and took big gulps of rice into his mouth, as if someone was snatching food from him.

The girl had long lost her image, with a few grains of rice on the corners of her mouth and the tip of her nose, and she didn't care about wiping it at all, she blew "hiss" and couldn't wait to swallow it in her stomach.

The first uncle to eat in the pot, although he didn't look gentle, but he was the most gentle, I saw him take a bite and glance at Boss Mo, his eyes were full of fiery worship......

Suddenly remembering something, Ge Liang looked at Li Fengshui's eyes and couldn't help but shudder.

He pointed to the claypot rice on the crystal table and asked, "Little girl, can the boss do it in five minutes?"

Little Lori gave him a roll of her eyes, "Do you have common sense?"

"What common sense?"

"What common sense! Let me ask you, whose claypot rice can be cooked in five minutes?"

Ge Liang obviously couldn't believe it: "You say this is claypot rice?

Yu Xiaoyu continued to give him white eyes.

"Please look at the little blackboard next to you!"

The second generation of Hehefu, who was surrounded by countless beauties and did not touch the leaves, had no temper or anger in front of Yu Xiaoyu, and looked at the small blackboard with a smile, and it was really claypot rice.

He swallowed another mouthful of saliva, "It's too late, I still want Yangchun noodles." ”

"Do you want a set meal or a la carte?" asked Yu Xiaoyu.

"Set meal, plus two boiled eggs!"

“400。 Yu Xiaoyu quickly quoted the price.

Ge Liang didn't say a word, and threw out four big bills.

"Boss, let's have a Yangchun noodle set with two eggs. ”

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……

Outside the door, because three claypot rice were opened in a row, and the door of the store was opened, the aroma was more exciting and stronger than before, and the dinner time was coming, and more and more people gathered in front of the door.

The people who came from behind all inquired about what was going on in the store, and they looked like they didn't enjoy a bite.

The people who came before still had a sense of arrogance, as if they had smelled the fragrance for a while, as if they had already eaten it, and they loved to ignore it.

"It's actually claypot rice?ah! The price is 398 yuan! This boss is too black-hearted!!"

The news of the 398 yuan claypot rice quickly spread among the crowd, and then bursts of exclamations could be heard.

Some people, enduring the danger of the worms breaking out of their stomachs, have begun to leave, and most of them are still holding on, and they have all gathered at the door of the food shop, scrambling to look inside.

Finally, someone couldn't help it, squeezed through the door, and shouted, "I'll have a claypot rice!"

"I want one too!"

"And me!"

“……”

After a while, seven or eight people had already ordered claypot rice, Yu Xiaoyu put away the money with a smile, and asked the people who booked the claypot rice to wait outside the door, and lined up in order.

"Look at it, in addition to claypot rice, there is also a spring noodle set, which is 100 yuan cheaper. ”

"That's right, then I want a Yangchun noodle set. ”

"If you can't afford to eat claypot rice, it's good to eat a bowl of noodles. "Someone ordered another Yangchun noodle.

Ge Liang ate quickly, the noodles were eaten with soup and water, and all the three braised eggs were reimbursed. He wiped his mouth with paper and said to Gao Hua: "Old Gao, eat slowly, I'll go first." ”

Gao Hua's claypot rice has not been eaten yet, and the two sounds are considered to be a response.

He wasn't eating slowly, he should have finished eating at the pace he had just eaten. But the more I ate to the end, the more reluctant I was to eat, as if I wanted to part with my favorite food. In the end, he took a small bite and tasted it slowly, especially the pork chop and the pot at the bottom of the pot, and he was even more reluctant to eat it all in one go.

Hold the pork chops in your mouth and the bones will naturally fall off. He sucked a few mouthfuls of the bone, sucking up all the juice on it before spitting it out. In the process of sucking the bones, the meat had completely melted, so he quickly grabbed a piece of the pot and chewed it with the gravy, and the more he chewed, the more wonderful the taste became.

Qu Zhou's claypot rice was also about to bottom out, and she had the last piece of spring bamboo shoots in her mouth, and she was reluctant to chew it for a long time.

From the first bite of the bamboo shoots, she concluded that they were freshly picked spring shoots, not canned or frozen. The bamboo shoots in the canned food are stored in liquid, and they have long lost the crispness of spring bamboo shoots, and the taste is also very poor.

Frozen bamboo shoots, the fiber has been destroyed, there is no chew to eat, and it can't absorb enough soup, and it is tasteless.

Only this kind of freshly picked spring bamboo shoots, smelling fresh and fragrant, crisp and delicious to eat, can not only absorb the meat, oil, rice in the soup, but also stimulate its own fragrance.

She ate the spring bamboo shoots, picked up the pots and ate them one by one, and a sense of satisfaction arose. My eyes swept over the small blackboard, which said Yangchun noodles, and I couldn't help but think: "What is the taste of Yangchun noodles he makes?" I really want to taste it, tomorrow, tomorrow I must try it!"

Among the three, Li Fengshui seems to be the most normal, but in fact, he has already set off stormy waves in his heart.

He has tasted countless delicacies, but he has never eaten such a delicious claypot rice, and the ingredients are so particular that even the Longyun Villa in this city has to bow down.

A piece of diced ham that looks like an ordinary piece of ham is a top-quality ham from YN Xuanwei, which is comparable to the top-quality black pig ham fermented in Iberia for three years.

Spring bamboo shoots are actually fresh ingredients, and I don't know how Master Mo preserves them, they can be stored for such a long time, and they are still exactly the same when they were first picked.

The pork chops are even more exquisite, they are black pork chops from Iberia, Spain, which are suitable for fat and thin, and are paired with spring bamboo shoots, which is a perfect match.

In his opinion, the rice and sauce are actually even better. But with his ability, he couldn't tell where the rice was produced or what ingredients the sauce was made of.

To be able to perfectly unify so many ingredients and make such a delicious meal is the style of a master.

"Master, he's really a master chef!"

Thinking of this, Li Fengshui no longer hesitated, and resolutely rushed into the kitchen, "plopping" and kneeling on the ground.

"Master, please accept me!"