Lang Jing'an found that the serving speed here was very fast, and it only took more than ten minutes before and after all the dishes were served.

The table he was sitting at was facing the direction of Ah Zhai, and the strong aroma of food emanating from the table aroused the gluttonous worms in Ah Zhai's stomach.

She grabbed the screen of her notebook and glanced at Lang Jing'an's desk.

"Order so much, so happy!" The space on the table is taken up by large and small pots and pans, and it is enough to see it coldly.

Ah Zhai's voice was not small because he was too surprised, and Lang Jing'an naturally heard it, and he looked up.

A girl smiled at him with a red face, then shrank her head behind the slightly wide laptop screen.

Lang Jingan eats a lot of food, he doesn't know how many times he has heard this kind of thing, but the only one who says how happy he is is at present is this girl he doesn't know.

"Why do you say so happy?"

Ah Zhai was stunned for a moment, she turned her head sideways and showed a small half of her face from behind the screen, her face was pure doubt, "Huh?

"Yes. ”

"Of course I'm happy, I have a good appetite, I can eat everything, and I can eat a lot of delicious food at once, isn't this happy?

It's not that she doesn't want to eat, it's that her stomach can't fit at all, and when she talks about this, she gets angry, why do she eat so little, and more than once she fantasizes that she can have a bottomless stomach.

Lang Jingan nodded after hearing this, "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome. Although Ah Zhai didn't know what he was thanking her.

Looking at the delicacies on Lang Jing'an's table, Ah Zhai reached out and pressed his grumbling stomach, and kept telling himself to hold back!

She has gained five pounds this month! She must hold back! After dinner, don't think about supper!

Out of sight and out of mind, Ah Zhai finally glanced at the dishes on Lang Jing'an's table, especially the pot of minced meat and vermicelli that was still gurgling, and her eyes stayed on that casserole for the longest time.

She then forced herself to look away and focus on the computer screen in front of her.

Lang Jing'an was observing the sizzling tofu he decided to eat first, so he didn't notice Ah Zhai's two salivating glances.

Half a finger's width and a fingernail's thickness, the surface of the square tofu cubes was browned, and the top layer of the tofu cubes was covered with a layer of reddish-brown minced meat, which was also dotted with a few bits of green, red and yellow bell peppers, some white sesame seeds, and chopped chives.

It looks very attractive, but I don't know if the taste is as pleasing to the eye as the appearance.

Lang Jing'an, who was holding the chopsticks, gently poked the surface of the tofu block with the tip of the chopsticks, but it was not soft and felt a little hard.

He reached for a spoon and moved a whole piece of tofu to the spoon, moving it to his mouth and biting it.

When you bite into it, you can feel that the outermost layer of burnt yellow shell is actually crispy, and the tofu inside is soft and hard, but it is very flavorful.

If you chew the tofu in your mouth, you will find that it is crispy and soft, with the firmness of minced meat and the crispness of bell peppers, and more importantly, the peculiar taste produced by these mixed with white sesame seeds.

Lang Jing'an tasted it carefully, he couldn't taste how this tofu was made, although the name was sizzling tofu, it was absolutely impossible to just put it on the iron plate and fry it.

Some transparent soup flowed out of the fault where the tofu cube was bitten, Lang Jingan picked up the spoon and licked it, it was a delicious taste with a variety of freshness, and he couldn't tell what was in it.

The tofu does not have a bit of beany smell, and the soft and snow-white tofu on the inside also tastes good enough, just like a salty and fresh pudding wrapped in a thin and crispy shell dipped in meat sauce.

The taste of the tofu itself is very prominent, and the slightly sweet minced meat and crisp bell peppers that I don't know how to eat are indescribable, and the whole texture is rich and distinct.

The hot tofu is wrapped in salty and sweet minced meat and the aroma of sesame sauce and tumbles down my throat and into my stomach pocket.

There are only five pieces of teppanyaki tofu in total, and you can eat one in one bite, at most one or two bites, and when Lang Jing'an comes back to his senses, the plate with the teppanyaki tofu is already empty.

He picked up the water cup on the side with some regret and took a sip of water, and he already felt that the iron plate tofu in this store should be the signboard, and he was really wise.

After eating the sizzling tofu, Lang Jing'an's eyes turned to the grilled chicken gizzard on the side, reached out and took a bite, the crispy seasoning was just right, but after the baptism of the sizzling tofu, he didn't think this roasted chicken gizzard was delicious.

After eating the roast chicken gizzard, Lang Jing'an continued to drink water, and after the taste in his mouth dissipated, he pulled the fried wonton on the side.

The appearance of fried wontons is ordinary, if you really want to say it, you can only say that the boss is conscientious enough, and each wonton is the same as a bulging fat ingot.

The outermost wonton wrappers have become a little translucent, and some of them have small steam bales bulging on them, and the bottom of the wontons is the same burnt yellow as the sizzling tofu, but the wontons are obviously darker in color.

I picked up a wonton and put it to my mouth and blew it, and when I bit it, I could hear a crisp 'click' sound.

In an instant, the piping hot and delicious soup wrapped in the wontons suddenly poured into Lang Jing'an's mouth along the opening, and he took several breaths with his mouth half-open, it was too hot, but he was not willing to spit it out at all.

After a while, although the wonton in his mouth was still hot, it was already within his tolerance, and he didn't feel so uncomfortable, the wonton was actually wrapped in a whole shrimp!

There are also some crunchy things in the filling, which tastes like water chestnuts but not like horse chestnuts, and the shrimp are mixed with crispy vegetables and crisp water chestnuts, and the skin is crispy with a sesame aroma.

Lang Jing'an couldn't help but clip another one, this time he learned his lesson and took a bite from the side, and the soup in the wonton flowed down the bite into the spoon, which felt like eating soup dumplings.

However, the filling in the wonton he was holding now was different from the shrimp he had eaten last time, this one was full of green vegetables and some eggs and peanuts, and it felt completely different from the previous shrimp.

It is not as rich as the shrimp in it, but the soup is more delicious than the shrimp one.

Strange, are the fried wonton fillings here different? Lang Jing'an stretched out his chopsticks again and sandwiched one, this time the pork filling was wrapped in it, and the meat filling was delicious and tender.

One bite after another, however, there are only five fried wontons in total, and the chopsticks are gone.

Lang Jing'an had a lot of adjectives in his mind at this time, and it didn't take long for a manuscript to be generated, and he pursed his lips and recalled in his mind the delicious food he had just eaten.

I have to say that it makes sense for the boss to decide to open the store in such a remote place, otherwise he would have to book in advance if he couldn't come to eat because of this craft.

At present, the three things he eats can only be regarded as small snacks, not big ones, and because of the tofu and wontons, he has even more expectations for the remaining dishes that he has not yet tasted.

The next thing he chose to eat was a small stove soup, a white soup in a large bowl, which looked like fish soup in color, but it definitely didn't smell like it.

He took a spoon and tasted it, and the soup was no longer as hot as it had just come out of the pot, it could only be said that it was a little hot.

But even so, this soup is not inferior at all.

The soup is a big bone broth, he tasted it, and it is a pure big bone broth, except for the big bones, there is no winter melon, kelp or white radish or anything in it.

There was also a small bone in the soup bowl, and the bone marrow in the bone flowed into the mouth after a gentle sucking.

The meat on the big bones is boiled in the soup, only a little surviving crispy bones are attached to it, pinching the big bones and biting off the crispy bones little by little, the mouth is all broken with a few clicks, and then there is another mouthful of soup.

"Whew-" Lang Jingan couldn't help but let out a long breath, it felt like exhaling all the burdens that had accumulated in his body for a long time.

There wasn't much soup in a bowl, and I ate it after a few bites of the bones.

Lang Jingan reached out and touched the water cup on the side, the water in the cup was empty, he stood up and walked out with the cup to pour another glass.

Ah Zhai, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help it as early as when Lang Jing'an was eating fried wontons, and she said, what is weight loss?

Directly went to the Xiaoice box in Huo Bai's façade room and carried a basket of fresh strawberries she brought back when she went to attend the wedding banquet of Old Wu Tou's son.

In fact, she brought back not only this basket, but also a large part of it, which she was afraid of spoiling, so she handed it over to Huo Bai and asked him to make dried strawberries, strawberry jam or something.

She is still afraid of fat, and it shouldn't be anything to eat only strawberries, right?

When Lang Jingan came back from pouring water and passed by Ah Zhai, he saw her comfortably nestled on a stool like a cat that had been smoothed, holding strawberries and eating them with relish.

Lang Jing'an, who drank two sips of water and rested for a while, took chopsticks to attack the hot and sour noodles, but the hot and sour noodles made him a little disappointed.

The taste was very good but not special enough, it didn't make him feel bright after eating, and in line with the principle of not wasting it, he still ate all the hot and sour noodles.

After eating hot and sour noodles, Lang Jingan took out a tissue and wiped the sweat from his head, and his whole body was hot after eating a hot and sour noodles just now.

Putting down the water glass, he took the beer bottle that had not been opened on the side, opened it with a screwdriver, and poured two sips, sure enough, it was spicy and had to be paired with beer to be refreshing.

Lang Jing'an, who was really a little hot, reached out and unbuttoned the two shirts he had buttoned all the way to the top.

Loosening his collar, Lang Jingan looked at the last three items left on the table.

A bowl of white rice, a casserole pot with minced meat and vermicelli and an appetizing potato flour.