Wang Yuan slowly turned the golden ring, his mind buzzed, and then he saw that he was already in the fairy garden. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It is still under the tall archway, and the door is still hidden, waiting for him to go in and visit.

It's still five hundred dollars for one advance.

Ticket money.

Wang Yuan couldn't help but shake his head, the world is declining, and even the immortals have learned badly.

His mind moved, and with a buzz, he returned to reality from this void space.

Wang Yuan stared at this little thing on the bed, feeling panicked, and bought three radishes, two small cabbages, a handful of coriander and a bag of raw sunflower seeds for five hundred yuan.

It's like robbing a bank.

But he was robbed.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and he yawned and wanted to go back to sleep, but he was stirred by the aroma of vegetables, and he couldn't sleep at all.

Looking at the golden melon seeds, he wanted to eat one or two grains to quench his hunger, but thinking that what he had just spent was his last five hundred yuan, he still clicked his lips and held back.

In fact, whoever this kind of thing is put on, everyone will be surprised for a while, and even suspect that they have an incurable disease, but Wang Yuan thinks that this kind of thing is very reasonable, what is unreasonable, I spent money to buy vegetables, and now the vegetables are placed on the bed and exude a strange fragrance to seduce me, isn't this realistic enough?

Do you have to knock your head on the bag to call it reality?

That's stupid!

Wang Yuan couldn't sleep at all, so he got up and ran downstairs, at this time the neon lights flashed outside the window, and the pedestrians were decreasing, and it was already the middle of the night.

Although this city is called the Oriental City That Never Sleeps, the place where Wang Yuan is located is relatively remote, and when it is dark, there are no people.

He pushed open the door and walked out, looking at the night outside, and sighed secretly in his heart, when can he buy a house of his own in this city?

He was sighing when a person walked by on the street corner, covered in dust and in a hurry.

"Sorry, is it still open?" This person glanced around and found that only this Yunxuan Pavilion was still open, so he asked.

"Commercial, of course commercial!" Wang Yuan saw that the guest came to the door, and hurriedly replied casually, "How can the door close at ten o'clock, come in quickly, what do you want?" ”

"Do you have noodles?" The man leaned back in his chair, took off his glasses, wiped them, and said.

"Yes, yes, yes! Do you want hot noodle soup or lo mein? Wang Yuan asked casually.

"Whatever!" This man seems to have paid little attention to what he eats, and he has come to fill his stomach.

Wang Yuan poured out the last bit of noodles in his noodle pocket, he couldn't help sighing, the gas is in arrears, and the noodles are gone, what should I do in this business in the future?

Fortunately, there is an induction cooker, he lit the induction cooker, skillfully cut noodles with noodles, and finally slapped his thigh, hitting the lo noodles without lo mein, what else is it called lo mein?

Wang Yuan's gaze fell on the radish that had just been picked from the fairy vegetable field.

It was a valuable turnip bought for five hundred dollars.

No matter how valuable it is, it's still a radish, but it's just a dish!

Wang Yuan picked up the kitchen knife, choked the radish into pieces, put it in the pot and exploded it with oil, and suddenly a spicy fragrance filled the room, causing the guest to sniff, "Boss, what kind of marinade do you make, why is it fragrant?" ”

"Pork radish!" Wang Yuan replied casually, took out a piece of pork the size of a chestnut from the refrigerator, and said sorry first, now you are so poor, you can only deduct some pork from you.

Wang Yuan cut the pork into extremely minced pieces, almost comparable to millet grains, poured it into the pot and stir-fried, the aroma spread, causing the guests to laugh, "Is it that I'm really hungry or your cooking is too fragrant, I can't help it!" ”

"Don't worry, come right away!" Wang Yuan looked at the pork radish that had just been fried, and always felt that there were too many radishes and too little meat, so he reached out and took out his pocket, yes, just do it!

He increased the heat, poured a few melon seeds from his pocket, crackled and fried them, then took out the melon seeds, crushed them with a rolling pin, sprinkled them on the pork radish stew, and served them to the guests.

The guest must have been so hungry that he used chopsticks to marinate half of it into a bowl, and the meat in it was too little!

He muttered in his heart, but there was no way, where could he find a mouthful of hot food at such a late day?

Although I am dissatisfied, it is too late to complain now, and it is important to fill my stomach.

He took a bite of the noodles, which felt mediocre, and took another sip of noodle soup, which tasted average, and there was a smell of alkaline water.

He shook his head, picked up a piece of fried brown diced radish with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, rolled his eyes a few times, and the chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

The moment the diced radish is eaten, a fragrance explodes between the tongue and teeth, with a faint crunch, and a hint of spicy taste rushes straight to the brain, and the taste is so good that it bursts!

"Ha, ha!" The guest took two bites of noodles, and then he felt that the spicy taste was a little lighter, and he picked up a little yellow crumbs, like crushed peanuts, and asked, "Boss, what is this?" ”

"Why don't you taste it?" Wang Yuan said with a smile, he just analyzed the customer's change in the look of the marinade, and couldn't help but feel secretly refreshed, although my noodles are not good, but this marinade is not said.

The guest put the crushed melon seeds into his mouth, and the aroma rushed straight to his brain, and he closed his eyes and slowly reminisced.

"Is there any, another bowl!"

This guest took a small half bowl of marinade, swept away the noodles in the big bowl, and even drank the soup in one go, the sweat beads on the brain, the whole body sweated like rain, and the whole body was comfortable, not to mention how refreshing!

Wang Yuan hurriedly served him another bowl.

The guest swept away the marinade and noodles, and finally leaned back in the chair and burped, "I've been traveling from south to north for so many years, and it's the first time I've eaten such delicious marinade, how much money will my brother help calculate?" ”

Wang Yuan hurriedly calculated, the marinade is a gift, no money, as for a bowl of noodles for eight yuan, a total of sixteen yuan.

The guest shook his hand and threw out fifty yuan, "No need to look for it." ”

"Thank you!" took it, and my heart was secretly cool, after opening the store for so long, this one was the first to give a tip if it was not unpalatable.

"Come, brother, let's take a picture and keep a souvenir!" The guest took out his mobile phone and stood side by side with Wang Yuan, shouting one, two, three eggplants!

There was a click, leaving the silhouette of two people.

"This is a souvenir for you!" The guest took out a bronze medallion from his pocket and pinned it to his clothes, "I'm leaving, goodbye!" ”

The person disappeared into the dark night sky, and Wang Yuan touched the commemorative medal hanging on his clothes, which read "Zhou Sheng's trip around the world to commemorate".

"It turns out that this person's name is Zhou Sheng...... "Wang Yuan put the money back into the automatic cash register and closed the doors and windows.

The next morning, he got up early, opened the door as usual, and wrote the name of breakfast on the small blackboard.

Steamed buns, porridge, pickles.

The other shops next door have opened their doors, and when they saw Wang Yuan squatting on the ground and writing, they couldn't help but laugh, what kind of store does this kid open, hurry up and go home!

I have been scolded by the landlord several times for blocking the door, and I don't have the money to pay the rent, which restaurant do you open, isn't this even affecting the business of our street!

"Yo, I'm still making steamed buns this morning, and my mother will try it too!" The nemesis next door, Aunt Qian, who fried the private dishes of the incense pot, ate and sneered and entered the store.