Sister, can you correct your words a little, what is called is hard, I worship her like a fairy, okay?

"Forget it, I don't have anything to do with you, I have to go home, if I go back late, my mother will think that I have been troubled by the stinky hooligans!" Chu Xiangling paid, pushed open the door and ran. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't kick the door tomorrow morning!" Wang Yuan chased out and shouted loudly.

This beauty who came today is really a weirdo.

Wang Yuan was lying on the bed, opening and closing his eyes was the shadow of the beautiful woman in white, tossing and turning and unable to sleep.

Just as after eating charcoal-grilled matsutake mushrooms, and then tasting other mushrooms, I feel that it is dregs, after seeing this beauty in white, Wang Yuan feels that the school flowers and flowers he has seen before are all the same virtue as Zhu Bajie and his second aunt.

People are the most afraid of comparison, and no matter how inflated their self-esteem is, they have to return to their original shape.

Today, he saw this in Chu Xiangling.

Originally, before seeing this white-clothed beauty, Chu Xiangling's appearance could score nine points, and the other point was not given because she was afraid of her pride, but after seeing this white-clothed beauty today, Chu Xiangling instantly changed into a passerby.

"I guess this crazy girl won't be able to sleep tonight." Wang Yuan thought of Chu Xiangling's eyes when he looked at the beautiful woman in white, and thought of it with malice.

"Brother, I went to the shop you said and tasted it, it's very good." At that time, in a single-family villa on the outskirts of the city, a woman in white was replying to a man's WeChat.

On the balcony there is a small open box with a medallion that reads "Zhou Sheng's trip around the world".

"Changxin, don't put too much pressure on yourself, go out and walk around more when you have time, and don't disturb all trivial matters." It took a long time for Zhou Sheng to send her a message back.

"I'm in Almaty now, so I'm not going to talk to you yet, so I'll adjust my mood."

The woman in white stood up, looked at the dark night outside, and sighed faintly, at this time she suddenly remembered the plate of roasted matsutake mushrooms she had tasted at night, but she didn't expect such an authentic thing to be in such a small shop.

Recalling that delicious taste that lingered on her lips and teeth, the corners of her mouth twitched and a faint smile appeared.

She immediately realized that something was wrong with her emotions, Mu Changxin, Mu Changxin, you have always been withdrawn, how could you be so distracted by a dish and smile heartlessly?

She sat on the edge of the bed again, staring at the twinkling stars outside with her eyes dazed, and finally sighed and collapsed on the bed.

Tossing and turning.

Wang Yuan had a good night's sleep, and this morning, as usual, there was no sound of kicking the door.

That's nice!

He pushed open the door and saw that the sun was still shining on the earth, and the air was filled with the intoxicating scent of flowers, which was the smell of midsummer.

Old Chen came on crutches, followed by several old men of different heights, all with gray hair, and they looked very old.

"Xiao Wang, it's early!" Old Chen Tou greeted him.

Wang Yuan also hurriedly beckoned, welcomed a few people into the store, and immediately promoted his latest charcoal-grilled matsutake mushroom.

Lao Chen saw it written on the small blackboard at the door.

"Let's have a copy first, by the way, what about your mountain spring water, one cup per person." The old man knew that the wine was gone, but there should always be water!

"Yes, yes!" Wang Yuan ran into the back kitchen and got busy.

"Brother, you are also a person who has been turning a big spoon all your life, what, look at this store?" An old man with glasses smiled, and Lao Chen nodded, "Let me tell you, the dishes in this shop are a must!" ”

"Tell me?" The elder brother is a chef, and he drank the yellow rice wine in Wang Yuan's shop yesterday, and when he heard the old man say this, he immediately became interested.

"All vegetables are original, in the current fashionable words, pure green organic; Besides, this shop rarely puts seasonings in cooking......"

"So confident?" Everyone understands that what seasonings a chef puts and how many seasonings he puts depends on his own control of taste and confidence in his own cooking skills.

While he was talking, five plates of charcoal-grilled matsutake mushrooms were served, and everyone knew that they had come to the right place when they sniffed it.

"The heat is still a little less...... connoisseur moved his chopsticks, he knew the depth of it, and the old man with glasses smiled at Wang Yuan, "Is it that there are many people and you are in a hurry?" ”

Wang Yuan nodded embarrassedly, it was indeed a little.

"It tastes good!" Lao Chen didn't raise his head, "It's just that your cooking skills need to be improved slightly, and this knife worker, remember, when holding the knife, the heart must be right, the knife must be steady, start quickly, and do not hesitate, so that you can cut out a good slice!" ”

"Lao Cao, you are an expert in playing with knives, give this little brother a few clicks." Old Chen said to an old man with white hair sitting next to him, who stood up and asked Wang Yuan to bring his kitchen knife.

Wang Yuan scratched his head, hesitating that his broken knife couldn't get into the eyes of these experts at all, but he still took it, the white-haired old man held the knife in one hand, his fingertips were a little bit, and the blade stood on the belly of his index finger, not moving like a mountain.

"Stop playing tricks, show your hands to the little brother!" Lao Chen urged.

"It's ugly!" The old man took a radish handed to him by Wang Yuan, and the knife was like the wind, only to see him raise the knife and cut the radish piece by piece, and in the blink of an eye, it was like the wind blowing willow leaves, and the cut surface was as thin as a hair, and the pieces were even, it was really a good knife work!

"You can't use this knife, go and change it to a ten-pound heavy knife. Remember, learn more and practice more, and when you use it naturally, it will be like a finger in your arm. ”

Wang Yuan nodded again and again, but he didn't expect that this old man was not only good at knife work, but also concise and to the core.

It seems that it is indeed time to change the knife that is handy.

Although the dishes can be bought from the fairy garden, cooking is based on real skills, which cannot be bought from the vegetable garden, and you have to rely on your own hard work.

A few people sat for a while, tasting water, chatting, talking nonsense, talking and laughing.

Wang Yuan sent them away, hurriedly hung a Do Not Disturb sign at the door, turned the ring on his hand, and the whole person appeared in the fairy garden.

He went straight to the tool field.

Wang Yuan directly found the knife holder, and looked up and down at these kitchen knives of different forms and prices, including flat cutting knives, bone chopping knives, oblique cutting knives, boning knives, machetes, and dragon slaying knives......

There are thousands of kinds of them, and his eyes are dazzled when he sees them.

However, the price is also ridiculously high, and it costs tens of thousands of yuan to look at it at a glance, not to mention the legendary sword-casting king's royal kitchen knife of Mo Ye.

Wang Yuan counted the banknotes in his pocket now, and there were less than 3,000 yuan, which was only enough to buy a handful of potatoes.

Wang Yuan walked around again, the tool yard area is quite large, there are not only cooking tools, but also stove utensils for frying, frying, cooking, etc., and even a small blacksmith shop.

In a corner, a thick layer of dust had fallen, Wang Yuan walked over, blew the dust, wiped it with his sleeve, and revealed a broken plaque, with four big characters written on it: Disposal area.

"And where is the best deal?" Wang Yuan hurriedly rummaged through it, and there were pots and pans in it, but there was no kitchen knife he wanted.

He stood up in disappointment, patted the dust on his body, and when he turned to leave, suddenly a light flashed in front of him, and a sharp edge glimpsed in the corners of his eyebrows.