30 conspiracy

I don't know when the lights are on. The whole city shines brightly.

The blueshirt walked back with the packed food. There was no one on the road, and he wore a hood and was not afraid of being recognized.

I talked to the male god today, and I can have a happy supper. That little cat food in the restaurant isn't good enough at all? The comprehensive development of artists is not considered at all.

Although it is the development of all-round artists, the way to treat artists is basically the usual way. For example, when eating, the body is the king, and many people are not satisfied with nutritious meals.

But there is no way, there are so many people, if you are hungry, you can solve it yourself. But the food outside is either oily or not nutritious, and many people will not eat when they are hungry.

"Lan Lan, you eat so much, aren't you afraid of getting fat?" The cameraman followed him all the time, standing far away in crowded places. Wait until post-production to track the shooting.

Even from a distance, he can see what the other party has bought!

Two braised pig's trotters, a bowl of wonton noodles, and then I went elsewhere and bought a grilled cold noodle ...... Didn't you eat dinner? Is it really good to eat so much as an artist?

The blue shirt shook his head nonchalantly, the white plastic bag was not hygienic at all, the hot food contained in it had already baked the bag soft, but the aroma of the food was still undiminished.

The braised pig's trotters in that store are fragrant for ten miles, and the ruddy meat skin looks soft and glutinous, that is, a clip, and the broth slowly flows out with golden oil flowers, and the visual impact is one to one.

The wonton noodle shop is also a small storefront, with only eight small red tables but it is already full, and then the aroma of soup stock lingers throughout the shop, and he can hear the sound of his own saliva. When I checked it on the Internet, I heard that the soup stock of this house is absolutely amazing, and then the stuffing of wonton is all secret.

Because he's packed. The white chubby wonton in the clear plastic box rises and falls, and the smooth noodles float in it. The milky white broth is combined with tender green shallots and coriander.

As for the grilled cold noodles, the roadside stalls are too fragrant, and the aroma of tomato juice poured on the iron plate makes the whole soul of the blue shirt shout. He still wants to buy something else, first, he really can't eat it, and secondly, he can't take it, and the cameraman obviously doesn't look like he can help.

The food he bought had a lot of aromas, and when he entered the house, he clearly heard the sound of Dong Wei swallowing saliva.

Hmph, my brother will eat in front of you~

The blue shirt opened the bag with his physique of not eating fat. Three intense aromas filled the room in an instant. It is neither conflicting nor mutually reinforcing. Instantly overflowed the room, and Dong Wei received a blow to his heart, because he was still looking at the delicious appearance of the food.

The blue shirt was full of interest, although the pig's trotters had cooled down a little after walking for so long, and the flesh skin began to be sticky, but it still couldn't change the fact that it was delicious.

Honestly, he could eat five of such soft and delicious food.

Go back and let Mr. Dou study it, Mr. Dou who has been blessed by the kitchen god will definitely make it more delicious.

While dividing the meat into pieces, it is easy to eat. While thinking about the perfect person in the family. Life is so much better.

Don't say that the kind of food that feels like the food is missing some of the temptation ♂ without anyone to accompany him, for Foodie Lan, he can imagine that this is made for him by Mr. Dou! How about doubling the deliciousness?

"Blue, Brother Lan." Dong Wei suddenly spoke.

The blue shirt reflexively wanted to protect his food, blinking, this kid was a little attentive to himself since yesterday, and today he not only nodded and said hello, but also ran over to shush and ask for warmth.

Is it a new means?

Dong Wei was almost amused by the way he protected food. It's like a meow that protects its own little dried fish, staring at the invader with round eyes and exploding hair.

"I don't mean anything else, it's just that I eat a lot at night, will tomorrow's physical class be ......?"

Oh slot, forget about the witch.

The blue shirt gritted his teeth, and finally gave Dong Wei the roasted cold noodles under his wing. "Do you want to eat?"

"Give, give me?" He just saw that this man was protecting food more than his life, and he would actually give him food?

"There's onions in it, and that old virgin hates the smell of onions after eating." He doesn't care. I didn't bother to retouch the reason why I gave Dong Wei food. But that old woman is also super fond of eating half-cooked onions! Very sweet.

I couldn't tell if it was loss or what, Dong Wei took the greasy food and looked at it for a long time, but decided to eat it. Why on earth is he so obedient?

Blueshirt looked at the radio he had perfectly avoided and continued to snort and eat his pig's trotters and wonton noodles. Because both are best eaten hot, simply grab the pig's trotters with chopsticks in one hand and the other hand.

Such a rude meal actually has a feeling of returning to the basics in him, a little elegant, and a little wild. Obviously, there are the most ordinary foods in front of him, and there are plastic bags everywhere, but this person tastes like Australian lobster and steak. Knives and forks are in your hands and savored them.

If Mr. Dou was here, he would definitely be amused in his heart. This guy just likes to look badly.

The staff in front of the screen were all red-eyed. They only ate a boxed lunch, okay?

And I don't know who offended the logistics department, today it's all cauliflower fried broccoli and rice! I couldn't even see a single oil flower, and I was crying.

Then I don't know who said, "Look, the blue shirt has come to see it." ”

As if it was the first time he discovered the camera, the blue shirt looked around and said to Dong Wei: "Isn't this thing turned on when we sleep?" ”

Dong Wei tilted his head and thought about it, indicating that he didn't know, he knew that there were cameras in the room, and there were two in one room, and he didn't know if he couldn't open it at night.

The blue shirt snorted, and the bad eye shook the essence of the pig's trotters in front of the camera and then bit it in his mouth.

"Hmm~ good times!"

You don't need to say this sentence, we can see it just by looking at the expression! That's too bad, this man!

"Whoever follows the blue shirt today will immediately take someone to buy pig's trotters!"

The person above said coldly, and the crowd in front of the monitor cheered. They've been thinking about that pig's trotter for a long, long, long time,

The fat photographer who followed the blue shirt ran over sweating and looked embarrassed: "That one has been sold out, and there are only a few left when the blue shirt is bought, and it is wrapped up by a person in the back." ”

Wailing all over the wilderness.

……

The blue shirt didn't care how much of a sensation he caused, but he had to finish his meal even if he was kneeling.

The last bite of meat enters the mouth, and the aroma of the meat overflows. I sipped my fingers and felt like I wanted to lick even the plastic bag. Fortunately, he still remembered his identity and endured the pain (?). Throw the plastic bag in the trash.

Today's rice is so delicious, do you want to try the braised duck neck next door tomorrow? Oh, his braised vegetables are also delicious. And then there is a small noodle that says it is also very good.

Today wasn't over yet, and Blue Shirt was already thinking about what he was going to eat tomorrow. _(:з"∠)_The world of foodies is so magical, even Mr. Dou doesn't know when he checked the food strategy.

Or has it already been found?

After washing and lying on the bed, Dong Wei automatically turned off the light. The blue shirt sighed, and wanted to sleep when he was full. But the premise is to send a text message to Mr. Dou.

[Meng Sansan: Mr. Dou, I ate such delicious braised pig's trotters, and the wonton noodles almost swallowed my tongue. ]

Dou Mingzhi's mobile phone, who was dealing with business, shook, and immediately shifted his eyes to the phone, the name of "Meng Sansan" had already occupied all his attention! Serious business? The main thing is to text back to the blue shirt.

[Gao Leng Dou: Just ate these two?] Is it a bad appetite? ]

I can usually eat two large bowls of rice!

The blue shirt here really wants to kneel, what bad impression did he leave on Mr. Dou? I ate two pig's trotters, and the noodles were also in a big bowl, and I suddenly couldn't bear to say it.

[Meng Sansan: Go back and make it for me, I think it's better at home.] ]

That sentence at home pleased Mr. Dou, and the light in the study seemed to be brighter because of the smile on the corner of Mr. Dou's mouth.

[Gao Lengdou: Okay, I'll make you whatever you want to eat.] Go to bed early. ]

The baby still wants to talk to you a few more words, the mind of people in love is hard to guess, but the blue shirt still told the other party not to work too late before starting the good night.

As soon as Dong Wei turned over slightly, he could see the faint light of the mobile phone on the bed opposite.

Who is he talking to? What did you talk about? These concerns make my heart feel like grass grows. Now the onion taste in my mouth is as twisted and sad as my heart.

When did he care so much about the blue shirt?! Shouldn't this man be his enemy?

Dong Wei was taken aback. Biting his nails in the bed, his eyes widening. But there was nothing to be done.

……

The two people in the room stayed up all night.

This room is not soundproofed and naturally smelled.

Ever since the blue shirt came in, they had already smelled it. The two people who were forced to diet by the agent had empty stomach bags at this time, and they only had nutritious meals with the characteristics of the canteen, but this was useless, and that little bit of poor food had already been digested, and they didn't even give a chance to reminisce.

"This is definitely a blueshirt conspiracy!" Wu Yutao inhaled vigorously, as if he would feel better this way.

Lin Yueran's disdainful expression on his face in the dark was not hidden at all, but he was also hungry. "Yes, we are too hungry today and naturally have no energy tomorrow, and his goal will be achieved."

Wu Yutao gritted his teeth.

The fragrance in the air still can't be dispersed, even if it's already eaten outside, and it still can't be dispersed when I think about it. The two of them clutched their rumbling bellies, and neither had time to laugh at anyone.

Ah, the conspiracy, who knows.

Anyway, the culprit outside is already asleep beautifully. Still smiling, he didn't care how the three people in the room were tossing around this night.