At this time, Chen Feng, who was still wandering outside, asking and answering questions with the two guys in his mind, didn't know that Tian Dabao, who was lying on the bed in the dormitory, was already asleep, was changing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the last dream, the spiritual seed that Chen Feng gave to Tian Dabao seemed to have sprouted?

Tian Dabao, who was asleep, naturally didn't know his spiritual power, and was climbing all the way under the effect of spiritual seeds.

The only person who felt Tian Dabao's abnormality might be Bai Ze lying on the ground.

However, Bai Ze didn't feel any surprise, just like Tian Dabao's state at this time was a matter of course.

There is no other reason, as Bai Ze, who is also a person with spiritual ability, it is obvious that he has already experienced the ways and benefits of this kind of spiritual power improvement.

This time, Bai Ze not only got a spiritual seed, just like Tian Dabao, but also got an extra copy, which came from the black spiritual power on the body of the spiritual pupil.

The reason why he didn't follow Chen Feng to the club was precisely because he needed some time to fully absorb the harvest this time.

After a period of absorption, Bai Ze was overjoyed. Compared with the spirit seed, the spiritual power of the spirit pupil clone is more refined, and the effect on the improvement of his own spiritual power is much more significant.

Bai Ze felt that he had made a lot of money on this mission! In the future, you must hug this thigh of the young master!

As for Tian Dabao?

At this time, in his dream, he was standing in front of the only shop with the light on in the middle of the night, stroking his gurgling belly.

"Why haven't I seen this shop before? No matter, I'm so hungry! Go inside and have a look. Tian Dabao muttered, pushed the door and walked in.

At the entrance of the store, there is a dark blue fabric curtain with the hem just hanging down to Tian Dabao's chest, and there are four big white characters written on it - Late Night Canteen.

Late-night cafeteria? Tian Dabao silently recited it in his heart, it seemed to be the name of a TV series, although he hadn't seen it, he had heard of it, and he knew a little bit about it.

Presumably, the owner of this store is a fan of that TV series.

Tian Dabao opened the curtain, and the scene in front of him made him firm in his guess.

The interior of the shop is Japanese-style, and the layout of the shop is somewhat similar to that of the shop in the TV series.

On the edge of three longboard tables surrounded by kitchen counters, a few diners sat scattered.

Tian Dabao found a place to sit down and asked the boss who was busy at the kitchen counter, "Can you order casually?" ”

The boss turned his head and smiled apologetically: "This guest, I'm sorry, no." ”

"Yes in the TV series." Tian Dabao asked, thinking to himself, aren't you a replica of the late-night cafeteria here? Why can't you just order?

A man who seemed to be a regular customer next to him answered: "A frog can become a prince on TV." ”

Tian Dabao had no choice but to laugh dryly, and then asked, "Boss, give me a menu." ”

Before the boss could speak, the regular customer next to him answered again: "First time, right?" ”

"Uh, yes, for the first time." Tian Dabao didn't understand what the situation was, and said casually: "I was passing by, and I happened to be very hungry, so I came in." ”

"No wonder ......" The regular customer who loved to answer the phone actually took the initiative to come over and sit next to Tian Dabao.

Is this man too enthusiastic? was taken the initiative by a strange man to sit next to him, Tian Dabao was a little uncomfortable.

The boss wanted to go back and say something, but when he saw that the regular customer had already sat down, he smiled and continued to prepare the ingredients.

"Let me tell you, this restaurant doesn't have a menu, what you can eat depends on the mood of the boss."

"Oh, that's right." Tian Dabao nodded to show that he understood, he knew that many private chefs were doing this now, and in the more popular words of the moment, this was a small bourgeoisie.

"But don't worry, the boss's craftsmanship is superb! No matter what you do, it's a delicious thing in the world. You won't regret it after eating. The regular customer said, shook his head, and motioned to Tian Dabao to look at the diners opposite, "A few over there, all of them came from afar." Look at the innermost one, who took a plane for more than seven hours, just to taste the owner's handiwork. ”

"So powerful? Even the diners are fighting so hard?! Tian Dabao suddenly became interested.

He set his sights on the diner who had been on the plane for more than seven hours.

The diner's eyes were full of anticipation and eagerness. To Tian Dabao, the person didn't feel like he was coming to eat, but like he was coming to make a pilgrimage.

"Of course! Do you think I'm telling a lie? Let me tell you, you are lucky today, the boss not only cooks according to his mood, but also opens a store according to his mood. I waited three days for the boss to open the door. ”

Seeing that the regular customer was like a river, with a look of excitement, Tian Dabao really wanted to ask him, is it possible to give a discount to the boss's fart in person? Helping to sell so hard, are you the boss's agent?

But then again, opening a store depends on the mood, and what dishes you cook depends on the mood, and this boss is not an ordinary cow, not an ordinary mouth.

I just don't know if the boss's craftsmanship is really as delicious as this regular customer said.

Tian Dabao is really looking forward to it.

What the boss is cooking now is a pork rib rice.

He chopped the prepared ribs into small pieces with a knife, and each piece was kept at about four centimeters of ribs, and was neatly stacked aside.

On the stove, the water in the pot was already boiling, and the boss slowly put the chopped ribs in.

As the water splashed in the pot, the blood slowly blanched out of the ribs.

After a while, the boss fished out the ribs again, used another pot of water, washed away the foam on the ribs, and set it aside to drain for later use.

Changing the hot oil, a piece of ginger was pressed on the cutting board by the boss, and the kitchen knife in his right hand flew up and fell, making a rhythmic thump sound.

The ginger slices stir-fried until fragrant, threw the ribs into the pot, flipped them twice, and the boss began to gradually add various seasonings.

Among those seasonings, Tian Dabao only recognized salt and soy sauce, and he didn't know what the others were called.

After all, he is a foodie who can only eat, not cook.

With the boss's stir-frying, a rich aroma of meat wafted in, Tian Dabao sniffed it with his nose, it was so fragrant!

After the boss finished stir-frying, he carried the wok and turned directly to the other stove.

Here, two casseroles are boiling over a simmer.

The boss held the wok with one hand and quickly lifted the lid of one of the casseroles with the other.

The hand holding the wok, tilted slightly, and the copied pork ribs and soup were poured over the stuffy rice in the casserole.

The soup splashes on the corners of the casserole, evaporating quickly and making a sizzling sound.

The boss covered the casserole again, adjusted the heat of the stove, raised his head, and looked at Tian Dabao in front of him.