Qin Mo picked up a pair of silver chopsticks, filled a bowl of rice with an imitation blue and white porcelain bowl, put it into the tray with garlic and oil and wheat vegetables, held the tray, and made two steps towards the table in three steps. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as he sat down, Qin Mo didn't bother to bring the food out of the tray, so he couldn't wait to take out his chopsticks and put the emerald green oil and wheat vegetables in his mouth.

With a light bite, his spirit was lifted, Qin Mo's eyes stared at the boss for half a second, and there was a feeling that the ultimate delicacy in the world suddenly burst in his mouth, and every cell of his taste buds jumped.

"Is this really just an ordinary plate of garlic and oily lettuce...... This feeling is so refreshing. ”

Can't help but take a bite.

Not oily, not greasy. Not only is there no unique bitter taste of the wheat cabbage itself, but it is also very crisp and delicious, the sweet taste of the wheat cabbage is mixed with the taste of garlic, sweet, refreshing, crunchy, as long as one bite, the mouth is fragrant, giving people an unprecedented taste experience, Qin Mo has a feeling of being sent to the clouds.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the white rice in front of him.

The pieces are crystal clear, the rice grains are full, and the aroma is tangy, if the real Thai fragrant rice is the best, then this bowl of rice in Qin Mo's bowl is the best of the best.

Compared with the two, one is the rice in ordinary restaurants, and the other is the special rice for VIPs in five-star hotels, which is not of the same grade at all.

Carefully send a bite to his mouth, chew slowly, the unique aroma of rice spreads to the whole body with the taste buds, and every cell in the body seems to jump, so that he can't extricate himself to eat another bite.

And at this moment, it seems that there is an invisible thing in his stomach that controls him, so that he can quickly eat all this bowl of rice in one go.

"Whoa, whoa." There was nothing else in the room except for the sound of Qin Mo constantly picking up food, a plate of dishes, a bowl of rice, and it was swept away by Qin Mo in less than five minutes.

He picked up the bowl and plate and shook it, shaking, completely unable to accept that the meal he had just eaten had been eaten by him, and muttered, "No, is this gone, why so little?" ”

"No, I'm going to eat another plate."

"I'm sorry, master, you can't eat, there is a limit of one per person per meal."

Qin Mo was so angry that he wanted to beat people, and he wanted to cry without tears: "Such a delicious thing, you only let people eat one portion?" ”

"Forget it, I don't care about anyone else, I haven't eaten enough myself, I'm the owner of the shop, can you let me eat more?"

"No, that's the rule."

"Okay, count you ruthless."

Qin Mo walked into the kitchen stupidly, and casually threw the used plate into a box made of black marble, and after a while, the plate automatically slid from the bottom of the box to the iron shelf, which also saved Qin Mo from arranging the plates.

Ah, there is such a high-tech dishwasher, not bad.

Glancing at the iron pot that had already become clean again, Qin Mo smashed his mouth, still savoring the aftertaste of garlic and wheat vegetables in his heart, and stepped on the stairs to the attic.

There is a small attic in the shop, which has always been Qin Mo's nest.

"Knock knock" went up the stairs.

There is a small shoe rack half a meter wide at the door, there are three layers, the bottom layer is empty, and the second layer is placed two pairs of sneakers and a pair of leather shoes, and the upper of the leather shoes has cracked the opening, but it has not been thrown away.

There was only a pair of slippers on the top layer, Qin Mo casually put the slippers on the ground, took off the shoes on his feet and put them in.

Walk into the house. There was a small wardrobe at the door, and the door was closed, so you couldn't see what was inside.

In front of the cabinet door was a high rectangular stool, on which were placed several books, the top one was Mark Twain's "Asceticism", and the cover of the book was piled up with some dust, which I had not read for a long time.

A one-meter-five-wide bed lay quietly in the center of the room, occupying most of the room, the bed was messy with clothes, and the sheets were wrinkled, as if they hadn't been washed for a long time.

Qin Mo walked to the only small window in the house, pulled the curtains shut, walked to a small bathroom in the house, and rinsed it without closing the door.

A faint scent of lavender shower gel came from the bathroom, sweeping away the dull smell of the room.

After a while, Qin Mo walked out of the bathroom shirtless, with wet hair, the towel in his hand kept wiping his hair, and he picked up the mobile phone he had just thrown on the bed, and found that it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, hooked his lips and smiled, regardless of whether his hair was dry or not, he lay directly on the bed.

"It's going to open tomorrow, I'm looking forward to it." Just thinking about it, Qin Mo seemed to see a large amount of banknotes entering his pocket.

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The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone through the glass window through the curtain cracks, Qin Mo rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes, took the mobile phone next to the pillow and looked at it, it was past ten o'clock. He stretched and sat up from the bed in good spirits, full of fighting spirit.

Slowly got up from the bed, and after washing, he went downstairs with a "knock knock", opened the glass door, and the roller shutter door automatically went up.

This is a sensor roller shutter specially installed for him by Xiao Zhi, Qin Mo wants it to open, it opens automatically, wants it to close, it closes automatically, completely brain controlled.

This is the most satisfying thing that Xiao Zhi has done, the previous roller shutter, every time the iron filings fell all over his body, he had already wanted to change it.

As soon as the door opened, a pungent fragrance came in from outside, and Qin Mo didn't need to look to know that it was from Chen Laohan's breakfast shop next door.

Chen Laohan has opened a breakfast shop here for more than six years, and his business is okay, but compared with Shao Jiayu's flower shop, it is still a big difference.

There weren't many people who came to buy breakfast, and when they saw Qin Mo walking out, everyone was stunned at first, and then their eyes looked at the signboard above Qin Mo's head.

"Gold Medal Food."

A man with gold-rimmed glasses whispered, and then looked at Qin Mo who was looking at Qin Mo faintly in front of him as if he was looking at a monster.

Lincheng is a food city with a large population and developed industries, the most prominent of which is food, and a grand food festival is held every year to attract foodies and food juries from all over the country.

Every other year, a grand international food festival will be held, and many foreign gourmets will come to Lincheng, so opening a small restaurant in Lincheng must have excellent skills.

If you pay attention, you will find that no matter what Lin Cheng is in the streets and alleys, as long as it is related to the food, those masters are middle-aged men who are over thirty-five years old, and a twenty-four-year-old hairy boy like Qin Mo is like a bone in an egg - no.

Not to mention daring to use the word "gold medal" as a signboard.

Those who dare to say that they are gold medal chefs are all chefs in five-star hotels, and their skills are from elementary school to adulthood, and their skills have been practiced at home. If the average chef doesn't have decades of experience, who dares to mention these two words, he still dares to use these two words openly, and he doesn't blame others for seeing him like this.

"Hmph, I really don't know how thick the sky is." An obese middle-aged woman next to her snorted coldly, she already had a little money at home, and she was a senior foodie, seeing that the hairy boy was so arrogant, her eyes were full of contempt, and she deliberately stretched out her head to look at Qin Mo's store.

I don't know if I don't know this, I was startled when I saw it, and I didn't turn my head sideways, so I reached out and pulled a woman next to me, and her eyes glared at the old avenue: "Xiuzhi, look, look at it, his price list ......"

As soon as she shouted, the people who were standing and buying breakfast all looked their heads towards Qin Mo's store, and saw a very eye-catching price list with white characters on a black background hanging on the opposite wall, and the font was in small letters.

"One meal for one person: one side dish + rice, 399 yuan."

"Meal for two: two side dishes + rice, 699 yuan."

"Meals for three: three side dishes + rice, 899 yuan."

"Meals for four: four side dishes + rice, 1099 yuan."

"Our restaurant only provides one meal per person per meal, rice cannot be added, only stir-fried dishes are provided, the dishes are arranged by the chef, and customers are not allowed to order."

The woman named Xiuzhi read all the contents of the entire price list in one go, turned her head mechanically and glanced at Qin Mo, who was standing there indifferently, absorbing the fresh air, and said secretly:

"This boss is stupid in business, it's a pity that he has such a good look, a green vegetable and a bowl of rice, he wants 399, why doesn't he just grab it."