In the evening, the cold wind was blowing in the streets, and everyone who walked on the streets covered their mouths and noses with masks, raised their collars high, and hurried to and fro against the cold wind.

In the restaurant, the hot soup entered his throat, Wang Zhenjiang first felt his mouth numb, and then a stream of heat slid all the way down the esophagus to the stomach, and then, a sudden heat rose in the stomach, as if he suddenly occupied a small stove in the winter, and the stove was still shining in his body!

With a rough man like Wang Zhenjiang, he will be shocked for a while.

While his mouth was spicy and numb, he couldn't help but bring the soup to his mouth again and drink it one bite after another; In addition to the refreshing soup, the ingredients in the soup are also cooked just right, konjac and white radish are crispy and sour and spicy, fungus and kelp are smooth and smooth, and the rest of the meat is not known how to cook.

Unconsciously, Wang Zhenjiang had a great appetite and had already eaten half a bowl of hot and sour soup.

It was at this time that another person walked into the small restaurant.

It was a middle-aged woman, wearing a large knee-length dark red down jacket and long hair in a bun at the back of her head.

It was as if she had come looking for someone, and the first step in entering the store was not to look at the owner or the menu in the restaurant, but at the only customer sitting by the wall.

At this time, Wang Zhenjiang also raised his head from the bowl and saw the woman as well.

As soon as the two saw each other, Wang Zhenjiang's face changed suddenly, and a circle of fine sweat broke out on his forehead, and he didn't know whether it was because of the hot and sour soup or because the person in front of him was in a hurry.

The next moment, he put down the bowl in his wrist, rubbed his hands together and said, "...... Wife, why are you here? ”

The woman stood at the door, with no expression on her face: "I see that you don't go home to eat every day, and I thought you had found another place to eat." ”

Wang Zhenjiang was greatly embarrassed, and scolded while looking at Yi Baitang: "Where do you want to go, what is this!" Am I not sitting here properly? I haven't had much appetite for the food at home lately, so I just came out to improve it......"

The woman turned a deaf ear and continued: "Today I went to your work unit to look for you, and the leader of your company met me and said something......

Wang Zhenjiang's face changed.

The woman rushed forward in a few steps at this time, slapped Wang Zhenjiang with her hand without a head and no brain, and scolded while beating: "Isn't it possible to be fired, haven't you been fired when you were young?" How long have you been doing this job? It's a big deal, let's set up a small stall in the future and go early, why can't we support ourselves now? Do you know that you go out early and return late every day, I thought you were going to bring a vixen back, I sue you, you dare to do this, the old lady tore you and the goblin alive! ”

His wife's messy sentences jumped out one after another like bullets from a machine gun, Wang Zhenjiang was embarrassed and annoyed at first, but as he said more and more, the things that were covered up were exposed one by one, and his demeanor gradually changed, and at the end, he heard his wife's voice slightly hoarse, saying:

"I've wondered if you have a terminal illness......

"What are you thinking," Wang Zhenjiang was also uncomfortable, "Women love to think nonsense, drink hot soup, don't talk about anything else, I've eaten enough in the past two days, and I'll go home for dinner tomorrow." ”

As he spoke, he pushed half a bowl of hot and sour soup in his hand towards his wife, and then turned his head to Yi Baitang, who had been standing behind the bar, and said:

"Boss, let's fry two dishes, serve two more bowls of rice, my wife and I will eat here."

From the moment the middle-aged woman walked in, the glass door that was open in the small restaurant was not closed.

The cold wind whistled inside, sweeping the heat of the room and the hot and sour soup outside.

Yi Baitang didn't care about the affairs between husband and wife, and he didn't have time to go out and close the door, so now he could only take a step back, slightly shrink his neck into his collar to resist the cold wind, and said coldly: "I don't stir-fry today, only rice." ”

Wang Zhenjiang: "......" this boss is awesome.

Fortunately, he had just untied the knot, and this was another place where he had eaten for a week, and he didn't want to make any unpleasant trouble, so he said: "Then serve a bowl of rice first, and then have more of this hot and sour soup." ”

Yi Baitang said "um", just about to act, there were already new guests into the glass door, it turned out that the noisy scolding between the husband and wife in the small restaurant just now unconsciously attracted the attention of the people around, and it was at this time that the smell of hot and sour soup was swept out of the room by the cold wind, and the fragrance filled half of the alley.

"Boss, bring me a bowl of soup too."

"I'll have a bowl too!"

"I'll do it too!"

While speaking, three or five guests entered the small restaurant in a row, and suddenly the small shop was crowded, one person and one sentence, gossiping, so that Yi Baitang didn't know who to listen to.

Yi Baitang was confused.

At this time, Wang Zhenjiang couldn't see it, and squeezed forward to make trouble: "Boss, boss, we are old acquaintances, you can serve me another soup first, and then talk about rice or something!" ”

The rest of the guests: "Boss, I'm the first to come in, what are you rubbing?" Hurry up! ”

Yi Baitang: "......"

He can't handle so many people and problems with four hands and three mouths!

At the critical moment, Yi Baitang was in a hurry and replied wittily:

"Our store is self-service, a bowl of hot and sour soup costs five yuan, and a bowl of rice costs one dollar. The dishes and chopsticks are there, and you can do whatever you want. ”

After that, he didn't even care about the most critical issue of collecting money, and turned around and left the shop coldly.

The rest of the guests: "......" This boss is really awesome!

But anyway, the food is in the pot, whether there is anyone to collect money has never been a problem, everyone is automatically conscious this time, a queue up to fight soup and rice, halfway is inevitably mixed with "bastard, you occupy my place", "Damn, I came first", "Don't make trouble, do you plan to plug in between me and my girlfriend to make a light bulb" such innocuous episodes, in general, every guest who made soup and rice and found a seat did not delay for a moment, buried his head in the fragrance of the room, and drank a sip of hot soup first, I felt a small flame jump up from my stomach, and then mixed the rice into the soup, and took a bite of it, the rice was full, the juice was rich, and the price was very cheap, happy o(* ̄▽ ̄*)o, until a roar suddenly sounded in the restaurant:

"What are you kidding, there are only a few people, and there is no rice in the pot?!"

Can a restaurant without food still be called a restaurant? What about its dignity and glory as a hotel?!

In the hotel, the guests who were still queuing fried the pot, but the boss had long disappeared.

Outside the hotel, after Yi Baitang left the hotel, he didn't take two steps to see Shang Huaiyan who had left before behind the hotel, he was about to step forward, when he suddenly heard the sound of a conversation in front of him, and then looked closely, only to find that there was a person standing next to Shang Huaiyan.

The voice was drifting intermittently from the front, and the person standing next to Shang Huaiyan said:

"Mr. Shang, you haven't finished reading today's contract, if you don't sign this million-profit contract, it will be yellow......"

Shang Huaiyan said something about it, and there was a sizzling gasp in his speech.

Yi Baitang didn't want to listen to the foot of the wall, and was about to avoid it, when the voice in front of him came over again.

The other party said: "Mr. Shang, since you have a bad stomach, don't keep eating sour and spicy food, otherwise it won't hurt you?" ”

Yi Baitang was shocked: What, a good tongue and a bad stomach?!

Before he could digest the bad news, Shang Huaiyan in front of him had probably taken medicine, became a little more comfortable, and his voice was a little louder:

"The peony flower dies, and it is also romantic to be a ghost."

The other party was not angry: "I only know that love is precious, and life is more valuable." ”

Shang Huaiyan: "Hehe-" The tone was full of the condescending superiority and comfort of adult men to minors.

Yi Baitang continued to be surprised: Does the peony flower mean-

The other party said: "Since there are peony flowers in it, what are you doing here blowing cold wind?" ”

Shang Huaiyan's tone suddenly became a little complicated: "Hehe." ”

Yi Baitang was shocked for the third time: The good tongue tasted the hot and sour soup for an afternoon, and he had stomach problems, so he probably ...... Angry?

Yi Baitang: I got too much information from listening to the wall, and I need some time to digest it.

Yi Baitang stood in the corner and thought for a long time, and he didn't even notice that the conversation in front of him had quieted down, and then, in the night, the man standing in front of him walked over slowly, and then was stunned:

"Why are you here?"

Yi Baitang's train of thought was interrupted.

He raised his head and just saw Shang Huaiyan standing in front of him.

…… Listen to the foot of the wall has been discovered!

Yi Baitang's heart was suddenly a little embarrassed and flustered, but on the surface, he was still very calm and indifferent: "It's too noisy inside, come here slowly." ”

"Hmm—a lot of guests?" Shang Huaiyan asked, he quietly studied Yi Baitang's expression, trying to figure out whether the other party heard what he had just said to his assistant.

"There are a lot of people." Yi Baitang's answer was simpler.

"That's good." Shang Huaiyan also said.

After speaking, the two were relatively silent.

The night was dark, Yi Baitang's expression was very cold, Shang Huaiyan didn't see what the other party was thinking in the end, and then he saw the other party speak:

"Almost, let's go back."

"Good ......"

Hey?

"Shall we go back"?

Huh?

When the two of them turned out of the corner again and returned to a restaurant, the people in the restaurant were almost scattered, and in the two cauldrons next to the bar, the rice pots had been wiped out, and the hot and sour soup was almost at the bottom.

It took two whole months to open the restaurant, and this was the first time that Yi Baitang finished cooking food and was eaten by the guests without entering the stomachs of wild cats and dogs.

In an instant, he was inexplicably moved, and he listened to the last guest to say:

“…… Thank you to the owner. ”

Yi Baitang turned his head and saw that among the last few remaining guests, Wang Zhenjiang and his wife were already standing in front of him.

The middle-aged man with a frosty face smiled at Yi Baitang: "I like this bowl of soup very much, it is the best soup I have drunk in a week here." ”

No, the best tasting is the duck soup you didn't drink yesterday.

Shang Huaiyan, who was standing beside Yi Baitang, silently retorted.

Yi Baitang: "...... You're welcome. He pondered, "I didn't do it for you, I put so much effort into proving my cooking skills." ”

Wang Zhenjiang was completely unimpressed: "Yes, yes, the boss said yes." ”

He laughed, and his wife laughed too, and one or two of his guests laughed as well.

Yi Baitang was inexplicable.

The smiling guests said, "Okay, let's go too, don't bother the little boss." ”

"The little boss came out to open a store, and his heart was a little too big, and he dared to run away without leaving anyone in the store to collect money?"

"This time we helped you collect the money, the accounts are all recorded over there, the little boss doesn't want to collect money by himself in the future, remember to hire someone to collect the cashier, don't be afraid of not enough space, I see that the business is so good, sooner or later I will have to change to a new place-"

While speaking, the group of people had already left the hotel in twos and threes.

However, in a blink of an eye, only Yi Baitang and Shang Huaiyan were left in the lively restaurant just now.

Yi Baitang glanced at the cauldron that had been emptied and the dishes and chopsticks that had been put into the storage box, as well as the records and money that had been placed next to the cash register, and suddenly, not only his heart moved, but even the rich shadow above his heart also moved, although it was not dispelled instantly by the sun, but he felt a little rain and dew.

He then turned to Shang Huaiyan, and after a short silence, said sternly:

"Let's have dinner."

"......" Looking at Yi Baitang who was so strict, Shang Huaiyan didn't have the courage to refuse.

He did some psychological construction, and was already ready to drink the leftovers in the straight pot, and saw that Yi Baitang simply turned around and went into the kitchen after saying that.

Shang Huaiyan hurriedly followed.

In the kitchen, the open flames are all out, but the plugged steamer is still on, and in the steamer-

Shang Huaiyan opened it and found that a small cup of hot and sour soup was placed inside.

Intuitively, he concluded that this was the part that Yi Baitang deliberately left behind.

A little relieved, it turns out that I can also eat alone?

As soon as he reached out and picked up the soup of this little Gu, a hand was inserted from the oblique thorn and took this little Gu away.

Shang Huaiyan: "? ”

Yi Baitang had an indifferent face, changed his left hand to his right hand after taking away the soup Gu, put the hot and sour soup next to him, and decided to make dinner for himself and Shang Huaiyan.

He glanced around the kitchen, and after a moment, settled on a leftover from last night—alright, it's up to you!

Yi Baitang decided to eat a very traditional egg fried rice tonight.

He took out a piece of ginger, grinded it into slag for later use, and then put the ginger dregs and rice into the pot and stir-fried, and waited until the rice condensed into a ball was scattered and jumped in the pan, and then the egg white was beaten in, and the egg white and the egg yolk were separated in the stir-frying, and the egg white liquid wrapped a part of the rice grains, and the egg yolk liquid wrapped the other part of the rice grains.

By the way, I made a white radish and tofu soup, fried a plate of green vegetables, and when all the rice, vegetables, and soup were ready one by one, it didn't seem to be long before Yi Baitang entered the kitchen.

Shang Huaiyan felt that in the blink of an eye, everything was ready, and they came to the small restaurant again, sitting opposite each other across the bar.

But at this time, the people around them were empty, and the two of them were left looking at each other, with a plate of gold and silver fried rice in the middle.

This is the first time Shang Huaiyan has watched Yi Baitang make such a normal dish, and he was a little flattered for a while, so he couldn't help but like it, and asked the other party what he should want to talk about:

"What recipe did you use at the end of that bowl of hot and sour soup?"

"Add a spoonful of mustard powder." Yi Baitang replied calmly.

Shang Huai Yanguang just thought about it, and he felt a twitch in his stomach, and he couldn't simulate that kind of taste.

At this time, Yi Baitang didn't know if he had seen through Shang Huaiyan's heart, so he suddenly raised his eyes and said as a matter of course: "You should stay, stay and watch me make the final product." ”

Shang Huaiyan: "......" is so natural......

Yi Baitang: "In this way, your efforts in the afternoon have not been in vain." ”

Shang Huaiyan: "......" seems to make sense.

Yi Baitang: "Only when I really practice the results, can your value be reflected." ”

Shang Huaiyan: "......" was speechless.

Yi Baitang finally said slowly: "Don't leave halfway next time, it's worthless." ”

Shang Huaiyan: "...... It's that I'm not thinking about it enough. He surrendered, who made the beauty have this charm, he smiled, "I'll tell you before I leave next time." ”

Yi Baitang looked at Shang Huaiyan for a long time, and nodded reluctantly, which can be regarded as agreeing with Shang Huaiyan's statement.

Then he calmly said, "Let's eat." ”

Shang Huaiyan: "Okay." ”

As he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks and planned to eat a bite of fried rice that seemed to whet his appetite, but before he could do it, Yi Baitang didn't raise his head and didn't move, and stuffed a spoon into Shang Huaiyan's hand.

Shang Huaiyan: "? ”

Yi Baitang pushed the soup bowl to the middle again.

Shang Huaiyan: "??? ”

Yi Baitang: "Drink soup before eating." After a pause, he added very strictly, "This is the way to maintain health." ”

This style of painting changed in a second, and I didn't even recognize it!

Shang Huaiyan choked on his own saliva, and quickly turned his head to cover his mouth and coughed.

He coughed so hard that his shoulders shook his entire back.

Yi Baitang looked at it for a moment, raised his hand, and patted Shang Huaiyan's back.

Through his clothes, he could feel the protruding spine of the other party leaving a shallow mark on his palm.

So skinny.

Maybe light.

Yi Baitang suddenly felt a little melancholy, and only then did he really feel:

It turns out that the stomach of a good tongue is really bad, so in the future, sour and spicy food, and dishes that release the soul, can't I let a good tongue help me taste it......?

Can you only make this kind of ginger fried rice with ginger sauce that warms the stomach but is very ordinary for a good tongue?

While Yi Baitang was pondering, Shang Huaiyan finally restrained his cough.

He took a deep breath and slowly straightened up: "I choked on ...... just now"

Yi Baitang: "Hmm. ”

His gaze moved back and forth between Shang Huaiyan and the bowl of soup.

Shang Huaiyan obediently drank half a bowl of soup first.

Yi Baitang was satisfied, stopped talking, and the two officially began to eat the belated dinner.

There was another gust of wind outside the glass door, and the wind was mixed with a little white.

Suddenly, it snowed.

The snow outside the door, the people inside the door.

Shang Huaiyan looked at Yi Baitang with a faint expression, eating light food in his mouth, and actually tasted a little bit of the taste of quiet years and stability in the present world.

But it seems to ...... I was still angry when I left, right?

Could it be that food and beauty can really heal a qiē?

Shang Huaiyan was in a complicated mood and was very emotional.

But Yi Baitang was not so complicated at all, he silently took out a mysterious small book in his mind, opened one of the pages, added the character card of Shang Huaiyan to it, and brainstormed on this character card.

Main proposition 1: Solve the problem of Shang Huaiyan!

Sub-proposition 1: Shang Huaiyan's appetite problem, a good appetite for a good tongue~

Sub-proposition 2: Shang Huaiyan's sexual orientation, how to be a qualified good friend~

After determining these two goals, Yi Baitang's whole spirit was lifted, as if he had suddenly found the motivation to move forward!

Become good friends with a good tongue and conquer the Great Demon King and the culinary ocean with a good tongue!

That's right, that's my purpose in life!