The next morning, the rooster's crow sounded, the rooster's voice was like an alarm clock, as soon as the sound crowed, Pan Jinlian instinctively woke up, which has been a habit developed for many years.

Pan Jinlian once heard Wu Dalang mention this situation, and he said that it is called subconscious conditioning.

Conditioned reflex is conditioned reflex, anyway, Da Lang is always right.

After Pan Jinlian woke up, she turned over slightly, she was still held tightly by Da Lang.

Pan Jinlian called softly: "Da Lang, it's time for you to get up." ”

Wu Dalang's vague and slightly desperate voice rang out: "Is it time so soon?" ”

After Wu Dalang finished speaking, he fell asleep again, and it was like a dream just now.

For Da Lang, who can't wake up like a child, Pan Jinlian is not angry, but thinks it's funny, she reaches out and picks up her hair to scratch Wu Dalang's nose.

Wu Dalang sighed a few times, and finally yawned, and after this yawn was out, Wu Dalang also sobered up a lot.

Wu Dalang exhaled, looked at Pan Jinlian with some resentment and said, "Jinlian, you are getting more and more naughty. ”

Pan Jinlian squinted her eyes and said, "That was also spoiled by Da Lang." ”

"That's right, I'll carry this pot." Wu Dalang got up with difficulty as he spoke, and just half got up and fell on the bed again, Wu Dalang said weakly: "Jin Lian, I may have been sealed by the bed, and I can't get up anymore." ”

has been with Wu Dalang for so long, and Pan Jinlian can now understand these witticisms of Wu Dalang, such as "I carry this pot" and "sealed by the bed" just now, Wu Dalang often explains the meaning of these words to Pan Jinlian from time to time.

Of course, Pan Jinlian didn't know the reason, but she could feel that when she learned these so-called knowledge points given to her by Da Lang, Da Lang would be happy for a while, so Pan Jinlian also learned more seriously, and even used these to talk to Da Lang, which made Da Lang very happy, kissing and hugging her, oh, by the way, Da Lang has a special term for this, called kissing and hugging high.

Pan Jinlian couldn't help but be a little distracted, but Wu Dalang took the opportunity to fall asleep.

Pan Jinlian quickly came back to her senses, looked at Wu Dalang who was about to fall asleep a little helplessly, and then put her hand on Wu Dalang's back and said, "It's sealed by the bed, right?" Come, let me break the seal for you. ”

Pan Jinlian said and lifted Wu Dalang up with force.

Of course, Pan Jinlian's strength couldn't directly lift Wu Dalang up, and Wu Dalang got up by himself.

Wu Dalang looked at Pan Jinlian and gave a thumbs up: "This Taoist friend's cultivation is really unfathomable, even the seal that I can't break has been easily broken by you." ”

Pan Jinlian squinted her eyes and said, "Of course. Also, don't wait any longer, they'll all be up later, and your plan won't work out. ”

Wu Dalang got up helplessly, and said in pieces: "Life, even if you are in bed for a while, it is so difficult. ”

After Wu Dalang got dressed, he also came down quietly, and seeing that the people in the room didn't wake up, he immediately slipped into the kitchen.

Wu Dalang took out all the breakfast he had already bought. There weren't many of them, and there were only a dozen or so breakfasts each, which were certainly not for those customers, but for his plans.

After Wu Dalang took out the breakfast, in order to make them more sure that they made it themselves, and not conjured it out of thin air, he specially put them into the steamer one by one.

At this moment, Wu Dalang has become a hard-working Wu boss again.

Wu Dalang saw that the fire was almost burning, so he didn't care about it, and returned directly to the lobby.

Now it is not suitable to go back to sleep at this time, so Wu Dalang directly found a place to sit down.

When he had nothing to do, he also entered his own system space. He remembered that the things on the black market were almost refreshed now. It's time for another wave.

Wu Dalang entered the black market, and sure enough, there were only two days left in the black market to refresh it, and Wu Dalang didn't continue to wait, and directly refreshed it with anger. Anyway, he has been running a restaurant for several days, and his anger has already exceeded 100,000.

After refreshing, Wu Dalang glanced at it, a little speechless, it was actually three braised dishes.

Normal recipe: delicious braised tofu, common recipe: delicious braised eggplant, medium recipe: delicious braised pork ribs.

Although he is tired of eating egg fried rice and lean meat soup every day, Wu Dalang can't accept the three dishes at once, and there is nothing that looks good, it's just too much.

Wu Dalang is also rich and capricious now, and after buying the three recipes, he directly spent another 10,000 anger points to refresh it again.

Wu Dalang looked over, and this time he was finally a little satisfied.

Intermediate Changgao High Calcium Tablets, Medium Recipe: Delicious Braised Fish, Medium Recipe: Delicious Braised Lion Head.

Wu Dalang looked at these three things that were not bad before he stopped. After buying all three of these things, I went to the mall.

In the mall, I also bought several recipes directly.

After buying, Wu Dalang also got out of the system space, walked to the counter, took out the recipe that Wang Fugui returned to him from the drawer, and after using the recipes in the backpack, he opened the recipes, and those dishes really appeared in the recipes, which was very convenient.

When Wu Dalang was about to put the recipe into the drawer again, he suddenly remembered that he had learned how to make breakfast, and he could write this method into the recipe, so that he would not have to secretly take breakfast in the system when no one was around, and he could let Wang Fugui make it.

Wu Dalang thought of this, and directly picked up the brush on the counter, dipped it in some ink, and immediately began to write.

The handwriting on the recipe is also in Baijia calligraphy, so Wu Dalang doesn't feel any sense of disobedience when he writes it in his own calligraphy.

After writing, Wu Dalang found that the things he wrote automatically changed positions, and breakfast automatically ran to the front, followed by ordinary recipes, and then medium-grade recipes.

The corners of Wu Dalang's mouth twitched, and he even wondered if this cookbook had obsessive-compulsive disorder. You have to make it like this to be happy, isn't it?

When Wu Dalang opened the drawer and put the recipe in, the door of the restaurant also happened to open.

Wu Dalang knew that his employees were coming, and immediately put an expressionless paralyzed face on his face, and the three employees came in with a smile, and when they were about to enter the kitchen, they were instantly startled when they saw Wu Dalang sitting at the counter.