A cup of Buddha jumped over the wall and went down, and there was not even a bit of scum left, Garland took out the towel he had brought with him, wiped his sweaty bald head, and burped contentedly.

Carefree!

Garland felt that this was the most enjoyable meal he had eaten in the past two years, and jumping over the wall with a cup of Buddha was the most delicious soup he had ever eaten in his life.

"You...... Did your hair really grow back?! Mylo glanced at Garland's head, but his eyes widened suddenly, and he pointed to his skull in surprise.

"Really?" Milo was startled, reached out and touched his head, the top of his head, which was originally bare, felt some fine fluff at this time.

Milo took a closer look, nodded and said, "A little bit of fine fluff has grown, and the amount is quite large, I think it will work." ”

Mylo and Garland have known each other for more than ten years, watching his head rise from the hairline to the Mediterranean, and finally compromising and bald because he resembles a kappa.

This process is irreversible, only to see the hair fall out, never to see it grow.

But now on top of his bald head, hair has grown again, and it is still a central bald area.

"Don't touch it, if you touch it bald, you'll lose it." Milo knocked off Garland's habitual pan-headed hand and picked up the bright silver spoon for you to see for yourself.

Garland took the spoon and looked for an angle for a while, and finally saw his shiny bald head in the spoon, and the faint fluff on the bald head.

"This is really a fine fluff of the fetal hair, good, good! My bald head is finally going to be reborn! Garland wept with joy, two lines of old tears slipped uncontrollably, like a sixty-year-old baby.

McGonagall in the kitchen glanced out at the sound, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, the joy of a foodie is so boring.

"I'll just say I didn't lie to you." Randy said with a smile that he had already eaten the mapo tofu, and by the way, he had killed two bowls of rice and two meat buns, and there was no braised pork left.

Garland was overjoyed, patted Randy on the shoulder and said, "Little brother Randy, you are really my benefactor, if Cahill treats you badly in the future, you will come to me, I will cover you." ”

"Uh-huh???" Randy looked at Garland with some confusion.

Cahill is the editor-in-chief of Carnivorism, and the horrible guy who pushes him every day and sends him a two-meter blade.

However, he had only known the two for a short time, and he hadn't said that he was a foodie, so how did Garland know about Cahill? And you want him to follow him?

Mylo kicked Garland under the table, her eyes frantically signaling him to pay attention to his words.

Garland also quickly realized that he seemed to be a little carried away, and even blurted out big words, quickly changed his head, and said with a smile: "Aren't you a meat-eating master gourmet?" My house is actually next to the carnivorous magazine, and I often meet Cahill's big fat man at breakfast.

That guy is very stingy, not a good bird, and likes to urge drafts the most, so I'm afraid that you will suffer, and if you really can't stand it, follow me to the leather merchant. ”

"Well, you know Cahill." Randy shook his head with a smile and said, "Thank you brother for your kindness, but now gourmets are no longer my main business, it's just a matter of interest and love to generate electricity." ”

"Huh?"

Both Mylo and Garland looked at Garland with some surprise.

"Aren't you on the rise right now? Why don't you write about the leading gourmets of carnivorism? Milo couldn't help but ask.

"How tiring it is to write an article, it is precarious, you are urged to write every day, and you have to be sent a blade from time to time, you rack your brains to write it, and you have to be too short.

Who to look down on! Who is short? You judge, who is short?

Although it's a little shorter, I'm long-lasting, and I've been outputting it for so many years, right? Randy sighed.

Mai Luo also sighed when he heard this, who said it wasn't, don't look at him hitting those merchants hard, but often looking at the heavy mailbox, he can only call the scrap collector to the door.

Fortunately, he has a good mentality, and he has survived the most difficult days by selling blades, and sometimes he has some kind feelings when he sees blades.

"So, I'm changing the rent now, and there is a woman who has to pester me, stuffing a lot of keys into my hand, and asking me to help her collect the rent, and I'm not happy if I don't collect it." Randy lifted the corner of his clothes, revealing a large number of keys, and sighed, "I know now, the life of a rich person is indeed unpretentious and boring. ”

Milo: "??? ”

Garland: "??? ”

"After eating, I'm going to collect rent again, and I have to pay the public grain when I go back in the evening, two brothers, goodbye." Randy gets up to check out and leaves, leaving the two messy in the wind.

"Say the hardest words, eat the softest meals, this ...... It's a talent, indeed. Garland smacked his lips.

"Let's be sour." Mylo looked at Randy's figure in the distance, and he didn't want to work hard.

"Let's go too, today is a lot of gains, not in vain." Garland got up and settled the bill.

"Just going back?" Out the door, Mylo looked at Garland and asked.

"Of course not, I still have to take two more courses of Buddha jumping over the wall." Garland shook his head and smiled again: "We have three days to come out this time, wouldn't it be a waste to go back in one day, of course, we have to know more about this restaurant." ”

"Do we have enough budget?" Mylo glanced at him.

"There's always such a thing as a budget, and there's always a squeeze." Garland didn't care, "Moreover, as long as we can write a real super hit, the boss will definitely reimburse all of them when we go back, and just let go of eating." ”

"Then I'm very much in favor of working for a few more days, and it's best to get to know the restaurant from morning to night." Milo nodded.

"Back to the hotel?"

"No, take a turn, I'd like to talk to the restaurateur when McMie's is closed." Garland shook his head.

"What are you talking about?"

Garland smiled and said: "Since we can't find fault with this article, then we'd better be able to get the story behind the food, so that we can stand out from vegetarianism and carnivorism, otherwise what is the difference between us and those small magazines that have not pursued, swarming imitation and plagiarism, after all, we can only drink some footwashing water." ”

After thinking about it for a while, Galland nodded his head, and in terms of content control, Garland was very good at it.

"I think that hot pot looks good, why don't we try it tomorrow?" Milo's eyes were quickly drawn to the barbecue area next door, looking at the demon who was eating and spewing fire with his head up, funny and funny, and it looked very worth trying.