"Slow down, don't squeeze. ”

"I've been waiting for me, I've been waiting for a long time. ”

"It's as if you're talking about someone who hasn't waited so long. ”

The queue under the stage was noisy, and if it weren't for some waiters helping to maintain order, it would have been chaotic a long time ago.

"Don't worry, there are so many here, everyone has a share, don't squeeze it, the more you squeeze, the slower. "There is a waiter shouting, the first one is useless, only the last sentence is useful.

Originally, they also wanted to put it in a small bowl like the previous one, but in the end, they found that this bowl was a bit small, and they had to get new bowls for rice from the restaurant.

However, it has also become a queuing mode, such as the kind of distribution in the front, and the people behind are a little out of business, so it is likely that they will not be able to take their turn, and they are also a little anxious.

These people in line are looking in one direction with envious eyes.

"Dad, it's delicious. ”

"Uncle, it's late. ”

The four little babies were all holding a bowl of crystal clear egg fried rice, and their little faces were all smiling.

Three of them are millet grains, and there is a little fat girl, the little fat girl is not a person who recognizes life, after Lu Wen made the egg fried rice, she ran over with a fart, although she didn't know the poem that the still water building got the moon first, but she understood this truth.

Lu Wen also served Yu Zhengyao and the others some egg fried rice, after all, he made it, he must have taken care of the people on his side first, and there are so many, it must be enough, it will not be enough, only someone eats less.

By the time most people started eating a bowl of sparkling egg fried rice, everyone's faces had a look of remembrance.

"Mom. ”

Some people were muttering to themselves, they had tasted the taste of their mother from this bowl of egg fried rice, especially some middle-aged and elderly people, and tears slipped from the corners of their eyes.

The victor burst into tears in public.

How many years have passed, since they came to this city to work hard, how long has it been a year since they went back, and since they grew up, they felt that the food cooked by their mother before didn't seem to be so delicious.

But now they remembered the most delicious taste again, and it turned out that it was not that the food cooked by their mother was not delicious, but that they had changed.

Mom's meals are always the sweetest, warmest flavor.

There are also some elderly people, the taste of their mother can only be in their memories forever, but now they seem to have tasted this taste of childhood, what a beautiful taste.

Xiao Mi Li looked at the actions of the people in the audience, and asked with some curiosity: "Dad, what's wrong with them?"

"They remembered their mother. Lu Wen touched the little guy's head and said.

This time the egg fried rice can be so successful is actually due to millet grains, if there is no millet grains at the end, there will be no such results, at the beginning Lu Wen was just ready to cook them a meal, and it was just food, but the appearance of millet grains, Lu Wen suddenly remembered millet grains when he was a child.

At that time, although the millet grains were very well-behaved, there were times when they made trouble, but Lu Wen felt that the millet grains at that time were the angels given to him by God and the pillars for him to support.

And this is also the voice of all parents in the world, children are always the angels of their parents.

"Mi Li also misses her mother. Millet turned her head to look at her mother and said in a coquettish voice.

Yu Zhengyao also had a smile on her face when she heard Millet Grain's words, Millet Grain's words were the biggest reward for her.

"But my mother's food was hard to eat. At this time, Xiao Mengmeng muttered on the side.

Cen Qingqing's face darkened, why are other people's baby girls so caring, and their own family is a black-hearted cotton jacket.

Xiao Mengmeng's words were unanimously agreed by the other two little guys.

"Well, my mother's food is very difficult to eat, and I don't want my mother to be sad every time. Qi Xuerou nodded in agreement.

"Tutu too, the food cooked by my mother is very difficult to eat, but every time my father has to finish it, my father is so good that Tutu can't eat it. ”

"Mi Li has never eaten her mother's food. Millet grains were suddenly a little lost, and they had never eaten their mother's food.

Since Yu Zhengyao and millet grains recognized each other, she never needed to worry about cooking, she had never cooked since she was a child, and she had never thought about it.

But before she could say her words, she heard Lu Wendao: "Don't be sad about the rice grains, we should actually be happy, the food cooked by my mother is actually very delicious, and my mother can't cook." ”

Yu Zhengyao's face turned dark, and he said so about himself, but he also refuted it at lunch.

"Next time I will definitely cook for the rice grains. Yu Zhengyao made a decision in her heart.

It wasn't until next that Lu Wen knew how much trouble his words had caused him.

Not to mention them, Tang Yushuang and Cen Qingqing both stared at the two little guys with unkind faces, thinking about what reason to clean them up, it was really annoying.

In their hearts, they must find a reason to clean up the little Mengmeng, and they can't beat the child for no reason, which is not good for the child.

If Xiao Mengmeng and Qi Xuerou knew their mother's thoughts, I don't know if they would think that they picked it up, or sent it with phone bills.

Xiao Mengmeng and Qi Xuerou, the two little guys, suddenly felt a chill, and couldn't help but say, "Why is it so cold." ”

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Everyone in the audience was immersed in the warmth brought to them by egg fried rice, while Master Zhang and Master Wang on the stage were both shocked.

From this egg fried rice, they felt the flaws in their cooking skills, or the shortcomings.

In this way, when it comes to simple egg fried rice, it can actually bring them such a feeling, and it is the simplest ingredient, and there is nothing valuable.

They can't help but wonder if their path is wrong, if they are too desperate for the perfection of the ingredients.

When they reacted and looked at the empty bowl, they were all thinking about eating a little, but when they looked into the pot, they found that there was not even a grain of rice left.

And when they looked at the audience, they found that many people had tears falling from the corners of their eyes, and their hearts were even more shaken.

None of their previous dishes have been able to do this, which is to dig out the deepest emotion in people's hearts.

"Where's Teacher Lu?" Master Zhang couldn't help but look at Lu Wen's place and found that there was no trace of him.

At this time, he had already left here with people, otherwise he wouldn't be able to leave later.

"Uncle Lu is gone, but Uncle Lu said that this egg fried rice is called mother's rice. Tutu, who was still on the side, said in a childish voice.