Now there is only one problem before them. It's to call those takeaways with countless chicken essence and MSG oil. Or a bucket of instant noodles with countless chicken essence and MSG oil.

But when you get to the cash register, you can take a look. The group of children was suddenly anxious. Grief and indignation. Tears flowed down my face. The little boss is gone.

Of course. The little boss is not missing. It's not like the world has evaporated.

And. They now want to know the whereabouts of the little boss with their feet.

Precisely because of knowing. So feel excited. Grief. And then burst into tears, big brother. You have to eat. But don't forget that your customers are still hungry. Wait to fight the monsters, okay?

Thereupon. An Ran was just about to unplug the rice cooker. I could hear the screaming of ghosts and wolves at the cashier outside. I was scared. Almost didn't electrify myself to starve like this?

That's it. These kids have been sticking to the internet for a day and a night. Not a drop of water went in.

It was supposed to be a tense battle. That's it. I'm hungry. Thirsty too much. Plus a high concentration of nerves. I don't feel hungry either. I don't feel thirsty.

But once you loosen your momentum. Climb down from the network cable. Immediately, I felt completely overwhelmed by a surging feeling of hunger and thirst. Can't extricate yourself. There is a feeling of being burned by fire. I can't stand it for a moment.

Especially once you stand in front of the cash register. The smell of fragrant food tortured the hungry blue-eyed webworms like torture. Especially with a little bit of association. Imagine how the little bosses sit happily and contentedly at the kitchen table and eat and drink. It's a taste that's crueler than fascist.

Look at those two little bosses.

The two heads, known as the Golden Heads more than a decade later, were about to be stuck in the vegetable pot.

What.

Shopping.

Take it yourself. Just put the money on the table.

Change.

Find a piece of broken paper and keep an account first. Let's go back and count together.

Don't you see we're busy grabbing food?

This kind of critical moment. You're too embarrassed to bother. Turn around and you pay me preserved egg tofu. Or pay me for the eggplant.

Enron can't afford to spit out these two foodies. Just walk to the cash register by yourself. Deal with the blue-eyed networms one by one.

The webworms are excited. Crying while paying, crying and complaining: Sister. Good thing to have you. You listen. Are there those two little bosses who do business like that? Are they talking about human beings? And don't you have a little bit of a basic conscience? If you are full, you don't know if you are hungry, right? Be careful to make us hungry. Gnaw on your computer.

An Ran was looking for change for these hungry men who had already begun to talk nonsense. While wiping a cold sweat in my heart. Is it that she no longer comes out to do voluntary labor. You've gotten on the computer and you're ready to gnaw on the living.

Due to Enron's emergency action against the clouds. The tragedy of the hungry networms gnawing alive on the small boss of the Internet café finally did not happen.

But in the market, I bargained with the vendor owners and cut passionately. Foaming at the mouth. Carrying a large bag and a small bag. With a cold air. Jiang Chengzhuo who rushed back all the way. See those two treacherous villains. Warm and stretching her legs. Sit comfortably before the meal. Holding a vegetable pot. Bury your headache and eat. Suddenly anxious.

Not interesting enough. It's not interesting.

There is no brotherly righteousness. It's too brotherly to be angry.

We don't have to ask the two of you to live and die together. Sharing weal and woe. Stood. Build a better future together. Just go out and buy groceries. You snatched Lao Tzu's food.

Jiang Chengzhuo, who was robbed of vegetables, was so sad that his eyes were bloodshot. Throw the food and drink in your hand to the side. I don't care to take off my hat. I can't breathe either. With an icy chill. With a whirlwind, it pounced on Zhao Zhenxu's body. One hand grabbed the neck of the "dead fat man". One snatched the chopsticks from his hand. So the two guys started their usual wrestling and food grabbing tricks at the dinner table again.

The difference is. It's not the first time. Second. Not even the third time to witness such a "bloody" scene, An Ran has long since learned not to change his face. The heart doesn't beat. The high and profound realm where the breeze blows freely in both ears. Cool as a cucumber. I don't bother to give one in my eyes. Directly pointed to the white meat at the right temperature on the board: "I said. The three of you. Who handles this piece of meat."

"Me."

"Me."

“…… Well. I."

The three of them responded loudly almost in unison. That's called an enthusiastic enthusiast. Selfless.

The reason why I say almost. It's because Zhao Zhenxu was choked by Jiang Chengzhuo. A mouthful of meat foam eggplant is stuck in the throat and can't be picked up. I can't get down. Wait until I hear that there is such a good task as cutting meat. Immediately excited. Stretch your neck hard. Finally swallowed the eggplant. The sound of "I" had to come out of my throat smoothly.

An Ran didn't even bother to roll his eyes. Directly threw the meat to them. See for yourselves. Love cut who who cuts. It's true to cut it out quickly.

The reason why these three people are so active about cutting meat. The reason is also well understood. It's nothing more than the dark purpose of stealing food while cutting meat.

Although Enron has no illusions about the thinking logic and behavior patterns of these three people in front of food. There is also a full mental preparation. But I watched the three of them run towards the glittering kitchen knife together. And for the right to use this kitchen knife, there was a dazzling scramble again. The kitchen knife was also snatched between the hands of the three of them. Enron really can't calm down. While doing psychological construction in my heart. While wiping cold sweat frequently.

It took two minutes to build. An Ran finally screamed at the whimper over there. Chickens fly and dogs jump. The knife is gone. Turn a deaf ear to. Go and look through the few things that Jiang Chengzhuo bought.

Although the steamed bun is freshly out of the pot. But went all the way. The heat has already dissipated. It's hot.

A piece of stewed beef that is marinated fragrant and tough. Directly throw it to Jiang Jieyun, who succeeded in grabbing meat, to deal with it. deliberately confessed again: "Cut it thinner."

Turn your head and pull out a head of garlic. Throw it to Zhao Zhenxu, who is still fighting to the death for preserved eggs: "Pick garlic skin."

Turned out the beans again. This time he gave Jiang Chengzhuo: "Choose beans."

Three foodies have a job to do. It's all honest now.

Especially they don't live like anything else. Not for the collective. Not for money. It's for the belly.

The speed at which they work determines the speed at which they eat. The performance of their labor determines the quality of the food.

So the three rice buckets that could afford to smoke just now. At this time, they all bowed their heads. Extraordinarily hard. I can't afford to smoke. It's good to fill things in your mouth early.

I saw three foodies working obediently. Safely and neatly mixed a small pot of preserved egg tofu.

Fortunately, she asked Jiang Chengzhuo to sell several pieces of tofu and several preserved eggs.

The small pot that was mixed before was scrambling by three people. At this point, the amount left is almost negligible.

Tofu is not afraid if you can't use it. It can be frozen directly into frozen tofu. Stewed cabbage. Stew sauerkraut. Under the hot pot. Make a casserole. Tenacity. Very chewy. Soaked up the soup. It tastes good.

A dish of preserved egg tofu is ready. Jiang Jieyun's meat was also cut. Smashed garlic again. Pour the sauce over. White meat with garlic paste. Beef in sauce. It's all on the plate.

Only one dish of vegetarian fried kidney beans remains. It's also a fast dish that divides five by two. Bright oil and fire. Broken life. It's the time for crispy and fragrant. Before coming out of the pot. Sprinkle with finely minced garlic. Add some MSG. Hook some juice. Out of the pan. In addition, Zhao Zhenxu sniffled vigorously there. A face full of intoxication.

If this is replaced by Zhou Fanghua or Wu Zerong to make this expression. Enron can still give birth to some pride or something. can be replaced by Zhao Zhenxu or his two rice bucket brothers to make this expression. She really didn't have any ideas. I can't be proud.

Meals are ready. An Ran originally wanted to go next door to have dinner for his parents. An Guoqing and Li Caifeng are unwilling to let go of their work. Disgusted that she is not familiar with the situation of the client. I'm afraid something will go wrong.

And then there's a bigger place on this side. But after all, you still have to walk around. It's just a matter of warm weather. It's cold now. Just eaten. I also poured a cold wind into my stomach. Also uncomfortable. It's better to divide the dishes. Fill them with the past. Eat while working. Eat with ease.

I can't beat them. I had to set aside a few dishes. Serve the rice. Jiang Jieyun helped to bring it over.

Originally, she also wanted to stay at the lottery station to eat with her parents. But the place is too narrow. Business is busy at this time. Li Caifeng and An Guoqing ate directly next to the numbering machine. It's a bit hard for two people to eat. Not to mention adding another one of her.

She had no choice but to stay at the Internet café. Enjoy the grand occasion of dining with three rice buckets.

It's another storm. Enter the Dragon. Needless to say.

So some dishes. In the end, it was a fine light. There's not even a bit of soup left.

Enron is now seeing it. The stomachs of these three are like black holes in the universe. Enveloped. No one knows exactly how much it can fit in there. When there is nothing to eat. They can resist too. When there is something. It's not enough.

Enron's new dish bought today. I brought a lot of fruit with me.

She is now used to eating some fruit after meals.

But these fruits are taken out. Cut it, cut it, it's probably not enough to stuff the teeth of these three foodies.

But. Enron also has her countermeasures.

Brew fruit tea.

Orange. Apple. Pear. Kiwi. All cut into small pieces. Put it in a pot and add water. Add tea bags. Add sugar to taste. Bring to a boil. Can.

The flavors of various fruits are mixed with sweet and sour. And with the fragrance of tea. Extraordinarily tasty.

A heart-to-fill meal. Serve with a cup of sweet and sour fruit tea. It's really like a fairy.

Of course. In the Internet café, I drank more boldly.

No way. Although these three foodies have always been unable to stop when they encounter the problem of eating and drinking?