"Hello, is it Lin Zhou?"

Zhang Mingyuan took Lu Qian to the top of the mountain, only to see the only place selling porridge.

The stall owner, who was also a young man, asked tentatively.

"Yes, I am, you are?"

Lin Zhou raised his head and looked at Zhang Mingyuan, his face was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

He scratched his head in confusion.

"I'm Zhang Jianjun's son, you should know my dad, you made an appointment to climb the mountain together."

As soon as Zhang Mingyuan said this, Lin Zhou immediately remembered where he had seen this face, and it turned out to be very similar to the mountain climber.

When I didn't think about it, I just felt familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere.

When I learned that it was the son of the mountain climber, I immediately felt that the uncle's genes were really strong, and the father and son looked really alike.

"I know, I know, you're taking your girlfriend to climb the mountain?"

Knowing that it was someone he knew, Lin Zhou immediately became cheerful and talkative.

looked at Zhang Mingyuan's eyes with a hint of teasing.

Uncle Zhang was heartbroken by his son's lifelong events, and complained every day that his son was in his thirties, and he didn't look for a partner, thinking about introducing his son.

Isn't there a target? I'm afraid it's not hiding it from Uncle Zhang.

"No, it's a blind date."

Yes... This...

It turned out to be a blind date arranged by Uncle Zhang!

It's just that it's a bit bad to take other beauties to climb the mountain on a blind date?

Lin Zhou couldn't tell what was wrong, after all, he had never been on a blind date.

Watching people on a blind date on the Internet is to go to dinner and watch movies......

Noticing the smile on the face of the girl who followed Zhang Mingyuan, Lin Zhou was relieved, it seemed that climbing the mountain was not bad?

If he has the opportunity in the future, he can also try.

"That's... Do you want to drink porridge? ”

"Yes, two servings to eat now, one to pack for my dad to take back, last Sunday because I went home for dinner, he didn't eat the buns you made, I've been talking at home for a few days, bring him a porridge back."

Zhang Mingyuan has a good relationship with his father.

One retired at the right time and handed over the company to his son, and the other was busy with work, and would go home every week to accompany his old father to eat and rest.

At present, he died at an early age, and the father and son have supported each other until now, and the relationship has been harmonious, which is not easy.

That's why Zhang Mingyuan thought about finding an opportunity to buy the food made by Lin Zhou for his father to take back because of his father's casual words.

"Please take your time."

Lin Zhou sent the porridge to Zhang Mingyuan.

Zhang Mingyuan was handing it to Lu Qian next to him.

"Thank you."

Lu Qian is not welcome, she is really hungry.

Hold the porridge, scoop a spoonful, feel the hot air, blow twice and send it to your mouth.

I ate in a hurry, and I was scalded all of a sudden.

"Hmm!!"

Lu Qian covered his mouth, his expression changed hideously, and he swallowed a mouthful of porridge without feeling the taste, and even his tongue stinged.

The abalone porridge briefly crossed the tip of her tongue, and the fresh and soft taste was also perceived.

In the next bite, Lu Qian blew the porridge carefully, and only ate it in his mouth when it didn't feel so hot.

So tender!

The fresh abalone stew is soft and delicious, and the taste of the diced abalone is even smoother than the scallop meat, and it is really delicious.

A bowl of abalone porridge of 100 yuan is made of real abalone, and the fresh taste is really amazing.

Even the rice grains in the bowl are dyed pale yellow by the abalone meat, which is golden and pitiful.

The abalone and rice grains are chewed together, the strong aroma of the rice, the elastic teeth of the abalone, even if it is seasoned with a little salt, it is amazing enough.

When Lu Qian tasted this porridge, he felt that this mountain was worth climbing for a moment.

Even his impression of Zhang Mingyuan has improved.

And Zhang Mingyuan knows the owner of the stall.

Maybe he knew that there was such a delicious porridge on the top of the mountain, so he specially made an appointment with him on a blind date in Qinhuang Mountain, just to take her to taste it.

Thanks to these are Lu Qian's psychological activities, if she let her best friend know, she would have to scold her for falling in love, and she had a good impression of Zhang Mingyuan for a bowl of porridge.

"It's delicious!"

Seeing that Zhang Mingyuan also began to eat, Lu Qian couldn't wait to find a sense of identity and express his excitement at this moment.

Zhang Mingyuan's family usually has porridge for breakfast, and the chef also cooks it in different ways, and he has also eaten abalone porridge.

But the abalone porridge he tasted at the moment was too different from the taste in his impression, and for a moment, it made him wonder if the boss had added something else to cook.

"It's really delicious, the umami is very strong, if it weren't for the fact that there is only the taste of abalone in the umami, I suspect it is seafood porridge."

Zhang Mingyuan's surprised eyes changed from single eyelids to inner doubles.

After a few bites, the umami of the abalone blooms in the mouth, mellow and not greasy, and the unique toughness is also broken down by time, becoming soft and delicious, and very chewy

If this level of porridge is placed in a big hotel, I am afraid that it will not be eaten in line.

The taste is extremely pure and delicious.

Unlike the abalone porridge he ate in an old restaurant before, even the intestines were put together to cook porridge, oily and green, without appetite, and he forcibly tasted it, but it still had a bitter taste, and the whole appetite disappeared after one bite.

The abalone porridge made by Lin Zhou is extremely fragrant, the taste is like silk, and the fragrance lingers in the mouth, which is really a must.

No wonder his father never forgot the buns he didn't eat, he didn't expect Lin Zhou to have such good cooking skills at such a young age!

"One more bowl!"

Zhang Mingyuan didn't eat breakfast either, such a delicious abalone porridge, how could a bowl be enough, so he immediately ran back and asked for another one.

Don't ask Lu Qian if he wants another one.

Lu Qian shook his head, feeling powerless.

The portion size of this bowl was already much larger than her usual meal.

She was already shocked that she could finish it, and if she had another serving, she would definitely not be able to finish it.

But it's okay to bring a copy to her girlfriend, her parents must have eaten this point, only the girlfriend who hasn't woken up yet, is blessed to enjoy this delicious abalone porridge.

"I'd like to bring one for my girlfriend."

"Then two more copies, one packed."

Lin Zhou looked at Zhang Mingyuan, who came back after eating, and his teeth laughed.

"Just the last two."

Isn't it a coincidence!

He'll be able to close the stall after selling!

Today's stall closing time is much earlier than the previous two days, and Lin Zhou is a little flattered.

The main thing is that Zhang Mingyuan bought five servings alone and solved a lot of porridge.

And that group of college students.

It's really good, I didn't expect a bowl of porridge for 100 yuan to be a good business.

When he saw this task, he thought he wouldn't be able to make any money this week.

Now it seems that more is being earned than in the previous two weeks.

It shows that his heart is not black enough, otherwise according to the system's pricing, he can make a lot of money!

"That's just the right time to go down the mountain together."

Zhang Mingyuan carried the abalone porridge and was not in a hurry to eat.

Waiting for Lin Zhou to pack up the bamboo basket, the three of them went down the mountain together.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, the three of them consciously separated.

Lu Qian drove to find her best friend.

Zhang Mingyuan and Lin Zhou came by car, and the other by tricycle, and they also went back separately.

Driving faster than a tricycle, when Lin Zhou arrived home, Zhang Mingyuan was already drinking abalone porridge with his father.

"This is the porridge that Lin Zhou went to Qin Huangshan to sell this week?"

After listening to his father's words, Zhang Mingyuan didn't know what came to mind, and he couldn't help laughing.