Chapter 868： Is it a black belly? (1/2)
Sister Xingxing feels that she has been deceived for many years!
(Oh, what kind of warmth is like jade and warm wine, it's a face-saving project, or Zhao Er's boy is reliable, that little **** thief has a sense of elasticity...)
there.
Warm wine is a sip of wine and a bite of a dish, and the action is getting faster and faster. It is a cheerful, free and easy attitude to eat like flying chopsticks.
Just when Wei Tianxing was talking about it for a while, the XO sauce fried sunfish liver looked at half of the plate and it had been killed-you said, I listened, it was a pleasure to have wine and food.
Wei Tianxing was in a hurry,
”I said you guys would like to order Bilian?!”
I'm here to pick you up with black history. It's really hammered. You can't give the whistleblower the respect that you deserve. Don't you feel ashamed?
However, Wen was not tepid and deaf to his ears, saying,
”Well, I'm listening. You go on to say...you don't eat anymore, are you? Then you're welcome...Chef Lin, please give me a bowl of green rice, even if you want it!”
As long as you don't hit a blank note, the customer who is here with Boss Lin is like a god, and such a simple request must be met.
There is no pair, only rice.
Wen Zhongjiu's slender and powerful hand holds the rice bowl in one hand and the chopsticks in the other, squinting at the food code, dropping the chopsticks and immersing himself in the rice, methodically, carefully and cautiously, as if he was afraid of falling a grain of rice or dripping a drop of soup.
Lin Chou took a few glances and then withdrew his gaze. In fact, he was very happy-this was the greatest respect for a cook.
The appearance of Wen Zhongjiu eating and eating is very aura. At least half of the enthusiastic people who watched Wei Tianxing's tearing of Wen Zhongjiu's eyes have silently shifted to Wen Zhongjiu, um, in this half. More than half are women.
For the women present, a sentence must be used to describe this situation: Promise me, never use this mouth to eat other people's food-just eat my family's food~!
The fat man who was left out only felt that he was suddenly and deeply pierced by the malice from all over the world.
Nima...
Is it good to be good-looking?
Can you be unreasonable if you are handsome...
Can you do whatever you want if you are handsome...
emmmmm, technically speaking, it does.
The fat man who saw the truth fell into tears.
In fact, I have removed the five-flower three-layer of three or four hundred catties for the fat man. I am also a handsome knight-like uncle, and I have also dreamed of going to the world with a sword!
Didn’t you give up the original plan because you were too fat?
Fat Lord, I feel bitter. After all these years, even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you more?
Saying ”One fat destroys everything” I admit to Fat Master.
But ”one white covers one hundred ugliness”, really, can't you give a little bit of understanding and respect to such exquisite texts that are both exquisite and heavy?
However, many normal humans still ruthlessly and righteously rejected the alpacas who came from the depths of the fat man's heart, and the light and fluttering wall grass generally fell to the once mottled Wen.
Several female evolutionaries were communicating silently with their eyes and mouths across the table.
”Hey, old girls, you can make a lot of money this time. The confused little Zhouer has finally found his way in life~”
”Sisters, I think I'm in love, hehe.”
”Go away, wine and wine are mine.”
”Ah! Husband, we love you~”
”Yeah yeah.”
”It's a shit, my husband belongs to me.”
”Yes, it's a fart, that line is from Rukawa Feng, don't use it indiscriminately.”
There are also normal people,
”A group of nymphomaniacs, is this a husband? Biao (biǎo) is very!”
”Heh, haven't you heard a word? The handsome ones are all husbands (???)~”
Unfortunately, Master Wei is the one sitting on the table between the women's eye contact.
——Master Wei tears eyes.
Wen Zhongjiu showed a jade-like smile on his face that seemed to glow, holding the wine glass,
”Our Chinese dishes, pay attention to the color, fragrance... and complete——”
Wen was a little nervous, and almost baldly said ”scent, scent and shape,” come out. Why don't you go back?
”The color, the thick soup has a bright white background, the maitake mushrooms are lightly plated with delicate oil, and the cod liver is a gentle yellowish color. It is completely dominated by the clear and bright golden oil, depending on the ingredients. Each occupies a different brightness ratio of the grease, and the progressiveness is indescribable. This technique alone makes Wen admire and pleasing to the eye-if I guess right, the finishing touch of the grease is fresh. Chicken fir oil, right? The fresh scent of mushrooms is full of freshness, obviously very light but can't be blocked by the strong scent of cod liver itself, like... well, like the gauze sleeves of ancient women, Tactful and gentle, lingering aroma... As for the taste, Wen can only say that he can only know if he has tasted it himself. If he does not eat this dish, Wen does not know that his vocabulary is so lacking, and he is ashamed and ashamed-Wen Sir, don't you taste it?”
You see, handsome people have all kinds of ways you have never seen before in scandals to attract women's hot eyes...
Nonsence! In fact, Master Wen wants to change the subject...
This world is so unfair, which is a windfall.
Wei Tianxing: Never seen such a brazen person on horseback! What bullshit! Rigidly and stubbornly, it's freshly made up at a glance!
Lin Chou was stunned for a moment, and fell into deep self-doubt:
Could it be that my food is really so good?
Sparse applause-mostly from women.
Wei Tianxing's eyes were red with anger, and he really blinded your dog's eyes!
Oh, look at the first food weather vane of our base city.. mouth, cut your shameless little white face under the horse, and throw it ashamed to your Lem's house!
”I......”
Eh?
and many more!
Wei Tianxing's squinted eyes flickered subtlely--what's the rush for me.
The **** surnamed Wen rarely goes out of the house if it weren’t for the wine cellar to be copied. This old boy is not good in character, but the use of it in his skin is real. This time he is so ostentatious. Hey, look at the eyes of those little girls. They all want to recommend their own pillow seats with the surname Wen.
recommend!
Hurry up!
Houshan has prepared hot springs. The time and place are right and the people are harmonious. Come on in a group, go to visit the handsome guy Wen, gogogo~
You guys have finished brushing the handsome guy Wen and burst his equipment. I see how embarrassed he is to hit my little girl's idea!
That's right, that's it, Fatty, I'm so witty.
The heart flashed like an electric light, but in half a second, Master Wei had already experienced a whole scheming palace fight drama, and the words on his lips realized the change from ”w...” ”wo” to ”w...” The ”wen” of ”.” seamlessly connects,
”Wen...Heavy wine is right~”
Everyone: ”???”
The style of painting suddenly changed, wait, have we missed any important plot!
He looked at the fried cod liver maitake mushrooms (crumbs version) in XO sauce on the plate. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. The noodles did not change color. He worked very hard to dip a little bit of crumbs and soup in his mouth with chopsticks.
”Zhongjiu is very good. In fact, even Wei can't find too many words to describe this dish. Sometimes language is really a kind of powerless burden, alas...”
The fat man shook his head as he spoke, and simply closed his eyes, looking intoxicated.
(Go Bo, the Detachment of Women, Wei, who is the number one food weather vane in the base city, has fully affirmed your Master Wen, he is all right!)
(Go Bo, women soldiers, don't have any worries and doubts, boldly go up to him!)
Wen Zhongjiu: ”!!!”
Wen Zhongjiu was fainted by the fat man, is this fat man turning into sex?
It's just an instinctive feeling that a little bit of badness arises-a good fart, bad, very bad.
Sorry, this is the feeling of being calculated!
Lin Chou is also a little confused, because the world is changing too fast, or my boss Lin has fallen behind, because Mao Leng has not kept up with the rhythm...