Chapter 895： Breakfast, Wu Ke who won money (2/2)
Huang Dashan suddenly cursed with his throat.
”That **** with a dog-skin hat over there, grab Nima, and honestly line up! What is your grandfather doing? Blind, didn't you see others waiting in line? The dog said, there is no point in my heart. ?”
An evolutionary who had just squeezed to the front of the counter was so angry that his nose was crooked.
”You...”
When Huang Dashan saw this, he flexed his hands and twisted his neck, his face was flushed with excitement.
Damn it, your grandpa Dashan has been lonely for so many days, and finally waited-happiness always comes so suddenly.
However, Shan Ye's warm-up action was able to twist his neck.
The evolutionary wearing a hat was violently pulled by the companion behind him.
”That is Huang Dashan, does Huang Dashan know it! Don't mess with him!”
Not without complaining,
”I'll just say you don't always want to jump in the line. You have said so many times. Besides, is this a normal place...”
The evolutionary wearing a hat is as white as a mouse seeing a cat when he hears the name of Lord Shan.
He bent over and hugged his fist against the mountain master,
”I am sorry!”
He simply shrank his body and ran away.
Huang Dashan was left messy in the wind: ”...”
Shen Feng's satire with a smile,
”Congratulations, the prestige of Prince Mountain is really terrifying! Hey!”
The bite of the ”Prince” was extremely heavy, not to mention two ”si”s followed.
Huang Dashan's face was green, and he cursed bitterly.
”Mmp, doesn't this guy have the dignity of being an evolutionary?”
I, Prince Huang Dashan, miss so much the days when those little-eyed **** were lifted to the foot of the mountain and beaten up because of the phrase ”what are you looking at”.
At this moment, Lin Chou came out of the kitchen with two large buckets of porridge, took a look and said,
”Why are there so many people? The inside is not full and there is still space in the pavilion outside. Breakfast is definitely not enough, and there is no time to make it. Those who are not in line will wait until eight o'clock before ordering.”
Putting down the big wooden barrel for porridge, Lin Chou returned to the kitchen and continued to tinker with it. Steaming white-skinned meat buns, green radish side dishes, and crimson-colored braised beef intestines were laid out one after another.
Huang Dashan yelled,
”What are you doing in a daze? There is a price on the beams of the room, do it yourself, check out the cash at the counter.”
People who come often don't care, and the guy who came here for the first time looked ignorant.
Huang Dashan picked up 20 pleasing-looking buns and placed them on his plate, serving porridge and vegetables. He was very skilled in his business.
Xiao Hong and Zheng Ou quickly took the porridge bowl from Huang Dashan.
”Thank you.”
The answer to them was Huang Dashan’s screaming porridge. After a while, Shan Ye was puzzled.
”Huh? It's not porridge, this is soup!”
Lin Chou also brought a bowl of porridge and sat down with two steamed buns.
”Shrimp Cracker Soup, I made it once outside and it was not bad.”
The white and bright soup is slightly thicker, and the crystal-clear shrimp round slices are hidden in it, without a trace of fat floating on it, which is exceptionally light.
When the scent of shrimp reaches the depths of the nasal cavity, it is as refreshing as the mild sea breeze moisturizes the fishermen who eat the sea by the sea.
Huang Dashan said,
”It's very light, I thought it was porridge at first, but it felt like noodle soup when I drank it, but it turned out to be shrimp again, ha~”
Huang Dashan bit off most of the bun,
”Hmm... After eating so many buns, I just want to eat this bun once and immediately want to eat the next one. It would be better if I had more oil and water.”
The Buryat steamed buns are soft and fluffy on the outside, and the slab sausage inside and the completely distinct mixed meat pieces give a chewy texture. The touching fat and a little gravy bloom together in one bite.
Shen Feng despised,
”You wipe the oil on your chin before you talk. It's all splashed out. I said, Prince Huang, when can you stop being like a dumpling.”
Huang Dashan killed six steamed buns in minutes, and the plate was empty after the other people ate it.
Master Shan got up to pick up the buns, and by the way gave Shen Feng a thumbs up.
”I especially like the name Tubao. It always reminds me of words such as Hao and Tuhao.”
Zheng Ou and Xiao Hong almost didn't eat their tongues, they just swallowed the buns in their mouths and couldn't wait to put a piece of braised beef intestines into their mouths. The fat but not greasy intestines were full of marinade. , The right tendons are even more satisfying.
——The emerald radish that Zheng Ou's chopsticks stretched out again.
”Crack~”
Zheng Ou was shocked just like other people who had eaten radish with high feet for the first time.
”This, this radish... how does it grow...”
Lin Chou spread his hands,
”The radish is good, I didn't expect someone to grow it so well, hey, our base city, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.”
Huang Dashan: ”Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon's carrots?”
The radish side dish is paired with braised beef intestines. The effect of large meat and vegetables is surprisingly good. Everyone unconsciously ate a few more steamed buns and hurriedly rushed to the line for the second time.
The person in front saw, oh, then I have to get a few more buns directly.
As a result, the people in the back row complained--there were only so many buns, and there were more wolves and less meat.
Boss Lin, who didn't sleep well and was upset and didn't want to work, was suddenly embarrassed.
The usual breakfast is served by the number of people, but today I just want to be lazy.
”Cough cough, what? Do a little more tomorrow, and make sure to let everyone open up and eat!”
When someone saw the line and there was no hope, they just stopped squatting at the door and shouted inside.
”Boss Lin, here you are!”
”It's too much, too much.”
”I can't say no more when I'm ordering in a while.”
”Yes, tomahawk steak—”
Lin Chou: ”...”
The one who is still thinking about the Tomahawk steak is destined to return in disappointment today.
Huang Dashan suddenly wondered,
”Wait, I seem to have forgotten something! Hey, what about Old Wen, why didn't you come in for dinner?”
”I didn't see it...”
At this time, Wu Ke grabbed the chicken coop's hair and walked in with a look of bitterness.
”Just after 12 o'clock last night, Master Wen and the guy surnamed Shen rushed into my house and dragged me up. They had to drag me to fight the landlord. The three of us fought the landlord all night. The two are sleeping soundly-still in my bed!”
”How much wine did Master Wen drunk? I feel dizzy.”
Speaking of taking out a lot of green Yuanjing tickets from his pocket, there are one thousand face value and one hundred face value.
”Do you dare to believe it? Just one night! Me and Shen Daru won over 60,000 points of circulation for Master Wen...”
Huang Dashan said,
”Hey, you guys are not young, you guys transferred it~”
”This is the crux of the problem” Wu Ke sighed for a while, ”We are playing with one point and one circulation point!”
Everyone: ”...”
Make it clear, hello!
One point, one point, so how did you win sixty thousand!
The sack of the ball, that doesn’t matter—
”Will you continue playing in a while?”