Chapter 135 (1/2)

There were two people when they came and three when they went back.

Some of the things brought by Wang Dong were temporarily stored in the Internet cafe. Gu Zheng and Mu Mu accompanied Wang Dong back to get all the things. Then they went back to the hotel.

After opening a good room for Wang Dong, all three entered Wang Dong's room.

”Where did you buy your eggs and rice?”

Wang Dong has a lot of things. There is a bag of eggs, about 30 in number. In addition, there is a bag of rice and an electric rice cooker. The rice used for the competition today was cooked last night and brought after it was cold today.

What Gu Zheng is most curious about is not eggs, but rice.

Ordinary rice will stick together after cooking and become a whole piece after cooling. Wang Dong's rice is still scattered after cooking and cooling, but it is not as scattered as raw rice.

”Eggs are collected in the farmhouse. Some family eggs are particularly good. They are raised in the mountains. I found that the fried rice with eggs made by their family's eggs tastes better than others. Later, I always bought them there, although it's a little more expensive!”

Wang Dong bowed his head. The price of eggs was really expensive. Gu Zheng bought eggs for three yuan and fifty-one yuan. He bought more expensive eggs for five yuan. He was different from Gu Zheng. Anyway, Gu Zheng had a job and could support himself. He was still an apprentice, with a salary of less than two thousand apprentices a month.

It's just that his salary is low. He has to give his family 1000 yuan a month, and he can only have a few hundred left. That's why he signed up. Later, he didn't live in a cheap hotel here, but went to an Internet cafe to make do. In fact, the 200 Yuan registration fee was a big expense for him. At the beginning, he still bited his name.

”Good ingredients are more expensive, but sometimes money can't buy good ingredients!”

Gu Zheng nodded slowly. In the past, he had no tool spirit and could not identify the ingredients. The quality of the ingredients was judged by experience and tasting by himself.

He knew very well that a cook wanted good ingredients. His local father tasted more than 300 kinds of the same food in order to choose an ingredient, and finally chose it.

Although Wang Dong's words are simple, he can choose this kind of inferior eggs. He doesn't know how many he has bought. It must be a big burden for him to choose with his salary.

”Rice was sold to me by a friend in Northeast China. It's 80 kg. He said it's the same variety as northeast Gongmi, but it's not planted in one place. I bought it once and felt good, so I bought some more!”

”Gongmi?”

Gu Zheng and Mu Mu both raised their heads with surprise on their faces.

Gongmi is just a saying. In fact, it is the rice planted in a special place in the northeast. Because the output of these rice is very small, only a few people can eat it, and there are troops to guard it, so everyone calls it Gongmi.

In fact, this legend exists in many folk places. Gu Zheng and Mu Mu know something about it. Such tribute rice does exist, and it is also true that the yield is low, but there are some in other places as well as in the northeast. They don't know the specific taste. After all, neither of them has eaten such a thing.

”I see what you mean. The rice you bought is the same as Gongmi. It's just planted in different fields!”