Chapter 1749 (1/2)

Because she was the last one to enter the store, the girl couldn't wait to start ordering as soon as she entered the store.

”A stewed rice with mushroom and sliced chicken.” The girl said.

”OK, please pay first and then eat.” Su Ruoyan replied.

”It's turned around.” Although the girl came to eat for the first time, she obviously knew the rules of the store and transferred the money early.

In fact, the name ”baozi rice” comes from Guangdong. Originally, this rice refers to cooking rice with casserole as a vessel, but Guangdong calls casserole ”baozi”, so it is called ”baozi rice”.

Moreover, cooking rice has a long history, which is recorded in the notes to the book of rites and other books more than 2000 years ago.

This meal can be said to be a combination of vegetables and rice. It takes about 20 minutes to make it directly. During this period, the small time difference comes from the variety of rice and the time of mature rice harvest.

Naturally, it doesn't take so long here in Yuanzhou, because the preliminary work was done well before dinner.

So Xiang Wen, the girl in overalls, waited only ten minutes from sitting down and ordering to Su Ruoyan.

”Your steamed rice with mushroom and sliced chicken is very hot. Please use it slowly.” Su Ruoyan said, taking the tray back to the position of the partition.

After thanking Wen, you're welcome. Pick up the white towel on the side and directly lift the cover of the light yellow casserole.

”Zila” this is the wonderful sound made by the steaming hot air contacting the dry and high-temperature casserole cover.

If you listen carefully, you can also hear the Zizi sound made by the contact between rice and casserole in the casserole. This sound is tempting.

”It looks like I want to eat.” Xiang Wen looked at the casserole in front of him with satisfaction.

The casserole rice in front of us is packed in a light yellow casserole with the size of 22. The white and steaming rice grains are covered with a layer of mushroom slippery chicken. The beautiful and uniform mushrooms are emitting the unique aroma of mushrooms.

The chicken stewed in casserole presents a beautiful brownish red, and the slightly exuded soup is spread on the glittering and translucent rice, sweeping into Xiangwen's nose with the smell of rice.

In the above routine, there are also two small canola that have just changed from light green to crisp green. This bowl of boiled rice is bright and attractive. Xiang Wen directly picked up the spoon and ate it.

Xiang Wen is very good at eating. He scoops it directly at the place where the mushroom sliced chicken contacts with the rice. The rice there is soaked with full soup and takes on four beautiful colors in the spoon.

The color of mushroom, the jade color of chicken, the white of rice and the brownish red of rice soaked in soup.

”Ah woo” Xiang Wen ate the whole spoon and began to chew directly.

At once, the smooth and tender taste of chicken and the unique delicacy of winter mushrooms are directly fried in the mouth with the fragrance of rice grains.

”Well, it's delicious.” Xiang Wen didn't care about talking or anything else. He kept eating spoon after spoon.

It can be said that the food is serious and hard, and it is very fast. It can even be said that there is no time to taste it carefully.

There's no way. Now Xiangwen's tongue tip taste buds keep transmitting delicious signals to the brain, regardless of others.

”No, I'll eat it tomorrow, no, next week. It's delicious.” The last time I came out of the store was to eat this idea.

”It's really boss yuan's craft. It's the same as what's said on the Internet. No! It's better. It seems that I have to work hard.” Xiang Wen left with full fighting spirit.

With Xiang Wen's departure, the dinner time of Yuanzhou shop naturally came to an end.

Time passed quickly. Another day of Taoxi road dinner, there were still as many people and the streets were as lively as before.

”It feels like a year has not done anything. This year is about to pass.” Wang Hong sighed: ”I must work hard next year and strive to write more manuscripts.”

”But that's what you said last year.” Nearby, Zhao Yingjun answered.

”I found out that you're here to tear down the stage?” Wang Hong looked at Zhao Yingjun.

Strictly speaking, Zhao Junjun is different from the poisonous tongue of Chu Xiao and Li Yan. Zhao Junjun's mouth is not poisonous, but he likes to tear down the stage. Wang Hong remembers that the goods were almost bitten by Wuhai once... It was a happy and sad story. I won't recall it for the time being.

Cao Mi also lined up behind, so when Zhao Yingjun talked to Wang Hong, he suddenly asked a very important question.