Chapter 1863 (1/2)

”This little brother is really strange.” Sun Ming muttered, saying that he also looked at the number machine.

Is there anything strange about the number machine? No, Sun Ming took back his eyes.

Little brother is not important. What matters is that the last group of diners, that is, Sun Ming, entered the store.

”Have breakfast.” As soon as Sun Ming sat down, he began to order food with familiarity.

Su Ruoyan carried a tray to Sun Ming with two bowls on it.

”I'm really a lucky man. I always have two good things.” As soon as Sun Ming's eyes brightened, he had figured out how to show off in the small group that had been renamed Taotie.

However, when the tray was put on the table, sun Mingcai saw a bowl of scallions floating on it. The soup was slightly white, but it was a bowl of soup, like noodle soup.

”An extra bowl of soup is also a lucky thing.” Sun Mingdao.

In the other green bowl, there are more than a dozen round dumplings. Should they be dumplings? Although it's in the soup.

Take a bite of the dumpling with seaweed, scallops and sea cucumber in the meat filling. The mouth is immediately swept by the strong seafood flavor. The delicacies include fungus and sea rice, which are rich in flavor. Coupled with the strong dumpling skin, it's great to have one in two.

Today's breakfast is Jiangsu cuisine Zhuangyuan dumplings. In fact, Zhuangyuan dumplings are different from Zhuangyuan dumplings, but they are the food of two provinces and cities.

The former is Jiangsu cuisine, and the latter is Shandong cuisine.

”It's so delicious.” Now, Sun Ming can't care about his luck. It's the right thing to eat in his mouth.

After eating, Sun Ming didn't say anything more to Yuan Zhou. After all, if he had to come again at noon, he left a sentence ”compasses, I'll come back at noon” and left smartly.

”Is this guy a little floating, or has he won the prize?” Yuan Zhou thought about how Sun Ming was so generous this time. He wanted to come to the store twice in a row.

You know, Sun Ming doesn't have to take care of him once in ten days and a half months. It's rare to take care of him twice in a row.

Now it's the end of breakfast business hours. The doubt about whether to win the lottery didn't stay in Yuan Zhou's heart for long. After all, how much is the lottery for men who even refused tens of millions of men.

”Chu Xiao also looked for Master 2. Where can I find the remaining two foreign masters?” Yuan Zhou was itching at the reward of Shandong cuisine.

After looking through the phone book, Yuan Zhou found that his circle of friends was still a little narrow. He sighed that he had to go a little wider in the future.

While thinking, a master of Henan cuisine called Yuanzhou and said it was about a cooking problem and needed to communicate.

As a central plains dish, it is a pity that although he has studied it, he has not mastered it.

Of course, Yuanzhou didn't let the master of Henan cuisine call in vain. After a telephone conversation, he still solved the master's problem.

The words are divided into two ends, and the line of sight comes to the street again.

Zhou Xi looked at Wuhai, then looked at Zheng Jiawei and took a deep breath: ”you really need to practice. You're tired after such a short meeting. Neither jiaweige nor wumenyan are tired. What's your qualification to be tired?”

Who knows how many red egg hair Zhou Xi took in the morning. Anyway, his arms are sore after repeating this action.

”I'll have the red eggs at noon. Xiao Xi, you and Xiao Hai go to boss yuan for dinner.” Zheng Jiawei said as he approached the lunch line.

Zhou Xi immediately said, ”it's all right. I'm not tired. I can send Viagra with my family.”

”No, keep the same action. Your arm will hurt. Don't force it.” Zheng Jiawei said.

”Er... Why don't Viagra and wumenyan hurt?” Zhou Xi is very curious. He is supposed to be younger.

”I was used to suffering when I was a child. As for Xiaohai, when copying famous paintings in the past, a painting was not put down for several hours.” Zheng Jiawei said.

”Hmm? When does wumenyan have to work so hard to imitate famous paintings?” Zhou Xi has been following Wuhai's ass for a long time. His impression is that with inspiration, he can brush and draw a picture.

Zheng Jiawei covered his mouth and smiled: ”although Xiaohai is indeed a genius, it's true, but he can't use the word genius, which obliterates other efforts. Xiaohai has practiced copying many famous paintings before, so his basic skills are very solid.”

Zhou Xi reacted that he was a little naive.