Entertainment: The Start was Signed by Boss Yang

In an instant, her beautiful eyes flashed brightly.

Smooth and tender meat, fat but not greasy, slightly sweet taste, soft and melt in the mouth, endless aftertaste.

Take a bite, and even when you breathe, the nasal cavity is full of strong fragrance.

Moreover, there are green peppers specially added by Zou Wenping in the meat paste.

This kind of green pepper is not spicy at all, but it is as crisp as a cucumber when chewed, and it has a fruity and vegetable fragrance.

"Wow, it's delicious' 々!"

“I have never eaten such delicious food!”

"No wonder so many people are queuing up to buy!"

"Grandpa, you are because this Roujiamo is so delicious."

"Is that why you cried?"

After hearing this.

Mr. Wu waved his hand and smiled.

"How is that possible? Oh!"

He often sighed.

Then he said earnestly.

"Roujiamo, I remember the last time I ate it was decades ago."

"At that time, I went to Singapore with my father."

"Before I left, my father bought me such a Roujiamo."

"It was poor at that time, everyone was poor, and there were many people who could not afford food."

"So Roujiamo has become a very luxurious food."

"I still remember that Roujiamo, I ate it for a whole day!"

"Later, when I arrived in Singapore, I never ate this food."

"If I hadn't read the news yesterday, I would have forgotten that there is such a thing as Roujiamo in the world!"

After seeing the Roujiamo in his hand.

Mr. Wu's memories of the past were all highlighted.

Say it all.

The food in memory is actually the taste of home.

For people like Mr. Wu who are wandering in a foreign land.

Home is the harbor in memory.

A dusty old photo.

Back then, under the general background, in order to survive.

Many people have left their homes and traveled across the oceans.

In a foreign country, put on your wealth and life to work hard.

Time flies, most of the youths who were young at the time are now very old.

Some people have even withdrawn from their lives.

For them, in the deepest part of the soul, or a long time ago, the taste of home!

...

Mr. Wu is also there, the memory of that year.

Almost when I can't think of it.

It was awakened by a Roujiamo, the taste deep in the memory.

Touch the deepest, softest part of your heart.

That's why he burst into tears.

Wu Xiaohuan quickly persuaded.

"Grandpa, don't get too excited."

"¨If you like food so much, pack some when we leave the day after tomorrow."

Mr. Wu thought for a while.

"Does that shop still cook other Xia Guo dishes?"

Wu Xiaohuan nodded.

"They're a Chinese restaurant."

"Should be able to cook a lot of dishes."

"Do you have anything else you want to eat?"

Mr. Wu smiled.

"I'm afraid you haven't heard of the few things I want to eat!"

After all, Wu Xiaohuan grew up in his new home since childhood.

Although there are quite a lot of Chinese in that place.

However, in terms of dishes, it is not so comprehensive.

And the taste is not so authentic.

There are some, the taste of memory in the flesh and blood, which cannot be produced by ordinary restaurants.

Wu Xiaohuan also understood this.

Then took out the phone.

"Grandpa, how about this?"

"Xiaoman happened to be in that restaurant, I'll give her a call."

"You tell (Qian's) Xiaoman what you want to eat, and let her pass it on to the chef."

"Let's see if he can do it."

Um?

Only then did Mr. Wu react.

Yes.

I went out with two granddaughters, why did I come back with one?

Just patronizing recalling the past.

But he didn't pay attention, and lost a granddaughter.

If Wu Xiaoman knew, she would have fainted in the toilet.

Mr. Wu asked strangely.

"Where's Xiaoman?"

"Why didn't he come back with you?"

Wu Xiaohuan snorted angrily.

"Forget about that girl."

"If you mention it, I'll be on fire!"

"The owner of this Chinese restaurant is a celebrity named Zou Wenping."

"Xiaoman happened to be his fan, and then she stayed in the Chinese restaurant and helped sell Roujiamo!"

...

Ask for flowers, ask for monthly tickets, ask for evaluation tickets!

Spring sleep does not feel dawn, flowers must not be less! .

Chapter 550

After hearing this.

Mr. Wu is happy.

"Haha, what?"

"My granddaughter is selling Roujiamo?"

"Hahaha, this picture is so funny when you think about it!"

"By the way, you said star? What star?

? "

Wu Xiaohuan also said with some doubts.

"It's a man named Zou Wenping."

"Xiaoman has always loved listening to his songs."

"After seeing the real person today, I really fell in love with it."

"Two cows can't pull her away!"

"By the way, these Roujiamo are all made by that star himself!"

oh?

Mr. Wu raised his eyebrows.

"How can a star make such delicious food?"

"It's a bit unbelievable!"

"Xiaohuan, call Xiaoman."

"Look at that Chinese restaurant, can you make the dishes I want!"

Wu Xiaohuan nodded.

Turn on the phone and find Wu Xiaoman's number.

...

This is the Chinese restaurant.

Zou Wenping and the others just came back from the pier after getting some bread.

Drive the truck back and forth.

Wu Xiaoman and Mali Twelve also squeezed into the truck.

Plus five people from the Chinese restaurant, and a follow-up photographer.

There were a total of eight people sitting behind the truck!

Both Wu Xiaoman 800 and Mali Twelve knew that they were recording.

A program called "Chinese Restaurant".

but.

The two of them didn't matter.

After all, they are all people who have seen the big world, and Xia Guo's TV show.

For the Hispanics and the New Jaipurs.

It's all a little far away.

The bodyguard of Mali Twelve, who was following behind in a luxury car.

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