Mixed Miners

There is a Quanjude Roast Duck Restaurant on Wangfujing Street. Three people walked forward and saw a huge antique signboard. The neon lights shimmered, and the three characters of Quanjude were seen from far away. See, and the air seems to be faintly flowing with a strong roast duck scent, Yang Ling suddenly could not help but swallow.

It’s already more than nine o'clock in the evening, but there are still people coming and going on the street. It’s just the beginning of the city’s nightlife. The high-rise buildings are far and near, and the street lights are like the same sun, reflecting the night sky of the emperor’s capital. The colorful and magnificent, the three went into the door of Quanjude, and had not had time to talk. A staff member standing at the door said sorry: "Is the three people coming to eat roast duck? Sorry, today’s share is sold out, If you eat, please hurry up tomorrow!"

Yang Ling looked at the brightly lit hall. There are still many people still eating. He is not only depressed, saying: "Brother, help out, I am so easy to come from the field to taste a new!"

Sorry! The daily limit, until the end of the sale, I can't help! ”

At this time, a few people who came out of the door also seemed to be traveling in the field. The answers were the same as those of Yangling. Sorry, sold out, please eat tomorrow.

Sun Xiaojing Lala Yangling’s sleeve said: “They have this rule, or we have to change places to eat something else!”

Yang Ling smelled the seductive scent and said, "No, I have to count as a fart. I have to eat one today, otherwise I have no face!"

The waiter heard his words and slightly tilted his mouth and said, it must be another official in the field. The second generation of the rich second generation brought a woman to force it. Then he said, "Three, I advise you not to bother, wait. We are going to fight, and the face in the field is not good in the emperor!"

Yang Ling stunned him and said: "Don't despise us, I will give you a local face now, see if it works!"

After Yang Ling took out his mobile phone. Directly dialing Gong Quansheng's phone, only a phone call was connected, and the voice of Gong Quansheng came from the microphone.

"Yang Yangling, what is it?"

"I want to eat Quanjude's roast duck!"

"Call~!" Gong Quansheng seemed to sigh with a sigh of relief and said: "This is not easy. Where are you? How many? I will arrange for you to send it directly to you."

Yang Ling said depressedly: "I am at the door of Quanjude Roast Duck Restaurant on Wangfujing Street. The waiter said that it has been sold out!"

Gong Quansheng said with a smile: "Then I will eat again tomorrow. I will arrange for someone to send you a box of boxes tomorrow morning."

At this moment, Yang Ling’s microphone also heard the voice of an old man: “Grand University, you don’t know the rules of confidentiality? Who is calling?”

“Reporting Vice Chairman Zhang, I am calling Yang Ling. He said that he is eating roast duck at Wangfujing Quanjude Roast Duck Restaurant, but now the roast duck has been bought.”

"Oh! It’s Xiao Yang! This should be arranged. How can the roast duck be sold out? Let Quanjude do a few more."

"Yes~!"

"Right! You are not familiar with the capital, so let me say hello, you let Xiao Yang wait a little while!"

"Yes~!"

Dialogue Yang Ling listened clearly. He couldn't help but wipe the sweat on his forehead. The vice chairman of the Central Military Commission greeted him to eat roast duck. This is estimated to be the first in the country. Estimated how this face is too big!

Yang Ling called the waiter clearly, but he only heard what Yang Ling said. He didn’t know who the other person was. He smiled with a slapstick smile on his face. "Friend. Don't bother, the governor of the field. It’s not good to say hello!"

Yang Ling is too lazy to care for him, turning his eyes and standing next to him, not talking, the people at the feet of the Son of Heaven. The eyes are all on the top of the head, not to mention a waiter, not worthy of talking. Did not wait a few minutes, I saw a few people rushing out of the hall, headed by a middle-aged man in his fifties, dressed in Tang suit, he went to the door and eagerly asked: "Is that person is Mr. Yang Ling? ”

Yang Ling pointed to her nose and said, "I am!"

The middle-aged man quickly stepped forward and held Yang Ling’s hand and said excitedly: "Ah~! Hello Mr. Yang, I am the manager of Quanjude, the surname of Wang, I am sorry, please ask some of you!"

So Yang Ling did not bother to look at the waiter, accompanied the two beautiful women into the hall, under the leadership of the manager of the surname Wang, went to a private room on the second floor to sit down, less than five minutes, a few roast ducks were sent in, bowls The ingredients of the dishes quickly filled a large table. Three people dressed in white coats and high chef hats came along with the same one. Manager Wang smiled and explained to the three: "These three are the specials of our Quanjude. Chef, they will serve you today, if you have a poor care, please Haihan."

The so-called hand does not smile, Yang Ling smells the smell of roast duck at this time, the index finger has moved, and quickly waved his hand and said: "Manager Wang is not polite, you go to work, we will come!"

"Okay, good, three slow!" When Manager Wang went out, he glanced at the three chefs and then carefully closed the door.

Under Yang Ling's instructions, the three chefs began to move with the knife, and soon the roast duck slices on the plate were piled neatly in a thin piece of meat, which was very careful to pack the knife away.

"The squad leader, there is a little sister, let's eat!" Yang Ling smiled and made a gesture~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then he unknowingly put a piece of duck into his mouth with chopsticks and chew a few times. Frowning and talking to himself: "Smell the smell, it is not good to eat!"

Sun Xiaojing looked at him with a small mouth, and the beautiful big eyes smiled and bent.

Xiao Xiaotou smiled and almost lost her chopsticks. She put her head in Sun Xiaojing's ear and said, "Sister, where is your classmate? Curious, roast duck will not eat ~!"

Her words, of course, Yang Ling heard it, and raised her head and asked: "How? Is there a special emphasis on the cooking of the roast duck in Quanjude?"

Sun Xiaojing sneaked a sneak peek, elegantly picking up a dough, then using chopsticks to pick up a few cut thin green onions, put the miso on the dough, and then pick up a piece of duck meat on a few The material is also placed on the dough, and finally the dough is rolled up and handed to the front of Yang Ling, gentlely said: "Come, try this way!"

Yang Ling took it in doubt and took a bite in his mouth. He closed his eyes and reluctantly nodded. The sauce and the seasoning plus the green onion were indeed much better than eating duck meat, but they were just delicious. However, there is absolutely no way he can imagine that he can't forget the drooling. (To be continued.)