Naruto: Big Foodie

Wash and chop the leeks, peel the oysters, take the meat, and cut them into pieces, not too small, otherwise it will be hard to taste the freshness. Mix the leeks and oysters together, add an appropriate amount of salt, cooking oil, fish sauce, etc. and mix well, wrap them in dumpling skins medium, and steam for eight minutes.

The leek and oyster dumplings are so delicious that it's hard to describe. Wang Xiaoming's cheeks are bulging when he eats it.

Yang Ming said, "Don't talk when you eat."

Wang Xiaoming glanced at him, feeling that he had been taught a lesson as Wang Bing, and could not help but quietly rolled his eyes. He finished the three baskets of eighteen steamed dumplings brought by Yang Ming, burped, and went over to ask about the situation: "It's so delicious, I don't feel tired at all. How does this sell?" He licked the corner of his mouth, as if there was still a piece of oyster left there.

Zhao Xiaoyang said: "It sold very well. Many people asked us to supply it for a long time in the future, but the master said that we would not do it in the future."

"Why?" Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Ming puzzled.

Yang Ming didn't speak, and Zhao Xiaoyang said, "Master said that oysters are going to go out of the market. Now the oysters are not fat enough, and we have to wait until the second half of the year."

Wang Xiaoming licked his mouth, still unfinished, this appetite is really enough, for several months. Ergou came back from the holiday in two days. When the time comes, I can buy some and cook it myself. It’s always alright not to sell it, and I won’t smash the sign, hehe.

At about 11:00 noon, Haibawang's employees started to eat lunch. The lunch was nothing special, except that there was an extra serving of stewed chicken with wolfberry than usual.

During dinner, the staff meal included a loach tofu soup. While eating, Wang Xiaoming heard a slightly older cook smile slyly: "This is a good thing, eat more and make up for it."

Lao Jiang answered: "I'd better eat less, my wife is not here, where is the fire?"

The employees of Haibawang are on board and lodging, and those who cannot go home live in the house that Wang Xiaoming rented for them.

Wang Xiaoming was drinking loach soup when he suddenly realized that they were talking about loach, and immediately said, "..."

Because this loach soup was made by Yang Ming, and it tasted so good, he couldn't help drinking an extra bowl. He glanced awkwardly at the other people on the table. Those who understood were laughing, and those who didn't understood were eating. Yang Ming himself was drinking loach soup, and even Wang Bing was drinking soup with relish. Yang Ming saw A glance at Wang Xiaoming: "Do you still want it?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head sharply: "No need, I'm full."

Before closing at night, the last group of people who stay in usually have a late-night snack, most of which are sugar water or something. Before closing tonight, Yang Ming told everyone: "You go back first, let's come. Just tidy up."

When the head chef spoke, everyone dared not to obey, and left without even having supper. Wang Xiaoming went to pack up, check the doors and windows, water and electricity, while Yang Ming didn't come out in the kitchen. After checking the outside, Wang Xiaoming went into the kitchen and saw that he was still busy in front of the stove: "Are you really making me a late-night snack?"

Yang Ming said: "Of course, it wasn't agreed long ago."

"Then it's not just for me to make it. Since we made a late-night snack, we should ask everyone to eat together." Wang Xiaoming said.

Yang Ming opened the casserole for the soup and stirred it with a spoon. Wang Xiaoming smelled a strange fragrance. He sniffed: "What are you stewing? It's weird."

Yang Ming didn't answer him, he closed the lid again, turned off the fire and continued to simmer.

Wang Xiaoming walked over and said, "By the way, the mouse called me again at night to ask about the photo you posted. Are you willing?"

Yang Ming glanced at him: "Go back and give it to you."

"It's in a hurry over there, you're better, you are so leisurely."

Wang Xiaoming shrugged helplessly. He really couldn't do anything about him: "I'd better take a picture of you and send it to the mouse. Turn around and I'll take it for you."

Wang Xiaoming walked over and pulled Yang Ming to face him.

Yang Ming looked at the ground expressionlessly, and Wang Xiaoming said, "Look at the camera."

Yang Ming raised his eyes and looked at Wang Xiaoming, still expressionless, Wang Xiaoming knew he couldn't ask for more, so he took a picture of him: "Okay, I'll send it to the mouse tomorrow."

Yang Ming turned around, took the soup down, lifted the lid, scooped out a bowl, and placed it in front of Wang Xiaoming: "Eat it."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the chrysanthemum-shaped thing in the bowl: "What is this? Squid?"

Yang Ming said, "Yes."

Wang Xiaoming picked up a spoon to scoop a little bit and put it to his mouth: "There is no squid smell, but there is a beef smell."

"It's stewed with beef broth." Yang Ming said, he also scooped a bowl and drank it with him.

Wang Xiaoming drank a little, and was immediately attracted by the mellow and refreshing taste. It was so delicious. He scooped a few spoons, and found that there were wolfberry in it, and saw another thing: "What is this? It's like Cordyceps, right, Yang Ming?"

"right."

Wang Xiaoming sighed: "It's too extravagant to actually eat Cordyceps."

"There is no shortage of money now, let's nourish it." Yang Ming said indifferently.

Wang Xiaoming didn't say anything, this soup is really delicious, the squid can't taste the squid, the taste is soft, not the crisp of squid: "This is not squid, right?"

"Yes, I've dealt with it." Yang Ming said without changing his face.

Wang Xiaoming didn't bother anymore. Anyway, it was delicious. He drank two bowls in one go and gave Yang Ming the rest. Fortunately, Wang Bing had already slept, otherwise he would be clamoring to eat. It's too late for a child. Eating is not good, easy to accumulate food.

After drinking the soup, Wang Xiaoming felt hot on his body, he wiped his forehead, sweating: "This day is not suitable for drinking hot soup, it's too hot."

Yang Ming said: "Okay, pack your things and go back."

Wang Xiaoming was about to hug Wang Bing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and was picked up by Yang Ming: "Turn off the lights and lock the door."

Wang Xiaoming closed the door and went to push the tricycle. Yang Ming looked at the rusted car and couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth: "Hurry up and learn to drive, you have to buy a car."

These tricycles are not even useful for grocery shopping now. They all pack a van for grocery shopping, and the tricycle is completely reduced to their means of transportation. They were also ridiculed countless times by Zhong Yanhong, saying that you can't drive, so let's change to an electric car anyway. Wang Xiaoming felt that electric vehicles are no better than tricycles. Sooner or later, they will be eliminated. It is better to deal with tricycles first, not to mention that tricycles have multiple wheels.

Wang Xiaoming drove the car at the maximum speed. Fortunately, there were no cars on the street at this time. Otherwise, it would be very dangerous for him to drive like this. Even Yang Ming, who has always been calm, couldn't help but remind him: "Slow down, pay attention. Safety."

Wang Xiaoming slowed down the car a little bit, then picked up speed again after a while: "It doesn't matter, there is no car, I will pay attention to safety."

He was dead hot, drive faster to cool off, and go back to take a bath earlier.

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