gluttonous adventure king

Chapter 40 Ship!ferry!ferry!ferry!
"Brother Gun, to be honest, do you have a girlfriend now?"

Fang Hong looked at the storm outside the window: "Love is like the first sunshine after the rain. The sun penetrates the green leaves, falls on the ground, and falls on you. At this time, you find that another person is also in the sun." Underneath, the crisp and neat attire, the lazy smile, and the intersecting eyes can no longer be separated."

"When we parted, it was like the sky was getting darker and the rain was pouring. You didn't have an umbrella, and you stood at the door of TA, thinking whether to knock on the door like before, but no, you didn't do anything, just stood in the rain all the time. "

"The me now may not be in front of that door anymore, but I am still facing the pouring rain, looking for the direction of home." Fang Hong looked at the storm outside the cockpit: "I am still in the storm, desperately trying to find a chance leave."

Sadness has never been a character in the live broadcast room, and the rich mother stepped forward: "Come on, come on, which girl will give us a little sunshine after the rain? Let our gun brother shine again!"

"Ah!" Fang Hong moaned without illness: "At this moment and this scene, I miss a poem, 'I don't feel the dawn when I sleep in spring, and I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall.'"

"Nimma, this has something to do with this situation."

Fang Hong pretended to be coercive: "Do you think Meng Haoran is too busy, sleeps late in the spring, wakes up in the morning to listen to the birds, and counts the petals after listening to the birds."

As programmers, white-collar workers, and blue-collar workers, the third-tier strugglers who are struggling in the first-tier cities told Fang Hong in unison: "Meng Haoran wrote this poem on a spring weekend."

Fang Hong: "Oh, man Meng Haoran has spring on Sunday, but I don't have Sunday on my pipe, and I don't have time to spring."

"Brother Gun, you should use adventure instead of xingshenghuo. In theory, delicious food can make people secrete a lot of dopamine, which makes people feel happy, and there is no sense of fatigue after huan.ai, only satisfaction." Speaking of this, Fang Hong The topic changed: "So I think it's better to shoot. After all, all organs are created equal, and we can't just let the tongue take advantage."

"That's right, Brother Gun, what you said is right, the tongue also gets tired sometimes."

"Yaoshou! Is Chaoguan here? A certain anchor drives a live broadcast and earns a million dollars a week!"

Fang Hong laughed loudly: "As a manual laborer, I need to ensure a large amount of dopamine secretion to maintain control over my muscles. Therefore, my buddies will not let go of anything that feels good to do!"

"I heard that surfing in the storm is so cool, Brother Gun will demonstrate one!"

"I'm talking about the refreshing method of secreting dopamine, not the refreshing method of jumping off a cliff to die. Brother, hurry up and make an appointment with a psychiatrist for treatment, maybe there is still hope."

Fang Hong easily diverted the topic far away, and avoided talking about relationship issues.

You talk to me about feelings, and I talk to you about gunfire.

Ashamed of the past: "Brother Gun, have you ever thought that your goal is to promote diner cuisine, you can open a restaurant, and if you are the chef, all the brothers will come to support you."

Fang Hong smiled: "If you want to promote cuisine, you need to open a hotel or restaurant, then if you like sports, you need to open a gym, if you like plants, you need to open a vegetable stall, and if you like animals, you need to open a butcher shop? , I can only go to Xijiao City."

"Dreams and hobbies, if you use them to make money, you've gone astray. Don't believe that treating hobbies as work will make you work harder. Those people in ancient times who became emperors after desperate struggles really When the power is all over the world, is there one who is happy?"

"If you want to promote food, you should open a hotel or a restaurant. That is the biggest blow to your dreams. To open a hotel or a restaurant, you must aim to make money. This is the duty of the owner. When the time comes , what diners like, what they don’t like, what you do and what you don’t do, it’s not your choice.”

"I have never looked down on any RB Michelin three-star chef, 'I design a menu every day, I like to eat, I don't like to get out'. Let me tell you the truth, the world is big, and there are many people who are better at cooking than them. There are too many people to count, and there are only a few people pulling [-] to reject customers. Isn’t it the same as coming out to sell and setting up a memorial archway, and coming out to be a cook and returning your own selection list?”

"I never wanted to open a store. Before me, those famous seniors of mine tried to open a store. Now everyone knows or eats the boiled cabbage and milk soup Suhui that I mentioned. Cuisine? The power of one person is very weak. What I hope is to let everyone understand this cuisine, and after they really understand Sichuan cuisine, they can choose whether they like this cuisine. I don’t force it, but just guide it.”

"If my video, my live broadcast, and the broadcast of the TV station can make tens of millions of people see these things, and if 32% of them like them, then at least there will be a population base of several million people. The market? How can there be thousands of Furongcheng cuisine restaurants born to cater to the market? There are [-] food and beverage stores in CD alone, can’t support a thousand stores?”

"As long as there are a thousand shops, Furong City, a cuisine that was born when the city was built 3000 years ago, can be passed down."

There is endless darkness ahead, turbulent waves, and big waves will wash up on the deck from time to time, and the weather is horribly cold.

But Fang Hong opened his heart and chatted with everyone about ideal issues.

Fang Hong looked at the camera: "During the long program, I will cook all the dishes that are on the verge of being lost one by one. Those who know how to cook can naturally learn, and they can also use the authentic Sichuan cuisine of Furong City. The brand sells, and everything is fine. 1000 years ago, cooking dishes were all over the CD overnight. 100 years ago, Nantang dishes sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain. 30 years ago, Mala Tang and hot pot swept the country. Who knows the taste of the next one? What could it be? Even if people really don’t want to eat it now, one day someone wants to eat it, click on this video and see how these dishes are made, these dishes are not considered lost.”

Why is the live broadcast room called a car to the food world?Why is the anchor ID called the sense of mission of the smoking gun?

At this moment, Shuiyou understood the reason.

Maybe Fang Hong, who is proficient in culinary skills, will never have the opportunity to open a restaurant in his life. Maybe one day hibiscus will be picked all over the country, and Fang Hong will retire after success and open a fly restaurant for the rest of his life?
Who knows?

This is a war without teammates and without gunpowder.

Fang Hong will use countless methods to make everyone who passes by become a part of himself, become his supporter, and become the confidence of Furongcai.

Big waves are rolling like drums.

Is this an ambitious wish?Not counting, isn't it said that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen?As a cook, we are not so high-end.

A few sea miles away, a ray of light pointed in this direction, pierced through the surging waves, and swayed for a while.

Just one click, but everyone can see it.

"lightning?"

"What's the lightning in winter? Do you think that Thor, the god of thunder, was born?"

The waves were choppy, and it was difficult to let this light path flow for a moment. Five minutes later, another light came.

Fang Hong and Federosson looked at each other: "Which ship is it?"

It was the wrecked ship that had been smashed to pieces by the big waves in Federosson's and Fang Hong's imagination.

"Can you help?" Maybe Fang Hong's question should be changed to, can you help?

Fedrosong took a deep breath: "The night before yesterday, you flew out of the cabin and saved an albatross. Don't I have the courage to save a group of humans who are in trouble?"

The ship was [-]% doing SOS, but the light couldn't get through.

"radio!"

There was a signal from the radio, intermittently: "Here... Ruth, click... the research ship... do you... hear... aid..." That scientific research ship is called Ambien Ruth!

Fedrosson picked up the radio: "This is the Tarita. We are five nautical miles northeast of you. We have received the signal. How are you doing now?"

"Here... Anbin... not good... a hole... a circuit... out of balance, click, click... we...beep..."

"Deviate to the southwest to adjust the course, [-] degrees, advance at full speed, notify the rear warehouse, start the second engine!"

Without the power of the reserve engine, it was impossible for Tarita to get past.

Twenty-eight minutes later, Farr chanted from the side: "Boat! Boat! Boat! Boat!"

(End of this chapter)