A Different Husband Every Day

After taking two dishes, there was still a small bowl left in the pot. Many people looked at it eagerly, but they were embarrassed to speak.

Wang Wei squeezed in and rubbed his hands together: Chairman... can you give me a taste of what's in the pot?

He saw that Li Weiyin had no intention of eating, so he came over cheekily. Although he was full, he was hungry again after smelling the aroma, especially Li Weiyin's egg fried rice, which not only smelled delicious, but also wrapped in egg flowers With rice, like a blossoming flower, it is really beautiful.

He felt that if he didn't take a bite today, he would feel bad about whatever he ate for a long time to come.

Okay. Li Weiyin was easy to speak, and took a plate for him to pack.

Because there are not many, there is no way to hold it tightly in the bowl, and it can't be buckled, so it can only be placed directly on the plate.

The others felt sorry for seeing Li Weiyin so easy to talk, and hated themselves for not speaking sooner.

Li Weiyin and Xu Yimo returned to the place where they had dinner just now, and Wang Boxi and Wang Wei also followed.

It's so delicious! Wang Wei ate it into his mouth, almost biting his tongue, I didn't know that egg fried rice can be so delicious!

In fact, Wang Wei often eats fried rice with eggs, because he has graduated and worked alone, and often cooks by himself. It was only after he came here that he ate with everyone. In the past month, he had scrambled rice with fried eggs for half a month.

I always thought that egg fried rice is just like that, and you can turn out a flower?

Now it seems that it can really turn out a flower.

Now I understand what you said in your review that day. Wang Boxi ate slowly, and didn't feel no appetite right now.

Mr. Xu didn't bother to pay attention to them, and buried himself in eating.

Actually, several masters are better than me in craftsmanship. I just commented on a few people who are not as good as me. Li Weiyin didn't dare to take it too seriously.

There were so many chefs applying for the job this time, and Cao Jian's egg fried rice was not inferior to Li Weiyin's.

What's more, the other master chefs, Li Weiyin accepted them all, because the masters had their own strengths in their crafts, and Li Weiyin hadn't made up his mind yet about who to choose to be the family chef at Xu's house.

The chef mainly took care of Xu Yimo. They only went home at night. Mrs. Xu often didn't come back to eat at night. Li Weiyin felt that she might not have time to come back to eat at night.

It's a bit of a waste of talent to bring it back, it's not particularly good, and Li Weiyin felt that she would definitely not be able to satisfy Xu Yimo's pickiness. have a look.

A serving of fried rice with eggs, the three of them ate to their hearts' content, and Wang Wei licked his plate.

After licking the plate, Wang Wei didn't feel ashamed, but thought of one thing: Chairman, I have an idea, I don't know if it's mature, but I just want to tell you and Mr. Wang.

Tell me. Li Weiyin inserted a straw into the sour plum soup and handed it to Mr. Xu.

This unique treatment finally made Mr. Xu look better.

About six or seven minutes' walk from here is a village, with about seventy or eighty households. Wang Wei organized some words, I have visited before, and these farmers grow crops, vegetables and fruits, and raise animal.

Wang Wei paused for a moment before he continued: Most of these people are elderly people, and young people go out to work. I remember the chairman said before that 'do not use materials from all over the world'. Can we directly control the ingredients?