High-profile King

In the midsummer season, the very hot weather in a few days in a year came to Xiangbei, and the road was white and white, and it was almost possible to fry eggs.

The middle section of Yefeng Street inhabited by the indigenous peoples of Nanyang is buzzed with air-conditioning in the ‘Zhang Lingjiao Dining Hall’, which is an old warehouse with an area of ​​more than 2,000 square meters, to disperse the heat.

In the dining area, in front of rows of horizontal tables and chairs, hundreds of women and children, old and weak, and a handful of young people with thick skins, grilled with rice spoon and soy sauce bibimbap , Drinking kelp soup, eating happily.

Although the food is very simple or even rudimentary, the soy sauce is mixed with hot lard, and the peanuts and soybeans are also soft and rotten in the stock soup, and the taste is quite good.

Peanuts and soybeans are both oily plants. With rice rich in starch, they are also very nutritious and full. In this extraordinary period, it is already rare for the Xiangyuan civilian class. delicious.

In the kitchen of the meal hall, Zhang Jiao, who came to help the chef in a high-profile, held a large iron pan and steamed hundreds of pounds of rice.

After taking a break, I was about to go out to see the queue outside.

Seeing Dou Wan'er walked toward herself with a stainless steel lunch box, he cared: "Host Zhang, it's already noon. Let's do something after eating."

Listening to her saying this, Zhang Jiao was really hungry. Looking around, he walked to the middle of the two windows where the meals were served and sat directly on the floor. He leaned against the wall and smiled at Dou Wan'er: "Bring the rice, Pea M."

"Such a simple shape is very suitable for publicity. Would you like me to take a few pictures for you and post them online?" Dou Waner strolled forward and squatted down beside Zhang Jiao, helping him open the lunch boxes one by one, while whispering.

Although the food in the lunch box is home-cooked, it looks very rich. The braised pig's feet, the fried duck skin with duck egg, the fried shrimp... with the clam soup, it smells delicious.

"No, the propaganda photos I have asked the editors of the "Ledu.com" to edit and posted on the website." Zhang Jiao waved his hand and said: "Pea M, you let me come to Yefeng Street to help your neighborhood eat dinner , I have done it.

Now it’s time for me to tell Director Hong’s message. "

Dou Wan'er peeled a shrimp and put it in Zhang Jiao's bowl, explaining: "Actually, I want you to come to Yefeng Street to see for yourself how the situation in Xiangbei Garbage Community is messed up.

I don't know where the rumors came from now, saying that the closer you are to the alien area, the more dangerous it is, causing people in the middle of Xiangyuan to flock north.

Many people came to Xiangbei in one breath, unable to find work and spend their savings, and could only take relief.

If the government is unable to provide relief, it will become a tramp. I feel that the next step will naturally become a criminal.

This is often the case for those who line up outside the ‘meal hall’ and wait for white food.

When I first came to sleep on Yefeng Street, it seemed very honest.

Now that I have gathered in groups and the number of people is increasing, the situation has changed, and many guys are clamoring for dinner.

You saw it just now, and almost got into a fight with our children on the street.

Host Zhang, where is your social status, and what kind of approachability is actually still living in a bright and beautiful world, many of which are really invisible.

It seems that many of Xiangyuan’s ‘Zhang Lingjiao Meal Hall’ have become time bombs at any time, which may trigger negative group disturbances at any time, turning your good intentions into bad things.

Instead, the reputation is ruined.

You have to think of countermeasures in time. "

Zhang Jiaowen stunned for a moment, and said doubtfully: "Your suggestion is very reasonable, just put it forward to me.

Why do you have to use Uncle Tianbao's message as a bargaining chip and send me to Yefeng Street? "

"Because I miss the days when we worked together, I want to do the morning with you again." Dou Wan'er lowered his head and said softly.

"Come again, come again, you can't touch me again, it's embarrassing to **** people like this." Zhang Jiao used to pry his mouth, as he used to chew on the trotters.

"I'm telling the truth." Dou Wan'er raised his head and responded with a very serious attitude. Afterwards, Feng Feng said, "Actually, I feel that Director Hong had foreseen something before going to the Black Continent this time.

That's why I stayed on the pretext of your absence.

I also dragged out members of the show crew or members who were particularly young like me.

He asked me to tell you that I am very happy to meet you, and he has treated you as a dry son in his heart.

Calling you, sending a telegram, or writing a letter saying that this kind of thing is too formal and does not meet his personal design, so I entrusted me to spread the word and let you treat him like an old man.

If something happens to him, be sure to build a clothes mound for him, and then burn tens of billions of ingot candles in front of the tomb every year to let him spend in the underworld. "

Zhang Jiao Wen Yan's eyes widened and said dissatisfiedly: "What, this old guy's message is to let me be his son, but also to repair graves and burn paper money for him, really does not make sense."

In fact, there was a taste of mixed flavors in my heart, and I secretly thought: "Uncle Tianbao is really stubborn. Before I left Nanyang last time, I repeatedly reminded him not to go to the Black Continent again.

But he just didn't listen and didn't know what happened now.

It stands to reason that the locals of Nanyang have already restored contact with the Blackland Pioneers, so why haven't they seen the program team come back?

Was the catastrophe mentioned by Chong Qianjiu the last time, it should actually be on the entire program crew. I hid in the past, but they were looting. ", the expression unconsciously became sad and sad.

Seeing this, Dou Wan'er didn't speak anymore, and quietly peeled the shrimps, torn the pork ribs, and put them in the Zhangjiao bowl, which was already ignorant of food.

When Zhang Jiao filled her stomach and recovered, her squatting legs were numb and her **** sat on the ground, silently rubbing her calf.

Zhang Jiao felt a little embarrassed when he saw it, agitating the power of Qi and Blood in his body and gently patting Dou Wan'er's leg, shaking the numbness, and said softly: "Thank you."

"No~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dou Wan'er shyly smiled, got up and packed up the lunch box, said: "I have to write a manuscript in the afternoon, but it's just coming. "

Waving his hand towards Zhang Jiao, he turned and walked out of the dining hall through the back door.

"It's too poor to be in this shape, and I still want to make lunch for me. Even if it belongs to the unpredictable'fine point', it is also half a true love powder." Watching her leave, Zhang Jiao murmured to himself.

He took out his cell phone and told his men to prepare a lot of fresh ingredients. After being delivered to Dou Wan'er's house, he got up and moved the steamed rice to the table. He turned and walked towards the back door of the dining hall.

The blazing sun was empty.

Thousands of people in ragged clothes, even on the face and neck can see the dry sweat stains, men and women of different genders, old and small, and blind flow of young and old, huddled together in front of the main entrance of the dining hall.

Zhang Jiao went to Main Street to see this scene, frowning involuntarily, a gloomy face but nothing to do.

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