Liuxiang

In the evening, the cold wind was blowing on the street. Everyone walking on the street covered their mouths and noses with masks, turned up their collars, and hurried to and fro against the cold wind.

Inside the restaurant, when the hot soup entered his throat, Wang Zhenjiang first felt numb in his mouth, then a stream of heat slid down his esophagus into his stomach, and then, a burst of hot air suddenly rose in his stomach, as if he was in the midst of winter Suddenly occupied a small stove, and the stove was still glowing and heating in his body!

With the appetite of a rough man like Wang Zhenjiang, he was surprised for a while.

While his mouth was sizzling because of the spicy and spicy, he couldn't help bringing the soup to his mouth again, drinking it one mouthful after another; in addition to the refreshing soup, the ingredients in the soup were also cooked just right, konjac and white The radish is crisp and sour, the fungus and kelp are smooth after a sip, and the remaining lean meat is not known how to cook it, but it is very tender and smooth after one bite.

Unknowingly, Wang Zhenjiang's appetite developed, and he had already eaten half a bowl of hot and sour soup.

It was at this time that another person walked into the small restaurant.

It was a middle-aged woman, wearing a dark red down jacket that reached her knees, her long hair was tied into a bun behind her head.

She seemed to be looking for someone. The first step when she entered the store was not to look at the owner or the menu in the restaurant, but at the only customer sitting by the wall.

Just at this time, Wang Zhenjiang also raised his head from the bowl, and also saw this woman.

As soon as the two saw each other, Wang Zhenjiang's complexion suddenly changed, and there was a circle of sweat on his forehead. He didn't know whether it was because of the hot and sour soup or because the person in front of him was anxious.

The next moment, he put down the bowl in his wrist, rubbed his hands together and said, "...wife, why are you here?"

The woman stood at the door with no expression on her face: "I see that you don't go home to eat every day, so I thought you found another place where you can eat."

Wang Zhenjiang was very embarrassed, and while looking at Yi Baitang, he scolded: "Where did you go, it's nothing! Why don't I just sit here? I don't have much appetite for the food at home recently, so I just came out to improve it... "

The woman turned a deaf ear and continued, "Today I went to your workplace to look for you. The leader of your company met me and said something..."

Wang Zhenjiang's expression changed.

But the woman rushed forward at this moment, slapped Wang Zhenjiang with her hands without thinking, and scolded at the same time: "Isn't it possible to be fired? Didn't you get fired when you were young? How long have you been doing this job?" Huh? At worst, let’s set up a small stall and go there early. Why can’t we support ourselves now? Do you know that you go out early and come back late every day, and I thought you were going to bring a vixen back. Let me tell you, if you dare to do this, The old lady tore you and the little goblin alive!"

His wife's messy sentences came out one after another like machine gun bullets. At first, Wang Zhenjiang was embarrassed mixed with anger, but as he talked more and more, the concealed things were revealed one by one, and his demeanor gradually changed. He heard his wife's voice hoarse and said: "I also thought about whether you have some terminal illness..."

"What are you thinking?" Wang Zhenjiang felt uncomfortable. "Women like to think wildly, drink hot soup, let alone other things. I have eaten enough in the past two days. I will go home for dinner tomorrow."

As he spoke, he pushed half a bowl of hot and sour soup at his wife, then turned his head and said to Yi Baitang, who had been standing behind the bar, "Boss, let's cook two dishes and serve two bowls of rice. Eat here."

From the moment the middle-aged woman walked in, the glass door opened in the small restaurant was not closed.

The cold wind blows straight in, blowing the heat from the room and the hot and sour soup outside.

Yi Baitang didn't care about the affairs between husband and wife, and he hadn't had time to go out and close the door, so he could only take a step back, tucked his neck into his collar to resist the cold wind, and said coldly, "Today there is no cooking, only rice."

Wang Zhenjiang: "..." This boss is so awesome.

Fortunately, he had just untied his knot just now, and this is the place where he ate for a week, and he didn't want to cause any unpleasantness, so he said, "Then serve a bowl of rice first, and more of this hot and sour soup."

Yi Baitang gave a "hmm" and was just about to take action when a new customer walked in through the glass door. It turned out that the quarreling and scolding between husband and wife in the small restaurant unknowingly attracted the attention of the people around him, and it was also happening. At this time, the smell of hot and sour soup was blown out of the room by the cold wind again, and the fragrance filled half the alley. When the people who were attracted here smelled the smell, their mouths subconsciously salivated, and then they walked in by accident: "Boss, bring me a bowl of soup too."

"I'll have a bowl too!"

"I'm coming too!"

During the conversation, three or five guests entered the small restaurant in a row, and immediately crowded the small shop to the brim. Each person said a sentence, so that Yi Baitang didn't know who to listen to.

Yi Baitang was confused.

But at this time, Wang Zhenjiang saw that it was not good, and squeezed forward to add to the chaos: "Boss, we are old acquaintances, you can serve me another soup first, and let's talk about rice!"

Other guests: "Boss, I'm the first one to come in, what are you dawdling about? Hurry up!"

Yi Baitang: "..."

Even if he has four arms and three mouths, he can't handle so many people and problems!

At the critical moment, Yi Baitang was in a hurry and answered wittily:

"This restaurant offers self-service. A bowl of hot and sour soup costs five yuan, and a bowl of rice costs one yuan. The bowls and chopsticks are here, you can do what you want."

After all, he didn't even care about the most critical issue of collecting money, and turned around and left the small shop in a stalwart manner.

The rest of the guests: "..." This boss is really awesome!

But anyway, the food is put in the pot, and it is never a problem whether someone collects the money. This time, everyone is automatically self-conscious. When a line is lined up, they go up to make soup and rice, and there will inevitably be "Bastard, you took me" halfway. Innocuous episodes such as "Damn, I came first", "Don't make trouble, are you going to insert a light bulb between me and my girlfriend?" The guests who took their seats did not delay for a moment, buried their heads in the bowl and chopsticks in the scent of the room, first took a sip of the hot soup, felt the small flames rising from their stomachs, then mixed the rice into the soup, and took a bite, The rice grains are plump, the juice is rich, and the price is very cheap, happy o(*￣▽￣*)o, until a roar suddenly sounded in the restaurant: "Are you kidding, there are only a few people, and there is no rice in the pot?!"

Can a restaurant without food still be called a restaurant?What about its dignity and glory as a hotel? !

Inside the restaurant, the guests who were still queuing up were blown away, but the boss had disappeared long ago.

Outside the hotel, after Yi Baitang left the hotel, he saw Shang Huaiyan behind the restaurant before taking two steps. He was about to step forward when he heard a conversation coming from the front. He found that there was still a person standing beside Shang Huaiyan.

The voice was coming intermittently from the front, and the person standing next to Shang Huaiyan said: "Mr. Shang, you haven't finished reading today's contract. If you don't sign this million-dollar profit contract, it will be ruined... "

Shang Huaiyan roughly said something, and there was a hissing sound in his speech.

Yi Baitang didn't want to listen to the wall, and was about to avoid it for a while, when the voice from the front came through again.

The other party said again: "Mr. Shang, since you have a bad stomach, don't eat sour and spicy food all the time, or you are not the one who hurts?"

Yi Baitang was startled: What, a good tongue and a bad stomach? !

Before he could digest the bad news, Shang Huaiyan who was in front of him probably took medicine and felt a little better, and his voice became louder: "Peony flowers are dead, even being a ghost is flirtatious."

The other party was annoyed: "I only know that love is precious and life is more expensive."

Shang Huaiyan: "Hehe—" the tone was full of the condescending superiority and comfort of grown men to minors.

Yi Baitang continued to be surprised: Does the peony mean——

The other party said again: "Since there are peony flowers inside, what are you doing here blowing cold wind?"

Shang Huaiyan's tone suddenly became a little complicated: "Hehe."

Yi Baitang was surprised for the third time: After tasting the hot and sour soup all afternoon, he suffered from stomach problems, so he was probably... angry?

Yi Baitang: I got too much information from the wall, I need some time to digest it.

Yi Baitang stood in the corner thinking for a long time, and didn't even notice that at some point, the conversation in front of him had already subsided, and then, in the darkness, the man standing in front walked over slowly, and then he was taken aback : "Why are you here?"

Yi Baitang's train of thought was interrupted.

He raised his head, just in time to see Shang Huaiyan standing in front of him.

... Listening to the wall was found!

Yi Baitang felt a little embarrassed and flustered in his heart, but on the surface, he was still very calm and indifferent: "It's too noisy inside, come here and take your time."

"Hmm - there are a lot of customers?" Shang Huaiyan asked, he studied Yi Baitang's expression calmly, trying to figure out whether the other party heard what he said to his assistant just now.

"There are quite a few people." Yi Baitang's answer was simpler.

"That's good." Shang Huaiyan also said.

After speaking, the two were relatively speechless.

The night was dark, Yi Baitang's expression was very cold, and Shang Huaiyan couldn't see what the other party was thinking, and then he saw the other party say: "It's almost there, let's go back."

"it is good……"

Huh?

"Let's go back"?

huh huh?

When the two turned out of the corner again and returned to a restaurant, the people in the restaurant had almost dispersed, and the rice pot was completely cleaned out in the two large pots next to the bar, and the hot and sour soup was almost the same. See the bottom.

After opening the restaurant for two full months, this is the first time that Yi Baitang finished cooking food and was eaten by the guests instead of going into the stomachs of wild cats and dogs.

Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable emotion, and he heard the last guest say: "...Thank you boss."

Yi Baitang turned his head and saw that among the last remaining guests, Wang Zhenjiang and his wife were already standing in front of him.

The middle-aged man with a frosty face smiled at Yi Baitang: "I like this bowl of soup very much. It is the best soup I have had in a week since I came here."

No, the best taste is the old duck soup that you didn't drink yesterday.

Standing beside Yi Baitang, Shang Huaiyan retorted silently.

Yi Baitang: "...you're welcome." He thought for a while, "I didn't cook it for you, I put in so much effort to prove my cooking skills."

Wang Zhenjiang didn't take it seriously at all: "Yes, yes, the boss is right."

He laughed when he had finished, and his wife laughed too, and one or two of his guests did likewise.

Yi Baitang was puzzled.

The smiling guests said, "Okay, let's go too, don't disturb the little boss."

"The little boss came out to open the store, and his heart was a little too big. He dared to run away without leaving anyone in the store to collect money?"

"This time we collected the money for you, and the account is recorded there. If the small boss doesn't want to collect money by himself in the future, remember to hire someone to collect the cash. Don't be afraid of not having enough space. I think the business is so good, I will change it sooner or later. new place—"

While speaking, the group of people had already left a restaurant in twos and threes.

But in a blink of an eye, only Yi Baitang and Shang Huaiyan were left in the bustling restaurant just now.

Yi Baitang glanced again at the emptied cauldron, the bowls and chopsticks put into the storage box, and the records and money placed beside the cash register. The dense shadow above also moved, although it was not instantly dispelled by the sunshine, but at least it felt a few traces of rain and dew.

He then turned to Shang Huaiyan, and after a brief silence, he said seriously, "Let's have dinner."

"..." Seeing such a serious Yi Baitang, Shang Huaiyan didn't have the courage to refuse.

He did a bit of psychological preparation, and was ready to drink the leftovers in the straight pot, when he saw Yi Baitang turn around and enter the kitchen after finishing his sentence.

Shang Huaiyan quickly followed.

In the kitchen, the open flames were all extinguished, but the electric steamer was still on, and in the steamer——

Shang Huaiyan opened it and found a small cup of hot and sour soup inside.

Based on his intuition, he concluded that this was his own share specially reserved by Yi Baitang.

I am a little relieved, so I can also eat alone?

Just as he stretched out his hand to pick up the soup of the little Gu, a hand stuck out from the stab and took the little Gu away.

Shang Huaiyan: "?"

With an indifferent face, Yi Baitang changed his left hand to his right after taking away the soup Gu, casually put the hot and sour soup beside him, and decided to make dinner for himself and Shang Huaiyan.

He glanced around the kitchen, and after a while, he stopped at a leftover from last night—well, the decision is up to you!

Yi Baitang decided to have a very traditional egg fried rice tonight.

He took out a piece of ginger, ground it into dregs for later use, then put the ginger dregs into the pan and stir-fried them together with the rice, and waited until the congealed rice scatter and danced in the pan, then he broke in the egg, and the egg white and egg yolk were mixed together. During stir-frying, the rice grains were separated, and the egg white liquid covered part of the rice grains, and the egg yolk liquid wrapped the other part of the rice grains. Brilliant, the grains are distinct, and the brakes are beautiful.

By the way, I made a white radish and tofu soup, fried a plate of vegetables, and when all the rice, vegetables, and soup were ready, it didn't seem long since Yi Baitang entered the kitchen.

Shang Huaiyan felt that in the blink of an eye, everything was ready, and they came to the small restaurant again, sitting opposite each other across the bar.

But at this time, the people around were empty, and only the two of them were left looking at each other, with a plate of fried rice in gold and silver placed in the middle.

This is the first time Shang Huaiyan watched Yi Baitang make such a normal dish, and he was a little flattered for a while, so he couldn't help but ask what the other party wanted to talk about: "That bowl of hot and sour What recipe did you use for the soup at the end?"

"Add a spoonful of mustard powder." Yi Baitang replied calmly.

Just thinking about it, Shang Huaiyan felt a twitch in his stomach, and he couldn't imitate that taste.

At this time, Yi Baitang didn't know if he had seen through Shang Huaiyan's mind, suddenly raised his eyes, and said of course: "You should stay, stay and watch me make the final product."

Shang Huaiyan: "..." It's so natural...

Yi Baitang: "In this way, your efforts all afternoon will not be in vain."

Shang Huaiyan: "..." It seems to make sense.

Yi Baitang: "Your value will be reflected only when I really practice and produce results."

Shang Huaiyan: "..." He was speechless.

Yi Baitang finally said slowly: "Next time, don't leave halfway, it's worthless."

Shang Huaiyan: "...It's because I wasn't considerate enough." He surrendered, who let the beauty have this charm, he smiled, "Next time I will let you know before I leave."

Yi Baitang stared fixedly at Shang Huaiyan for a long while, then Wei Dai reluctantly nodded, which seemed to agree with Shang Huaiyan's statement.

Then he said calmly, "Let's eat."

Shang Huaiyan: "Okay."

As he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks, intending to take a bite of the fried rice that seemed to whet his appetite, but before he could do it, Yi Baitang stuck a spoon into Shang Huaiyan's hand without raising his head or eyes.

Shang Huaiyan: "?"

Yi Baitang pushed the soup bowl to the middle again.

Shang Huaiyan: "???"

Yi Baitang: "Drink soup before eating." After a pause, he added seriously, "This is the way to keep in good health."

This style of painting changed in a second, and I didn't even recognize it anymore!

Shang Huaiyan choked on his own saliva, turned his head and covered his mouth and coughed.

The choking was still unclear, he coughed so badly that his shoulders and his entire back were shaking.

Yi Baitang watched for a moment, then raised his hand, and patted Shang Huaiyan on the back.

Through the clothes, he could feel the light marks left by the opponent's protruding spine in his palm.

so skinny.

Maybe still very light.

Yi Baitang was suddenly a little melancholy, and only at this time did he really feel that a good tongue is really bad for my stomach, so in the future, I can’t let a good tongue help me to taste the sour, spicy and stimulating food, and the dishes that let my soul fly. Learned...?

Can you only make this kind of ginger fried rice that warms the stomach but is very ordinary for a good tongue?

While Yi Baitang was deep in thought, Shang Huaiyan finally restrained his cough.

He took a deep breath and slowly straightened up: "I just choked..."

Yi Baitang: "Yes."

His eyes moved back and forth between Shang Huaiyan and the bowl of soup.

Shang Huaiyan obediently drank half a bowl of soup first.

Yi Baitang was satisfied, and stopped talking, and the two of them officially started eating their late dinner.

Another gust of wind blew through the glass door, and there was a little bit of white in the wind.

Suddenly, it snowed in the sky.

The snow outside the door, the people inside.

Shang Huaiyan looked at Yi Baitang with a calm expression, eating light food in his mouth, he actually tasted a bit of the quiet time and the stability of this world.

But it seems... I was still angry when I left, right?

Can food and beauty really heal everything?

Shang Huaiyan was in a complicated mood and was very emotional.

But Yi Baitang was not so complicated at all. He silently took out a mysterious little book in his mind, opened a page, added the character card of Shang Huaiyan into it, and brainstormed about this character card .

Main proposition 1: Solve the problems of Shang Huaiyan!

Sub-proposition 1: Shang Huaiyan's appetite problem, good appetite for a good tongue~ Sub-proposition 2: Shang Huaiyan's sexuality problem, how to be a qualified good friend~ After determining these two goals, Yi Baitang's whole body My spirits were lifted, as if I had suddenly found the motivation to move forward!

Become good friends with a good tongue, and conquer the big devil and the ocean of cooking with a good tongue!

Yes, this is my goal in life!