Chapter 912

In short, reach out to block the big forehead of Sanhua, "don't hit your forehead."

The intimate mode of greeting agalians is to hit the forehead, and the way to express their emotions is also to hit the forehead.

Whether you're in a good mood or a bad mood, you're right.

Oh, I also like to hit my forehead in quarrels and fights. It's fierce. It's necessary to crash. It won't stop until I faint. I'll make up when I wake up.

Then, after two minutes of reconciliation, it may collide again because of a wrong sentence or other small contradictions.

In short, this is a race with very strange customs.

At first, she didn't know that agalia had this custom. Without any precaution, she was directly hit by Sanhua and came out with a big bag.

The little girl's forehead is really hard. The moment she hit it, it felt like hitting an iron plate, or the kind of strong impact. She was dizzy and almost shocked on the spot.

After one lesson, she banned Sanhua from close contact with her.

However, they didn't listen and thought of her every day.

Today is no exception.

However, Sanhua is used to being rejected too many times.

She didn't bother about it, but let her palm stand in front of her forehead, blinked a pair of big eyes that occupied most of her face and said with a smile, "master, good morning!"

"Good morning, ah Hua."

Jian Yan took back his hand and said hello to several other disciples one after another. He was about to speak. The ordering elf began to sing the menu.

The menu was sung for more than ten minutes.

Several apprentices, "

Master still has a card. In the absence of master, the familiar guests in the room would rather sit there eating free snacks, drinking tea and chatting than ordering.

When master came, he ordered as if he were in a hurry.

After several people were stunned for a while, Sanhua responded, "master, there are some pickled fish. I'll kill the fish for you."

"I cut the meat for Shifu."

"I'll get rid of the chicken."

"There's no sausage. I'll make up some."

“···”

In short, Yan looked at the disciples who had arranged work for him, smiled, turned around, checked the menu, picked up the required ingredients according to the table number, came to the stove, took out the chef's clothes, hat and mask from the cabinet, put them on, washed his hands, and got busy.

As soon as the fire opened and the ingredients were removed from the pot, the kitchen, which originally had only the smell of all kinds of soup, suddenly filled with strong fragrance.

Gu Yuan has a special preference for fried crispy meat. Every time he comes over, he will order a crispy meat and never get tired of eating it.

Today is no exception.

With the crispy meat on the table, he couldn't wait to take chopsticks and eat several pieces. After that, he sighed, "the crispy meat of the little boss really makes me forget to return."

The next table was also a familiar guest. He heard, "don't you think it's too greasy?"

"No, no, No."

Gu Yuan shook his head and said with a smile, "the crispy meat made by others will really feel greasy, but the little boss won't. her control of oil temperature and heat is almost perfect."

The familiar guest smiled, "I can see that you absolutely love the crisp meat of the little boss."

Gu Yuan waved his hand. "You're wrong again. I love not only the little boss's crispy meat, but also her other dishes."

Just talking, the second dish was brought by Vivian.

The second dish is the leek box.

The leek box has a characteristic, that is, it has a strong aroma and can be smelled from a long distance.

Vivian walked all the way with her plate. The smell was so greedy that all the diners swallowed their saliva.

Gu Yuan, "··"

The smell is really tempting.