Chapter 142

Tall and straight temporary workers and waiters, body shape a meal, and then obviously some stiff went to song Yiran side.

"The fish should be all beard and all tail. Just spread it flat on the plate, pour on the sauce, and then pour a layer of hot oil in the nearby pot."

Song Yiran gave him a demonstration as he spoke.

It's her home cooked dish.

Ye Su likes the taste. Today she helps her daughter share a recipe.

"You try, so that the fish won't dry and the heat can be retained."

She taught and taught people the principles.

The black eyes of the temporary worker flashed, "OK, give it to me, you have a rest."

Song Yiran looked at his face with a mask and said, "well."

His forehead, which was only exposed, was wet with sweat, which showed that it was hot.

Song Yiran looks at her daughter who is still bending her head and stabbing herself. She takes her eyes back and turns to the refrigerator to get a bottle of mineral water.

She poured the glass and put it on the desk.

"When the fish is out, take a rest."

"Drink some water, add some water."

When he heard this, the spoon in the "temporary worker"'s hand tilted and the sauce spilled out.

Ye Susu turned his head and looked at Ms. song and the only mineral water bottle.

"Ma, whose is this for, mine?"

Song Yiran looked at her angrily, "I brought you a thermos cup, you drink hot water. Girls can't eat ice. "

Ye Susu immediately turned her face.

But I cut a piece of salmon, and I don't think it's right.

Then she turned her head and saw Ms. song standing behind Gao Dazhuang, drinking a medlar cup and looking at Gao Dazhuang's back.

Ye Susu has now learned to be a little observant.

At this glance, she felt that there was a little satisfied look on Ms. song's face?

"Hiss..."

Is she wrong?

Is Ms. song satisfied with Gao Dazhuang?

Ye Su Su did not dare to see more and turned back to cut his body.

[Ms. song's liking for her father increased. 】

[current: 85%. 】

"eh?"

Ye Susu glared, and almost didn't hold the bayonet firmly.

"Susu, you cut a fish. What are you doing

Ms. song didn't know when she was standing behind Ye Susu.

Ye Susu felt numb at the back of his neck.

"I just I have a bad throat

Han, did Ms. song find Gao Dazhuang's identity?

It shouldn't be.

She looked carefully aside.

Minty cat is here to help. It's said that she will entertain nearly 40 guests.

He said that he and his assistant can help. Although cooking is not necessarily to the taste of the guests, he is competent in washing vegetables, cutting meat and washing dishes.

Ye Susu thinks it is feasible, at least two men are physically strong, so they are fully armed into the shop.

He was covered from head to toe, only showing his forehead. Even his eyes were half blocked by black glasses.

Ms. song has only seen cat Mint once. Can you recognize it?

Ye Susu shook his head.

It must not.

She can only recognize it by smell and touching the back.

thought, she felt that the system was awesome today, and could add chicken sub.

Ms. song didn't recognize anyone, but she liked the temporary worker, and the system also calculated the favor value.

Worthy of praise!

Ye Susu looked at the next favorable degree of progress bar, only a small section, suddenly happy heart.

Song Yiran came to see two eyes, "I first two sashimi out."

"OK, mom, you can have a rest and sit on the stool for a while."

Song Yiran nodded, cleanly wiped his hand, and went out with the dish.

Ye Susu secretly looked at the eye, not from holding a bayonet, toward the side of Gao Dazhuang rubbed in the past.

"Hey, try your best to take Ms. song down completely."

The "temporary worker" who is holding the dinner plate finally dares to move his deep vision to Ye Su's small face.

When Ms. song is here, he has never looked at Ye Susu.

"Good."

Li Jun spewed out a word calmly.

His eyes softened a little, and he moved his eyes to the little guy with his little hand on the edge of the chopping board. He only showed a pair of grape black eyes. The handsome face under the mask stretched out.

The little guy wanted to get close to him, but he didn't dare to. It seemed that he was afraid of being found by song Yiran, so he didn't dare to come.

Li Jun had something to say.

But looking at the mother and son's frightened appearance, he thought about it and swallowed it.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing."Li Jun wanted to touch her forehead and the child's hairy head.

But I held back and didn't know when Ms. song would come back.

Although he looked, Ms. song seemed to have known who he was, but she didn't see him.

But this news is probably a horror story for mother and son.

He didn't say it in the end. He quickly served the stewed fish and took it out.

As it happens, he passes by song Yiran. She looks at the plate and nods to him.

"Hard work."

Li Jun's face was straight It's not hard. "

With a smile on his face, song Yiran stepped into the kitchen.

There are four big tables in the dining room outside. Everyone is eating very well.

Ms. song only made two specialty dishes, and the rest were exchanged by Ye Susu according to the menu.

Now many chefs make cooking videos to teach online audiences how to cook.

Ye Susu has seen several of them.

With the blessing of raising cubs, she makes some dishes with the flavor of a time-honored brand.

Only the taste of the old soup and the lack of special ingredients for a while.

However, most of the guests in today's Miaomiao restaurant have nothing to do with gourmets, just white-collar workers.

Therefore, ye Susu's cooking standard, when they eat, has been regarded as a delicious version of not overturning.

In addition, many of them had feelings in meow restaurant, and today they came to eat with feelings.

Some old recipes, let them eat and recall, with the idea of coming again, every bite is very precious.

And the new menu, let them feel fresh, once again feel the boss powerful and wide range.

"My hemp, this little mushroom cream soup, I can really drink three bowls for one person. I'd like to know if they are still coming? Do you mind if I help them with the pressure of food hoarding? "

This guy is bold and unconstrained.

"Good mellow taste, mushrooms and this thick cream complement each other, there is no uproar. Slightly salty taste, and solve the greasy feeling of heavy heat, but also happens to be perfectly integrated with the crispy egg fragrance

This is the Chinese teacher.

"I've eaten all the ribs. What are you still talking about? Move your chopsticks quickly. Do you have anything left on the table later? "

This is the PE teacher who comes with us.

Today's dishes are absolutely full.

But is it for food?

No.

It's for this meal and not the next one.

Thinking of Lao Geng, who used to close at 12:30, everyone's eating behavior is at least 1.5 times as much as usual.

Many of them brought their families, and their families were a little shocked.

"Husband, you eat and snore. Slow down, is there anyone who's robbing you? "

"Baba, how did you drink my soup?"

Many family conflicts occur in a second.

Mrs. Zhang glanced around as if she understood her son's play.

For example, the group of three at the same table is said to be a programmer. It's also called ferocious when eating.

"Li duo, do it. Don't talk nonsense. It's boring."

No matter whether it's chicken soup or mushroom soup, it's all in small bowls. When it's full, it's almost scattered.

But when they take a sip, they can't stop, they take another sip.

"Take it easy, Chen Xiaofei. There are new dishes in the back."

Li duo put a piece of fish meat in his mouth. He picked a piece from the belly of the fish. When the fish meat was torn off, the big bones were separated in rows. The white fish meat was covered with a small layer of translucent fish fat, and the outside was covered with a half crispy skin.

This roll a circle of sauce, put the fish in the mouth a sip, on the spot can remove four or five bones spit out.

Mixed with the sweet taste of the fish, you can pull a mouthful of rice to swallow.

Then pick up the soup bowl in front of you, touch Chen Xiaofei next to you, and take a sip of the rich hot soup.

In the interdental lip, the residual taste is multiple, ups and downs, continuous and continuous.

It's like a mountain and a mountain high. There are endless views along the road.

It's so cool.

Li duo went to stretch out his chopsticks again.

The advantage of Chinese dining table is that there are many people and many dishes.

You can eat more than ten kinds of dishes in one meal. Different tastes, different customs, different tastes, all kinds of food.

It's a fool who dries up the soup!

Of course, you have to save your stomach for something else.

He looked at Chen Xiaofei with disdain, then turned to put ribs in his mouth, and continued to skillfully clip chopsticks, button between teeth, spit out a hard bone.

All the plates in front of him are high.

Bachelor is not fearless image, just to see if there is beauty.Today, the only lovely landlady is not single any more, and her baby can make soy sauce.

What else do they care about?

Turn grief into the power of eating!

On the spot, the trio was full of wind and clouds. Looking from a distance, they didn't look like white-collar workers squatting on their desks.

Mrs. Zhang at the same table was astonished.

It's more interesting to watch these young people eat than to have dinner with Xu Yuan.

Looking at their delicious food and their stomachs like black holes, she also felt that she had some appetite.

Mrs. Zhang is trying to figure out which dish she's going to put chopsticks on. It's more in line with today's caloric and nutritional intake, but there's a soft milk sound in her ear.

"Shallot mixed with tofu, to provoke ~"

rising small endings, the sound line of cute milk bubbles.

Mrs. Zhang suddenly let out a sound in her heart, and the chopsticks stopped.

And her body is a step faster.

Seconds back, brush to see the side.

I saw a little white boy with a little hairy head just a little higher than the dining table. He was carrying a plate with two small hands and was trying to stand on tiptoe to put it on the table.

There is a glass turntable on the big round table, at least 20-30 cm away from the edge of the outermost table.

The little guy stretched his little arm and couldn't reach it.

He was struggling to get his neck out of his down jacket, as if it would help.

As soon as Mrs. Zhang saw it, she was amused by the child, but her smile was a little sour and painful.

Sour, because it's someone else's child.

It's painful. I'm still helping mummy at this young age.

But Mrs. Zhang's heart beat a little fast.

Because the pain was over, she looked carefully and found that the child was too close to her!

Close enough to see the delicate pores on the little guy's face, so close that she can hold the little guy in her arms!

Mrs. Zhang, sitting in the dining room, could not close her mouth.

Her heart is steaming. It's more bubbling than the mushroom hot soup.

"Whelp."

Her voice is rhythmic and extremely soft, which brings out the feeling of singing brother's minor in the music department.

"Grandma, help you put it ~"

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