Chapter 29 I can’t eat the buns anymore!
The girl then took the porridge.
Transparent disposable box, the moment you open the lid, the rich and fresh fragrance will hit your nostrils.
The delicious-looking preserved egg and lean meat porridge gave her a big surprise.
In the porridge in front of me, every grain of rice has been boiled and bloomed, and it is white and shiny. This is because all the oil in the porridge has been boiled out.
Nowadays, it is rare to get porridge oil when drinking porridge.
Either the clear soup is too watery, or the soup is so thick that it tastes tasteless and tasteless, unlike this bowl of porridge.
As soon as the lid is opened, you can smell the aroma of rice, preserved eggs and lean meat. It's the kind of thing that you know is delicious just by smelling it.
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"Wow, it looks delicious!"
The white rice grains are wrapped with preserved eggs and shredded pork. The shredded pork lining is all glowing white. I wonder if it will look very raw.
The green green onion is the best decoration for your appetite.
The girl, who was not hungry at first, now felt hunger squirming in her stomach, making her unable to help but eat.
Feeling the temperature of the porridge, the girl carefully scooped a spoonful along the surface of the porridge and put it into her mouth.
"Well!!!"
The rich rice aroma spreads in the mouth, with the tenderness and smoothness of the tenderloin. The imagined texture of lean meat does not appear. Instead, it melts in the mouth. It seems that it has been cooked for a long time.
I didn't get the preserved egg in my first bite.
In the second bite, the girl deliberately scooped up a few preserved eggs and put them into her mouth together with the porridge.
The aroma of preserved eggs also has a hint of fishy smell, which is delicate in the mouth.
Moreover, the taste is not offensive and choking, but has a dense and mellow taste, which blends well with the umami flavor of the tenderloin, making it delicious to drink.
The boy gulped down the porridge. He had only drank some water since he was dragged up, and he was already hungry.
Climbing a mountain is also physically demanding.
Now that I have eaten preserved egg and lean meat porridge, I feel like I have come to life again.
One bite after another came into my mouth, and within a short while, the piping hot bowl of porridge was finished.
Looking at my girlfriend again, she was eating a small spoonful, only one-fifth of a bowl of porridge.
Not enough to eat...
"It's delicious. I'll buy another bowl."
"Let's go and take a look."
After hearing this, the girl was also very curious about the man selling preserved egg and lean meat porridge on the top of the mountain, so she followed her boyfriend to have a look.
The entire top of the mountain is also very large.
Along the way, we saw many tourists taking photos of the sunrise with cameras.
It was already seven o'clock and the sun was fully out.
Everyone stood on the top of the mountain and felt the light and heat brought by the sun up close. They were all very excited.
Such beautiful scenery can probably only be seen from the top of the mountain.
But neither the man nor his girlfriend had time to take into account the surrounding scenery and walked straight towards Lin Zhou.
"Boss, let's have another bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge."
When Lin Zhou saw the man who had just arrived in front of him, he filled a bowl and handed it to him with a smile on his face.
"Use it slowly."
The girlfriend stood aside and saw Lin Zhou, her eyes full of surprise.
What a handsome guy!
He's also a very interesting handsome guy.
They actually sell preserved egg and lean meat porridge on the top of the mountain.
Moreover, look at these two bamboo baskets, they must have been carried up on poles!
Still a handsome guy with a lot of strength!
Oh my god, it’s superb!
The girl's eyes immediately lit up, she was holding the porridge in one hand and taking a photo with the other to send to her group of friends.
"Sisters, guess where I found the most handsome guy!"
I sent the message to the group, but no one responded for a long time.
The girl calmed down from her excitement and looked at the time.
At this point, it’s normal for no one to reply.
Either I'm still awake, or I'm cleaning up when I get up, rushing to get to work in a hurry.
No one will reply until you start fishing after going to work, or when you wake up.
The man took the preserved egg and lean meat porridge. This time his girlfriend was next to him, so he was too lazy to move. He just found an open space nearby and started eating while standing.
The eldest brother standing next to him swallowed greedily when he saw the man eating with a look of enjoyment on his face. It looked very delicious.
Good guy, he used to not even look at preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
I would go out to play and get greedy when I see other people eating.
When will he change his habit of thinking that food tastes delicious when he sees other people eating it since he was a child?
After enduring it for a while, I saw that the man had almost finished his bowl of porridge.
The eldest brother couldn't help but asked: "Brother, is this porridge delicious?"
The price of a bowl of one hundred yuan is a bit expensive. If it doesn't taste good, he will cry to death.
Be careful when shopping in scenic spots!
Past experience told him that the food in scenic spots is expensive and tastes bad.
After hearing this, the man looked up at him and nodded fiercely.
"It's delicious. I've eaten two bowls. I've never had such delicious porridge."
For the first time, a man felt that he was not good at reading and was very poor at words.
Even if I want to praise how delicious this porridge is, I can't find the words to describe it.
"Then I'll buy one to try too."
The answer the eldest brother received from the man seemed to be an opportunity for him to make up his mind.
If the man had just answered that it didn't taste good, he would have had an excuse to brainwash himself. The porridge only looked delicious and didn't taste good at all.
Now others tell him it tastes delicious.
The eldest brother couldn't help it anymore.
"Boss, I want one, one hundred yuan a bowl, right?"
The eldest brother quickly walked to Lin Zhou and ordered food.
Lin Zhou nodded, filled a bowl of porridge and handed it over.
Only nine portions of a large bucket of porridge were sold, and there was still a lot left.
Lin Zhou took out a folding stool from the bamboo basket without any hurry, and sat on the top of the mountain to sell porridge.
If there are customers, he will sell.
If there are no customers, he will play with his mobile phone.
Seeing that it was almost eight o'clock, he quickly sent a message to the mountain climbing uncle, telling him that he could not go to the back mountain to climb this week.
He wanted to climb Qinhuang Mountain and sell porridge on the top of the mountain.
Zhang Jianjun, who had already gotten up and was eating breakfast at this time: ? ? ?
Sensing his strangeness, his son Zhang Mingyuan asked with concern.
"Dad, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"It's okay, I can't eat the buns!"
Zhang Jianjun was relieved, and then looked at Zhang Mingyuan with disdain.
It's all his fault!
He didn't eat the buns made by Lin Zhou yesterday, and now people don't sell buns but buy porridge instead!
"Why?"
Zhang Mingyuan felt that his father was weird this time when he came back.
There are buns all over the table.
Is it necessary for menopause to be so outrageous, turning his always rational father into the unreasonable one now?
He has many expressions and glares at him at every turn.
He used to have no expression all day long, and people couldn't tell what he was thinking.
It's nothing like now!
"Lin Zhou doesn't sell buns anymore."
Zhang Mingyuan was puzzled again after hearing this.
"Who is Lin Zhou?"
"What's wrong with you? Why are you more forgetful than an old man like me? Didn't I tell you last night?"
"Is it the young man who accompanied you to climb the mountain and made delicious buns recently?"
Zhang Mingyuan just didn't connect the two people at once.
Now Zhang Jianjun reminded him, and he remembered.
Zhang Mingyuan rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.