Chapter 110 What kind of soup is 风六号? (Part 1)

Author: Heart of Light and Darkness

Chapter 110 What kind of soup is 风六号? (Part 1)

When high-end people meet, they always use the most primitive communication method.

"Damn it, it's so unlucky!

I didn’t expect that I could see you, a poisonous snake, by train. Is this a bad year for me?

The surname Wu is not over yet?"

Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan was not in the mood to welcome the old poisonous snake of Wu Jiushu, but Xu Ning was coming to welcome the editor-in-chief Hong, so he naturally would not miss the opportunity to give Wu Jiushu a warning.

Twenty years ago, when he was in the state banquet preparation team, the man surnamed Wu had always asked about his faults. The old man had never seen a person with such a vicious mouth. At that time, the man surnamed Wu was red and the two almost started fighting on the spot.

Today, this guy came to find Zhouzhou's fault again. Can the old man bear it?

As for whether Wei Hong, who brought Wu Jiushu, would be embarrassed by this, the old man couldn't take care of so much.

It would be better to fight with someone named Wu. He is a big spoon, and the other party is a verbal person. Don’t be four or five years younger than him, if he really fights, he can beat someone named Wu.

This is called meeting enemies, and it is extremely jealous!

"Haha, I still think it is someone? It turns out to be Lu Cai Zhang?

Don't worry, I won't die if you die!

But even if you die, I have to say that the Drunken Wind Chicken is too famous. The most important thing about Wind Chicken is the cured flavor. What have you made? The wine is so fragrant!

Hehe, that is, Maotai Distillery is too abusive to you. As long as you make this dish, you will use Maotai that has been aged for ten years. How much good wine has you wasted?

I just want to ask, are you a seller of wine or a cooking?

What a trash master, you haven’t figured out what the dish is! From ancient times to the present, ordinary people have eaten a lot of the road dishes! Who heard that ordinary people use Maotai wine to make wind chicken all day long?”

"You fart!"

Old Master Zhang Zhouxuan is about to be furious.

The words surnamed Wu were originally correct, but wasn’t that just making the Drunken Wind Chicken at a state banquet? I couldn’t resist the people in charge of purchasing everything? Who would use Moutai all day long when making Drunken Wind Chicken!

The Wu surnamed pretended to be confused and caught him and nagged him for thirty years when he met others. Isn’t this a joke?

"Why do you want to hit me?"

Wu Jiu walked to Zhang Zhouxuan with his head stammered, looking calm.

I thought to myself, you beat me? If I, Wu Jiushe, was beaten by a national cooking master today, even if it was perfect, I would have to be even more popular!

Seeing that Zhang Zhouxuan just stared at him hard, he didn't take action. The old poisonous snake was anxious, "I'll just say you, I'll criticize you, what's wrong? Come and hit me!"

"The request is quite strange. It seems that my old man has to satisfy you?"

Old Master Zhang Zhouxuan didn't spoil it either, he just kicked his feet.

Fortunately, Xu Ning hugged his waist quickly, otherwise the headlines of Pengcheng News tomorrow would definitely be - "Two sixty-six-year-old men fought at the station! The grudge between diligent walking and foodies? Love and hatred?'

Wu Jiushe was not kicked by this, pointed at the old man and laughed: "Look at your promising prospects, I can't tell you that I know how to do it?"

The surname Zhang, who can recommend a good chef at your level? I think that kind of conscientious chef is just like that?

By the way, you recommend him so hard that you don’t even want the old face. Is this a good thing to pay, or is he your private child?"

"Mr. Wu, are you okay? If you continue talking, the train will be on!"

Xu Ning really admires the editor-in-chief Hong. For the uniqueness of the magazine interview, even this kind of "venomous snake" can tolerate it?

If I had changed myself, I would have found a place where no one would have given him a black brick. I don’t know how this old man lived to be over 60 years old and was not beaten to death?

Wu Jiushu looked at Xu Ning and smiled: "Haha, okay, let's give me the face of "Li Xing Tian Xia". Forget it, I won't bother with the one named Zhang today.

It made Editor-in-Chief Wei laugh. I am just outspoken and said everything, so I offended many diligent people. When they saw me, they always acted like a vicious dog to eat.

But. It’s been decades, and no one can do anything to me! Isn’t it because I have always been right to food and people, and have always been realistic?”

"Yes, the train is about to drive, Mr. Wu, let's get on the bus first."

Wei Hong smiled apologetically at Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan, and half-pushed and half-armedly pulled the poisonous snake into the carriage. He thought to himself that it’s nothing to be realistic? To be honest, if I didn’t use your interview to measure the depth of Zhouzhou next time, I would have to kick you off the platform with one kick!

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Pengcheng is quiet at night. The environmental governance over the past few years has allowed this ancient city with a history and culture of 4,000 years to gradually sweep away the haze in the sky, and you can already see several particularly bright stars.

This is the only hometown in the two worlds of Zhouzhou. It is also a Feng Shui treasure land that convinces Chinese people.

In the past forty years, there have been no disasters, floods, droughts, and earthquakes. Every time, it can be avoided perfectly. The winding mountains on all sides protect the earthly atmosphere of Pengcheng. Yunlong Mountain and Yunlong Lake form a dragon vein. Returning to the dragon's nest is like the eyes of the earthly dragon. In ancient times, welcoming the emperor, and today, talented men appear.

Pengcheng is not only beautiful, but also various flavors and delicacies brought by Huitong North and South.

Bake steamed buns, rolled cucumbers, ground pot chicken, handfuls, and Pengcheng red soup mutton.

Spicy soup, glutinous soup, fried buns, eight-legged fried dough sticks and honey, and the children's crispy crisp is really wonderful. A spoonful of frogfish from the Lotus Well.

There are so many delicious food and drinks. Zhouzhou is now a chef of the "one-day double-divine dish". However, every time I think of the food in my hometown, I still drool. Many foods are even difficult to make with his cooking skills and the conditions of the dining car.

"My home is here."

The train started slowly. Looking at Pengcheng, which was shrouded in the dark night, Zhouzhou felt a little sad, and he actually felt the thought of returning home.

Perhaps in others' opinion, Zhouzhou's trip was only more than half a month away from home, but for him, it was a distance between two worlds.

The parents in the parallel world are still familiar parents, but there must be some differences; Zhouzhou is both curious and worried about this, and the timid feeling of the hometown is the white hair on the temples of his parents, and he is also a boy he met but didn't know.

Every night he would talk to his mother. His father's phone number was like a decoration, and it could not be reached nine times. However, his mother had not called in the past two or three days, and no one answered him after calling it for a long time. I don't know what happened at home, and I can't let go of this heart no matter what.

I called my mother's cell phone again, and this time it was connected after only two or three times.

"Mom, what's going on these two days?

My dad’s phone can’t be connected, and yours always can’t be connected. There’s nothing wrong with the family, right?”

"Son, don't mention it at home!"

A crying voice was faintly revealed in his mother Li Yufen's voice: "It's not your father's killer, he, he bet too much on football. Wasn't it the final some time ago? He."

Zhouzhou's heart sank, and this year's World Cup final was a lot of upset.

My dad is a hardcore fan in both worlds. His favorite is the Paris National Team, who lost in the finals.

Could it be that my dad was betting too much on football and lost all the house at home?

Don't go to the rooftop.

"Mom, did my dad lose the bet?

It doesn’t matter, don’t worry, son, I have money now.”

"The child said again, how much money can you have as a chef on the train?"

Li Yufen said in a thrust: "If the one who killed Qiandao lost, it would be better if he lost. The key is that he didn't lose."

"Didn't lose?"

Zhouzhou was confused, didn’t lose?

What's so sad about you that you haven't lost? I haven't answered my phone call for two or three days?
Chapter completed!